[Quick Transmigration] When handsome T dresses as a female match

The sun is shining brightly, and the time will soon approach noon.

Jin Guorui's central long street is more than 20 miles long. In the past, both sides were full of bustling hawker shops, ticket shops, jewelry shops, and red restaurants. It fully demonstrated the most prosperous side of a powerful country. The crowded crowd When you are busy on weekdays, it takes at least two hours to walk the whole journey on horseback.

However, at this moment, this blue and white marble street is empty—to be precise, there is no one on the human road on weekdays. The prison van that paraded from the street to the end of the street.

Yes, the prison van.

The one in the dirty white prison uniform was Murong Baiye, the war god of the Jin Kingdom not long ago.

His whole body was covered with bloodstains, he had been severely tortured at first glance, his hair was disheveled, and his kneeling posture was upright, just like the unyielding appearance of those unjustly poor men written in the scriptures.

Generally speaking, as described in the scriptures, there will always be a king's password at the end, which arrives belatedly but can always save this proud poor man when the guillotine falls.

A happy finale at last.

However, this is not a script, and he, Murong Baiye, is not a scholar who has no power but a stubborn body.

He is obviously the regent king with outstanding talent and military exploits.

How could it be such a situation?

He is obviously a great hero who single-handedly erected the vast frontier of our Jin country.

For a moment, many people thought of the benefits of Murong in the past, and pity and distress appeared in their eyes.They stood aside silently, but none of them dared to step forward to say anything. The heavily armed Jin soldiers surrounding the prison car were not vegetarians.

Murong Baiye looked at the pity in the eyes of the people, and sneered resoundingly.

He, Murong Baiye, can be regarded as the most favored son of the heavens. Although he is not entirely responsible for what he has fallen into today, it is not the turn of this group of low-level people to pity him.

Looking at the platinum sun above his head, and the rattling of the shackles fixed on his palms, he faintly felt a little dazed.

How could the extremely tyrannical state of Jin in my hands decline so quickly?

Isn't it clear that three months ago we were still invincible and attacked the gate of Canghaiguan, the gate of Chu State?Didn't you hear that King Huai of Chu was forced by Liu Feng to vomit blood on the head of Baiyue City?

what, what?

Where is the problem?

Murong unconsciously touched the wound on his abdomen. The deep gash had already been covered with a thick layer of blood scab. He had no time to deal with the healing that hadn't come. The wound, the wound that is still throbbing, clearly reminded him of a person.

A person who made him hate and neither resent nor resent.

Princess Changtian of the Rong family of Chu.

According to the legend, Rong Ruo was born in the sunset and lived a brilliant life.

Murong Baiye looked at the blurred faces on the street, and belatedly remembered that no matter what he commented on Rong Changtian now, it would be useless.

Yes, she had already died under the endless cold arrows of his personal guards.

When the body collector came up to drag her away, she was shot into a hedgehog.

The blood trail meandered and dragged far, far.

He who was riding on the horse was still furious at that curse-like words.

Tianliang Wangpo, Tianliang Wangpo.

The anger that rose from the depths of his heart at that moment is now carefully examined, it seems to be covering up the fear of being pierced through the ambition in his heart, until that moment, the moment when Rong Changtian spat blood on his face and said it intermittently, he Murong Baiye It was only then that he realized that he really had longing and yearning for the position at the top of a country, the voice of the people under one person.

People are always like this. Such a hobby is to be strong, and it is difficult to stick to one's heart if you love power.

It is always so difficult to face the real ugly self.

Murong Baiye really couldn't look straight at the mirror in his heart when he heard that King Tianliang had broken, and reflected his hideous and despicable self.

So humble, not at all like the young and energetic self who swore a lifetime of allegiance at the feet of King Ming back then.

Then a cold arrow arrived just in time, and it knocked him off the high horse with a force as heavy as a thousand jun.

At the moment of fainting, Murong felt that he was relaxed, and it was great that he didn't have to face the pain of self-analysis.

But after waking up, the sky has changed.

The state of Jin was forced by the second general of the Rong family of the state of Chu to sign a truce agreement, and even swallowed his anger and paid a lot of tangible and intangible prices in the state of Yan in exchange for the retreat of [-] wind wolf cavalry.

I heard that on the day the covenant was signed, King Jin Ming threw down his favorite white jade plate in a fit of anger.

