The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

After the death of Emperor Yuqiong, the bells of temples and Taoist temples rang tens of thousands of times, and the capital was full of continuous tones. With the fall of the summer wind, one could faintly hear thousands of monks chanting sutras in Yiling Temple.

Because of the national mourning, it is forbidden to have fun for a hundred days, which leads to thousands of people engaged in the skin|meat business in the bustling Xiyao Street, only caring about picking their teeth and basking in the sun.

Drinking alcohol is also illegal, and everyone lacks interest, resulting in empty seats in the most lively Miaowei Building.

On the second floor, there was an elegant table by the window, and two people sneaked in. They were Wang Ergou and Yan Sanshu who were beaten up by Ji Jinrong last time.

Since the two of them were warned not to step into Huazong Street, they have been shrinking their heads for several days. Now they came up to relieve their greed, but they saw the right time, and they would never meet that brat anyway.

Today is the day of great joy for Ji Jinrong and Murong Anran.

According to the past, marriage is not allowed within one year of national mourning, but the empress gave special grace to the two of them for their marriage, but everything should be kept simple, no bragging and noise, only a small sedan chair to pick them up from the house.

Wang Ergou sat down, asked Third Uncle Yan to order a pot of good tea, the latter had some money in his body, and he didn't care about the people in front of him, so he readily asked the waiter to serve the pot tip.

Taking advantage of the sluggish business, Wang Ergou had the cheek to take two small dishes of the gifted peanuts. The two ate them with chopsticks. After chatting for a while, the topic naturally fell on the earth-shaking event-the sacrificial ceremony.

"Third uncle, I doubt the current world. I still can't believe that such a thing happened. It's like a dream."

Uncle Yan picked up a round peanut and threw it into his mouth, "I also doubted the authenticity, but after thinking about it, if I make up this story, the nine clans will be wiped out, whoever has a hundred heads."

"That's not it," Wang Ergou said sarcastically, "Even a crooked picture book dealer can't create such a wild and shocking story."

Everyone in the world knows that when the lightning struck, the queen gave up her life, pushed the empress away, resisted the thunder, bleeding from the seven orifices, and died after reading it three times without any regrets.

I thought it would break the fate of the empress and let her live well, but unexpectedly the empress stood up, her arms spread like a bird, and she fell backwards from the high platform with broken wings in the shape of broken wings.

One emperor and one empress fell back and forth.

"I heard that the scene was very miserable?" Uncle Yan asked.

"It's not just miserable, it's unbearable to see." Wang Ergou whispered, "I fell from the high platform and died on the spot. I don't know how many sections of the spine were broken, there was no complete rib, all the limbs were broken, and the internal organs were damaged." It's a mess, the back of the head is cracked, and the flesh inside can be seen."

"Alas..." Third Uncle Yan sighed, "How painful that is! It can be seen that after losing her second concubine in a row, the empress was dealt a heavy blow. She threw down the country and fell down without hesitation."

"However, his face is not ferocious and distorted, and he looks calm and obedient." Wang Ergou added.

"If the heart is dead, it must be the appearance of going to death with no worries and cares."

Uncle Yan San felt that the peanuts in his mouth had lost their original fragrance, so he put down his chopsticks and picked up tea to eat. He asked, "Yu Qiong really should thank that woman in blue robe and bell, if it wasn't for her... I'm afraid it would be ..."

"It's not her, how could we sit here comfortably and eat wine without making a mess of porridge." Wang Ergou put down his chopsticks, picked up peanuts with his fingers, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, "It is rumored that she has disappeared Yes, the peerless beauty Yunyu tributed by the Kingdom of Liang...

This woman has always been mysterious, and she never thought that she would be able to bring the dead back to life. When the empress's body was not stiff, she rushed over and drove everyone ten miles away, and then used the secret technique to save her life. After three months of cultivation, it is already very good. "

Uncle Yan shook his head, and said with emotion: "The art of bringing the dead back to life has always required a huge price. It is amazing not to see a woman using herself or a baby to renew her life!"

"Well, this is very admirable," Wang Ergou looked out of the window and guessed: "Now in May, flowers are fragrant and birds are singing, and warblers are singing melodiously. In the place where the secret technique is performed, there is no grass, not even a bird or reptile. Guess she The ten miles of souls were used and sacrificed."

"In the eyes of ordinary people like us, this kind of exchange is quite a bargain," Uncle Yan stroked his beard, and simply reasoned: "If the empress dies, and the general is burned and bedridden, and the country is in turmoil, how can the northern tartars not want to move?

In addition, the matter of setting up a princess has not yet been clarified. The entire court, the civil and military factions, will inevitably cause chaos, and there may be a swordsman meeting, preconceptions. "

"God bless me, Yuqiong," Wang Ergou sighed from the bottom of his heart, pointing to his head, "Although I fell here, there are some problems, and I lost my memory, at least I haven't forgotten how to govern the country."

