Left-hand plant flower right-hand governor

The disappearance of one person can cause a change in the world's situation, and it must be Ma Xiaohu.Ma Xiaohu, who pretended to be the emperor, has disappeared. The vacant throne will inevitably lead to struggles among the emperor's relatives. The domestic turmoil is just the opportunity for the ambitious neighbors to step into the Central Plains. If the Ming Dynasty is destroyed early, the international situation in the future How it will develop is hard to say.

"Your majesty..." Such a vicious woman who is the only favorite in the harem, when she heard that the man who was both her master and her husband, raised her son and loved her husband, who would live together from the baby until the gray hair was gone, disappeared, She suddenly lost her goal of survival and fell down on the couch like a lost soul.Whether the Ming Dynasty will perish or not has nothing to do with Concubine Wan Gui, she is most concerned about herself at the moment.

"Your majesty..." What's the use of arguing so much, now that the emperor's life or death is uncertain, how will she survive alone in this harem?The emperor killed Du Zhenyan, she should hate him.It's just that she has gotten used to the life in the harem, and she can't go out of the harem anymore.

"I have sent everyone down, and I will definitely rescue the emperor safely." Yu Huatian put his arm around Concubine Wan Gui's shoulders to comfort her. From being slapped hard to making Concubine Wan Gui cuddle up and cry, Yu Huatian played tricks It can be seen that the power of demagoguery is profound.

The disappearance of the emperor was such a big matter that it was difficult for him to hide it from the sky, so he dragged the most powerful person in the harem into the water.The so-called excuse was nothing more than revisiting the old story of Cao Shaoqin's killing of the emperor. With so much ironclad evidence in his hand, he was not afraid that this concubine Wan Gui, who no longer trusted him, would be suspicious and would not allow her to doubt her.As for how to drag Concubine Wan Gui into the water, that is to have people pretend to be the emperor in bed, and must catch the runaway Ma Xiaohu in the shortest possible time.If Ma Xiaohu's pawn dies... It will be up to Ma Xiaohu whether Yu Huatian, who has dark eyes, will put on the agenda the dark chess that he has already laid out.

"I'm afraid that the emperor is dead now." Concubine Wan Gui cried sadly holding Yu Huatian, not knowing whether it was because of Ma Xiaohu or her future fate.

"Wala kidnapped the emperor for the purpose of Daming. If he kills the emperor, I'm afraid it will lead to a situation where a new emperor is established to reorganize the court. This kind of wolf ambition is for the princes of Daming to fight for each other and go south in one fell swoop. Invaded and occupied the Daming country.

At present, they are still in the territory and dare not speak out. Once they leave the border, they will regret it.And if they want to return to Wala as soon as possible, they must pass through Jiayuguan. The minister has set up thousands of troops to rescue the emperor. "Framing Cao Shaoqin as a traitor colluding with foreign enemies is easy for Yuhuatian, and using Cao Shaoqin and the hatred of the country and family to divert attention, he can do his best to find the missing Ma Xiaohu.

"That bitch, kill her." Even at this juncture, she was still thinking about the pregnant concubine Su Huirong who was abducted along the way according to Yuhuatian, and it had to be said that Concubine Wan Gui had become abnormal to a certain extent.

"I will never let Concubine Wangui down." Yuhuatian promised Concubine Wan Gui that she would never let Concubine Wan Gui down as before, but this time he was destined to let Concubine Wan Gui down, because before Concubine Wan Guifei abandoned him, Gan Zuo The careerist of the chess piece had abandoned her early.

As for Cao Shaoqin, who was framed by Yuhuatian, he had already learned the news of the emperor's disappearance. As for why it happened so quickly, it was thanks to the old saying that he was lucky.He had nightmares about being oppressed by ghosts for several days, and he intuitively felt that the source of the problem was Ma Xiaohu, so he pretended to be a eunuch and approached Ma Xiaohu, but by chance, he saw the process of his ancestor running away with Ma Xiaohu.

"Find the emperor before Yuhuatian and kill him. If possible... kill them both." Killing once is killing, killing twice is killing.Cao Shaoqin's ruthlessness will not be reduced by half because the false emperor did not have the benevolence of a woman who took action against Dongchang.

"Yes." I'm afraid he won't be able to kill him... Ma Xiaohu's unusualness is concealed by the common saying that he hides and does not report.

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Ma Xiaohu, who was still in a coma, didn't know that she was going to be hunted down before she woke up.He fought with his ancestor all night, and finally had to hurt his own yang energy and hurt his ancestor. He didn't wake up in pain until the sun was high.He couldn't help but not wake up, and if he continued to fall into a coma, he would be bitten to death by ants if he wasn't dried out in the sun.

"Ah!" Although the wound on his arm had scabbed over, he was sensitive to the pain of his arm. After the first ant bit him, Ma Xiaohu immediately jumped up and shook off the desert gold-eating ants on his body. Avoid being gnawed to the bone by desert gold-eating ants.

"Ahhhh!" Ma Xiaohu, who continued to yell, hurriedly threw off the ants on her body.It wasn't until he finally pinched to death the last ant that was biting his flesh, that he realized that he was actually in a large piece of yellow sand.

This is an ancient time when the greenery was very good and there were man-eating tigers in the jungle. The sandstorms in the 21st century did not swallow Beijing, so how could Beijing become a desert hundreds of years ago? !

"Old ancestor! Come out for me!!!" Ma Xiaohu raised his head to the sky and screamed.