Even Lingxi died.

When he heard the news, Murong felt stunned and unbearable. He heard the exact time of Lingxi's death reported by his subordinates, and couldn't believe that Lingxi died under his nose while he was still on the battlefield.

Shocked, but not overwhelmed with sadness.Murong himself felt strange that the life and death of his love for this woman could not go deep into his bone marrow even a few days ago.As a result, it's okay now, when she died, it was like a transparent film was torn from his eyes, and a layer of bubbles was blown away by a crazy fan, he himself felt that he was baffled.

The feeling now is more like a kind of anger, angry that this woman died within the scope of his control, angry that his dignity was ruthlessly violated.

He didn't think about it, when he received King Ming's call, he knew that he would definitely get a lot of anger.

After all, the pain of failure is no more empathetic to the king who is blessed with millions of luck in the country.

And he, Murong Baiye, as the coach standing on top of the gunfire, it is really a normal thing for Chi Yu to be affected.

But he never imagined that what awaited him was the unprecedented coldness and anger of King Ming.

On that day in the magnificent court hall, he knelt on his knees on the cold floor for an unknown amount of time. No matter how old the monarch and his ministers are, they can't play enough drama.

The surrounding ministers also turned against each other day by day, fanning the wind and lighting will-o'-the-wisps, putting on airs, and watching from the sidelines, making Murong Baiye see all kinds of desolation all day long.

Everyone thinks he intends to treason.

They actually thought that it was not good for him to attack Chu, and even besieged Baiyue. .

People are always reluctant to admit their mistakes.

The wall is falling and everyone is pushing it, the phoenix is ​​not as good as the chicken.

Changtian, who begged Yan Kingdom for rescue within three days, was she also kneeling on the floor of Snow White Palace in such despair, begging softly, or shouting and cursing in a storm?

Did she cry?ever cry?Have you ever screamed at the injustice of heaven being attributed to Chu?

How much did she pay to beg for son Luo, the war god of the Yan Kingdom?

Murong Baiye could never have imagined that at this last glorious moment, when he was ruthlessly dragged out of the hall by the disarming talisman and the crimson cap, all he could think of was Rong Changtian, a man who had died a long time ago.

That's right, after the war, I heard from my subordinates that the woman's body had already been chopped into pieces by Jin soldiers.

The prison car creaked to the end, and the shining guillotine stood quietly not far in front, full of sharp edges, not at all like a guillotine that had passed through tens of thousands of people.

Now it has to add the blood of another meritorious figure.

Murong Baiye walked up obediently.

It's not that he didn't think about resisting, he even thought about the method of defecting to other countries to kill off his sons and grandchildren-but somehow he didn't practice it to the end.

After all, it is the motherland where I was born and raised, he cannot do it.

The executioner stood up with a very respectful expression, silently toasted him with a glass of wine, Murong turned his head indifferently.

People are going to die, what's the use of acting so fake.

That's fine, he looked at the endless west, where the three kingdoms of Jin, Yan, and Chu meet—let me see what the state of Jin would look like without me.

His expression was calm and even a little indifferent, he obediently put his head into the guillotine, thinking about the source of the big river in Qiling Gorge that was buried without a source in the last intelligence investigation, Murong closed his eyes mockingly.

For example, after my death, there will be changes in the Jin Kingdom, but it really has nothing to do with me.

After I die, who cares about the torrential flood.

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In the 117th year of the history of Yan, Yan State blew up the canal of Qiling Gorge, determined the water source that Jin State relied on for survival, and united with Chu State, and successfully destroyed Jin after a year of war.

The author has something to say: Murong Baiye was originally a proud and wanton person.

Well, if Zhu Qing is straight, they are definitely a perfect match, the sparks are crackling!

It's over, babies.

I am very grateful to the little angels who have been here with Banban.

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The first finished novel has many, many deficiencies and emotions, all of which are messy in the first world, half of the childbirth in the second world, lack of preparation in the third world, impetuous in the fourth world, and too much in the fifth world. Emphasis on the description of melodrama.

The characters throughout the story are not three-dimensional enough.

So far I am not very good at writing emotional dramas.

There is still much room for improvement.

Banban will work harder.

Bow again.

I hope that these stories can really bring even a little touch to the babies, and it will be worth it.

See you next time!

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