"Amnesia is nothing, memory is worthless, it will govern the country and the world, as long as we people can afford wine and meat." Uncle Yan Sanshu immediately agreed.

There was a neighing sound downstairs, very ear-piercing.

Bored, Wang Ergou stretched out his head to look, but it didn't matter, he was more than half frightened when he saw the three souls and six souls.

"Quick... hurry, hurry, go!"

"Why are you in such a hurry, the hot dishes haven't been served yet~"

Wang Ergou suddenly opened his front, picked up the plate, poured a stack of peanuts into his chest, and said in a panic, "Look who's downstairs!"

"Who?" Uncle Yan looked around curiously, and was stunned on the spot. He stammered, "Ji...Ji Jinrong?"

……

Ji Jinrong walked upstairs slowly, his eyes reflected everything.

Everything fell into his eyes again.

The shop waiter enthusiastically followed behind to greet him, and when he heard that the other party's first sentence was to ask for wine, he responded in a very awkward manner, and drinking is not allowed during the national funeral.

After hearing this, Ji Jinrong woke up like a dream, he sat upright powerlessly, his mouth was tasteless, and waved away for a while.

What should have been a prosperous and exciting day suddenly turned into a joke.

His bridal sedan chair was empty.

Yes, the scene that Ji Jinrong was most afraid of still appeared.

Murong Anran ran away from the marriage and was never seen.

I don't know whether to cry or cry bitterly. Under the restraint, the protégé of detective Di Qiushuang turned his nose sore. He felt that if he wiped his nose and shed tears in public, his teacher would scold him again when he found out. Take a step forward.

In order not to be ashamed or offended, Ji Jinrong lowered his face and buried his eyes in his robe.

Shaoqing, the big red wedding gown is wet.

After sobbing in a low voice for a long time, a pair of wet, red and swollen eyes struggled out of the sadness. He spread his palms and opened the crumpled note again. The words on it were still heart-piercing.

Wait...how long?

Wait until the vicissitudes of life, do people die?

Ji Jinrong wiped away the tears on his face, and Murong Anran gave himself a road with no end in sight.

She let him walk alone, with the feeling of being abandoned at any time, staggering towards the hope without light.

The note was crumpled into a ball, Ji Jinrong raised his hand, trying to put the heartache away, but unfortunately, he couldn't bear to let go of his five fingers.

Even if you hold a spike in your palm!

If the words were broken down into strokes and strokes, the general's vigorous and powerful strokes would make him fall and lose himself. Ji Jinrong stuffed the paper ball into the inner pocket of his robe, like protecting a baby.

Words are like a person, very sassy and beautiful!

Often, the most common things can warm a heart that has been looking forward to it for several years from the inside out.

The hustle and bustle outside the window divided his thoughts, and the captain put his elbows on the window frame and put his head on it, silently recalling the glimpse of a few years ago.

The flow of people is the same as it was back then, no... such a scene is far worse than it was back then.

Ten years ago, he was ten years old.

On that day, everyone in the capital went to see Murong Jingmin lead the battle, and he was no exception.

While everyone was sending off the marshal, they also wanted to take a look at the tiger girl who came out of the general's gate.

Rumor has it that Murong Jingmin's daughter, Murong Anran, has learned martial arts since she was a child. It never forgets.

Ji Jinrong doesn't care about the other person's looks, he doesn't believe that a woman can wield a machete gracefully?

Although women were superior to men in this dynasty, at least the generals who opened up territories and defended peace were all men. How could there be a female general?

Ji Jinrong, who squeezed through the long crowd and squeezed his face until his face was deformed, accidentally fell over because his bones had not yet grown, and fell off the line with his lumps and roundness.

On Huazong Street, at the entrance of Miaowei Building, Ji Jinrong sat slumped on the ground in a sackcloth, looking up at Murong Anran, the forward of the Beibei Army with a tall horse and a silver armor and red robe.

When the four eyes met, his soul was lost.

Later, he was quickly brought back to the crowd by the soldiers, hooks appeared in his eyes for no reason, and he was firmly fixed on someone's body until the figure disappeared without a trace.

So much so that I can't remember how to return home, how to talk to my sister who was born in the boudoir, etc.

As he grows older, every time he is teased and teased about his marriage, Murong Anran's face will always appear first, and there will be no one else.

When it comes to the age of marriage, there is an endless stream of matchmakers, and all of them are dismissed by the little school captain without exception. His father is not in a hurry, and even pulled out his stick.

In the ancestral hall, facing the overbearing parents, Ji Jinrong calmed down. He wanted to marry Murong Anran, even if it was a concubine, or a male|favorite who came and went as soon as he was called.

Sure enough, he was beaten severely.

Ji Haikang said that it is not good to compete with someone for a wife, but to fight with the empress is a dead end.

The stick fell on his back, and he repeated that person's name in his heart again and again.