After the earth-shaking weeping of ghosts and gods, ghosts and wolves howled, there was silence in the desert, except for a tumbleweed rolling past lonely, no one in the whole desert ignored him.

"I'll count to 3, if you don't come out, I don't want you anymore." Gritting her teeth.

"1,"

"2,"

"3."

There was a sound of sand flowing in the desert, and the ancestor who hated the sun and hid under the sand finally crawled out.No wonder gold-eating ants would appear on the hot sand during the day. It turned out that this old ancestor dug someone's ant nest and scared all the ants to it.

"Ancestor, do you dare to believe that I traveled to ancient times because of you?" Ma Xiaohu poked his finger on the hard chest of the wood-like ancestor.Helplessly, the old ancestor's mouth was blackened by the blood from the tip of the boy's tongue, but even if his mouth was well, he couldn't speak, so whoever made it a dead body.

"Denial? It's not your fault, I can fly here from Beijing? This is the desert, the desert! Tarim or Sahara, you tell me, huh? Are you trying to dry me out or are you trying to force me in the desert? Do you want to have a tooth sacrifice?" Either die of thirst or starve to death, if not die, can only be a zombie? !

Ma Xiaohu poked harder and harder, not letting the old ancestor pretend to be confused, because he knew that the old ancestor could understand what he said.Last night, he was trying to resist his greedy ancestor, but he didn't realize that his feet were full of sand. Now that he woke up, he was already in the endless desert. His precious ancestor is really promising!Green eyes fly stiff, fly stiff!

The old ancestor moved his black eyeballs, and then continued to load wood.It's just that the sun is too hot, it really wants to go back to the bottom of the sand, but it stands still because of Ma Xiaohu.

"Can you fly?" The more excited and thirsty Ma Xiaohu looked up at the sun above his head after losing too much blood, he squatted down and hid under the shadow of his ancestor who was physically more afraid of the sun than he was.

The old ancestor swung his head from side to side with a click.

"Fuck... it won't be until the next full moon, right?" Ma Xiaohu raised her wide sleeves to check the scabbed wounds on her body, and looked at the slender wounds on her left and right arms that were stretched out by silk threads. The wound, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"Three stripes on the left and five stripes on the right, I have become the captain." After thinking about it for a while, the weapon Yuhuatian used seemed to be a sword or something. Why did he use silk thread last night? Fortunately, it was not golden silk. Otherwise, the arm would have been broken instead of a simple flesh injury.

Ma Xiaohu, who was supposed to be anxious about survival, was still wondering about Yuhuatian's martial arts.No matter what Yu Huatian thought last night, it looked familiar. It seemed to be very similar to Qingxia's martial arts skills. I just don't know what period Qingxia was in. Otherwise, it would be good to go and play with Linghu Chong, the point. Junior sister Yilin is very cute.

The running god ran very fast. When Ma Xiaohu felt that the top of his head was burning hot, he looked up and found that his ancestor had disappeared again. He looked left and right and found a sunken mark behind him, only to find that his ancestor was digging sand again. Go inside to hide from the sun.

"Okay, I'll settle the score with you tonight." Ma Xiaohu didn't embarrass the ancestor who was naturally afraid of the sun, and found a shady dune to hide from the sun and wait for the sun to set.If he didn't save energy in the desert during the day, he would definitely die. If he wanted to find his way back to the capital, he could only wait until night.

Going back to the capital... Ma Xiaohu smiled wryly again.He has been living in the palace arranged by Yuhuatian for the past two or three months, and he, who is used to rich clothes and fine food, has to admit that he has become dazed and uneasy after leaving the palace.In the strange desert, the crisis of death always makes people easy to become vulnerable. The loneliness and anxiety that was paralyzed by the comfortable life finally surfaced slowly from my heart today.

"Old ancestor." Ma Xiaohu patted the sand, and after a while, a palm popped out from under the sand to show his presence.

"Fortunately, you are here." So the fault of traveling through time and space will not be held accountable.After Ma Xiaohu touched the palm of the ancestor, the ancestor drilled back into the 2-meter-deep cool sand.

"Da da da da..."

"Huh?" Ma Xiaohu, who was about to take a nap to save her energy, turned her head in response, and suddenly found a tall horse standing in front of her, with a sharp machete pointed at its fragile neck, following the cold light. Dao Feng moved his gaze slowly, and saw a black and strong man with a more ferocious face than his ancestors, covering his head in black, Ma Xiaohu couldn't help dripping a few drops of cold sweat in the hot air.

"Han?" The black, strong and hairy boar man spoke a minority language that Ma Xiaohu couldn't understand.

"You are?" Ma Xiaohu was at a loss.He didn't study archaeology, so he couldn't recognize the origin of this big wild boar man who was wearing a strange costume and looked like a monster.

"There are Han people who dare to step into the territory of our country, and they are thin-skinned and tender." The wild boar man has discerning eyesight to see that the clothes on Ma Xiaohu's body are expensive.

"Eh?" Still didn't understand, but Ma Xiaohu, who was still wearing a shirt with five-clawed golden dragons embroidered with gold and silver threads, couldn't help feeling a sense of crisis in her heart.

"I really didn't expect that, haha." The wild boar man grinned.

"what!!"

With a low cry, Ma Xiaohu had already been lifted onto the horse's back by the wild boar man, and with a swipe of his whip, he flew away in the opposite direction from the capital.

Little did he know that there was fine quicksand surging far behind the horse's buttocks, and the ancestor who was buried in the sand followed quietly...

The author has something to say: I'm going to pick up the plot of Longmen