The little majesty, who has endured the pain once, has learned to be well-behaved. Xu Haoran told him to go east and never go west, but when he touched him, the other party would always dodge subconsciously, and then after reacting, look at him in fear. he.
The outstretched hand paused in the air, moved slightly, and he retracted again.
Holding on to a smile, Xu Haoran placed the wedding dress that was driven out overnight in front of Zhou Junyan, and stroked his cheek: "Your Highness, look, this is a wedding dress made by my servant, we are about to get married That way, we can always be together."
The other party didn't respond at all, but lowered his eyebrows so that people couldn't see any of his expressions clearly.
Xu Haoran was silent for a while, and when he turned to deal with state affairs, he only heard the crisp sound of cloth being torn behind him, he stopped in his tracks and did not dare to turn his head. It was just that the steps he took again were unusually heavy.
Maybe he heard it wrong? Or...or the little Highness was too happy and accidentally tore it apart.
But he never looked back to see the expression on the man's face at the moment.
Facing the ministers he used to work with, Xu Haoran had a vague feeling that things were different. The people below changed from persuading him to ascend the throne to persuading him to accept the harem, and finally even asked him to kill Zhou Junyan for the country.
"A country cannot be without a king for a day, and the remnants of the previous dynasty are weak and incompetent. I hope the general can ascend the throne and take power as soon as possible."
He was enthroned, but he didn't come as they expected.
"Since your majesty has ascended the throne, you should kill the remnants of the previous dynasty to prevent the foundation from being unstable."
Then he executed all those who said these things until no one mentioned them again.
"Your Majesty has been on the throne for a long time, so he should choose a master of the harem. You should not hang on to the harem for a long time, or even favor a man. This is against the norms of ethics."
Not long after those people finished speaking, he made the back houses of these ministers into a mess.
"Your Majesty, if you continue like this, Da Zhou will perish sooner or later." Everyone knelt down in front of him, their voices were both sad and decisive: "I hope Your Majesty will think twice, don't get dizzy because of beauty."
He originally ascended the throne in order to be able to stay with His Highness forever. He was supposed to be a loyal minister, and his reputation will last forever; but he became a traitor and traitor, and his reputation will last forever.
Does Xu Hao regret it? He couldn't tell, holding Zhou Junyan every night, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He was afraid that when he closed his eyes, lonely souls and resentful ghosts would come to him and ask him why he made Da Zhou to such a state, and why he abandoned the Xu family's century-old loyal bones.
He once thought that for the fireworks in the world, he only needs to hold his beautiful scenery in his arms; but now, he doesn't have the fireworks in the world, and he doesn't have the beautiful scenery on a good day.
Following Master's wishes, he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him whom he had once been jealous of. After all, he lowered his head to someone other than His Highness: "Okay."
As long as this rebellion is quelled, he can leave Great Zhou with His Royal Highness, and leave this place full of bad memories.
He thought that he would be able to cheer up on the battlefield, but now that he was sitting in the coach's tent, he was shocked to find that there was no one around him. In the night lit by the flames that day, he stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the corpses all over the place without sadness or joy, without any shock in his heart.
It turns out that he has become like this
He no longer fought side by side with his subordinates, he no longer cared about how the army treated the captured women and children, and he no longer paid attention to the rumors in the army. Xu Haoran just sat in the army, staring blankly at the curtain blown by the wind in front of him, "pointing the country" like a puppet.
Raising his troops in one go, Xu Haoran defeated the uprising army in just a few months.
This time when he returned to Beijing triumphantly, the people stood silently on both sides, without the joyful cheers of the past.
Probably because he is a tyrant.
Thinking self-deprecatingly, Xu Haoran was eager to return home, and wanted to see his Highness quickly, so that Chang Ge could fulfill his promise and let him take His Highness far away.
The silver pieces on the armor were stained with blood, and had already turned black due to the long time, exuding an unbearable smell, Xu Haoran's face was not that clean, and his hair was disheveled. Beggars on the edge of the city.
Taking off the armor on his body, riding on the road in the palace, Xu Haoran saw His Highness in the cage, stood cowering beside Chang Ge, and tightly grabbed the sleeve of the other party. Backed away.
As if he didn't see the soldiers pouring out, Xu Haoran got off his horse and approached step by step. He looked at the frightened Highness and gritted his teeth: "You lied to me."
The man who seemed to be indifferent to everything on weekdays smiled lightly, and he clearly felt the contemptuous ridicule in the other party's laughter: "You can indeed take him away, but he is the rightful emperor of the Zhou Dynasty. You have to ask him if he wants to."
Will he? Could Your Highness be willing
With the last luck, he dragged his heavy steps, stepped up the steps step by step, and asked: "Your Highness, would you like to leave with the minister?"
Leave this big week, leave this place of right and wrong.
"If you don't want to go with him, order the arrows to be released."
As soon as Xu Haoran heard Changge's words, Zhou Junyan began to yell in a panic, as if he wanted to yell out all the panic: "Let the arrows! Let the arrows go!"
"Kill this traitor!"
Arrows rained all over the sky, he straightened his body to bear the sharp blade, looked at the mad-looking His Highness with cloudy eyes, just like His Highness who dug out all the truth hidden under the paper that night, shouted and cursed him.
How much he wanted to ask his Highness, is he not good enough? Why does his gaze always follow others, but never stays on himself.
With a sigh of relief, he strenuously walked up one step after another, until finally he climbed up. The blood under his body dragged long bloodstains on the ground. He tried hard to open his eyes, watching His Highness's frightened appearance and retreating steps. He wanted the other party not to be afraid of him and not to retreat.
He opened his mouth, but a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and the hoarse voice made a simple gasp.
How much he wanted to gouge out his heart and let His Highness take a good look at it, whether it was bright red and fragmented; he also wanted to ask him, how could he be so cruel, throw his sincerity in the dust, and trample on it recklessly.
But he could only lie on the ground, in front of the person he was unwilling to do all his life, in a terrible embarrassment.
"Hate him?"
"hatred."
"Then kill him."
"kill him."
Xu Haoran heard His Highness's staggering footsteps in a daze, and muttered in his mouth that he was going to kill himself. All the arrows in his heart were pulled out. He opened his eyes and watched Zhou Junyan's face splashed with his blood, and the dagger in his hand was completely splattered. He stabbed into his chest without hesitation.
This time, Xu Haoran's pupils collapsed, and he really felt—
That came from the pain in the heart.
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Hohohoho, the Buddha iron-headed baby is back!