In severe pain, he learned from his father that Murong Anran would be a concubine sooner or later, but he was not in despair, and even thought about it, cut off the things on his body, and entered the palace to serve Murong Anran.

Unexpectedly, later, when the heavens descended with great blessings, the beloved and the empress had a falling out!

After Ji Haikang learned about it, he went to propose marriage almost overnight.

After all, there is an incompetent kid in the family who argues that he will not marry unless he is a general. He does not expect to be a husband, but only wants to be a male favorite...or he will kill himself.

The final result simply made someone cry with joy, the general not only agreed to the marriage, but also married, not married!

Once the long-cherished wish comes true for many years, there will always be some unrealistic feeling. Ji Jinrong squeezed his thigh, full of pain, it didn't seem like he was dreaming. Like a spring, gushing out sporadically.

Finally, he laughed, leaning back and forth, laughing like a fool.

……

Ji Jinrong cried and laughed, his eyes were red and swollen.

In fact, normally, he is a hard-hearted person, and he never shed tears easily in front of outsiders, which is an insult to his self-esteem as a man.

But when he came to Murong Anran, he turned into a crying bag in seconds, but anything related to her, he couldn't escape the sadness and pain, when the emotions got up, the tears would not live up to his expectations, dignity and face were all bullshit.

After crying silently for a long while, I felt better, and the captain wiped away the tears completely.

He had to be patient and continue to wait for his beloved.

At this time, there was another commotion downstairs. Ji Jinrong looked down and saw that it was his servant, and his mood fell to the bottom instantly. The family must be worried, afraid that he would not be able to bear the blow of running away from marriage, and wanted to commit suicide, so he came to him .

The valet also looked up and saw that his master was urgent and didn't care about going upstairs, so he stood downstairs and reported with his big head up.

It's a pity that the servant is a stutterer, the more urgent he is, the less he can utter a word, pointing to the direction of Ji's mansion, faltering, "Quick...quick...back...back...back."

"Lingding, I'm not going back. Tell your parents, just say that I'm in a bad mood, and I went out to relax. I didn't want to hang myself from a tree with a crooked neck. They will eat that table by themselves, so don't waste it." Ji Jinrong said.

The boy's lonely face was swollen and red. He stomped his feet hard, biting the crown of his teeth tightly, froze his tongue, and gestured desperately: "Go... go home... new... new... new..."

"What's new! The bride has run away!" Ji Jinrong sighed, and added: "This has become a joke of the vicious people in the market again. He, Ji Jinrong, can't wear a green hat even if he wants to... He is not qualified."

"No...no...no..." Lingding was spinning around in a hurry downstairs, holding her throat and shouting again, "New...new...bride...lady..."

"What's the bride doing, you found it? Forget it, if you find it, you can't force her to come back and marry me. I don't want to marry by force, although we have a marriage contract."

After hearing this, Lingding burst into tears!

The whole family was waiting for their young master to go back, and they couldn't say a word, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.

Ji Jinrong kindly comforted: "Don't cry, I am the one who should cry, and I am the useless man who was abandoned. From now on, I will walk all the way and be laughed at all the way! However, I am thick-skinned and don't care. These, the general and I are still nominally a fiancée relationship."

"No...it's...it's the bride...waiting...waiting..."

"Hey!" Ji Jinrong's smile disappeared instantly, and he shrank his head, and said helplessly, "I know she wants me to wait, but who knows that I will wait until the year of the monkey? I'm already twenty, the eldest is not young, and it's not been a few years since I was old... At that time, the waist | strength is gone, the skin is not good-looking, how can An Ran fall in love with me, even if she kisses her, she won't let me kiss her."

Lingding cried loudly, with snot and tears running down her nose, pointing frantically in the direction of home, stammering.

Ji Jinrong wanted to laugh when he saw it, and just wanted to send someone back to keep himself clean.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.

Something must have happened, otherwise Ling Ding wouldn't look like this, he immediately asked: "What happened at home?"

Lingding nodded.

Ji Jinrong hoped that he would not be able to utter a complete sentence if he stammered downstairs, "Shake your head for bad things, and nod for good things."

Lingding suddenly nodded.

"Who's the good thing about? It's not about my shaking my head, it's about my nodding."

Lingding nodded again.

"A good thing?" Ji Jinrong was skeptical. What good things could happen if his sweetheart abandoned his marriage?

Lingding cried and pointed at Ji Jinrong.

"Me?" Ji Jinrong scratched his scalp, reluctantly spelling out the lonely words one by one: "Going home... the new... the bride... waiting for... me?"

Lingding slumped on the ground all of a sudden, and nodded frantically amidst howling and howling.

Ji Jinrong was trembling all over, Murong Anran was waiting for him, and it was a good thing, wouldn't that be...

"Fuck!!! You didn't say it earlier!"

Ji Jinrong immediately flew down the window, and galloped towards the Xitang.