Impératrice générale déchue - Chapitre 132

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Chapitre 132: Final Chapter

In Jinyang Palace, Murong Yan woke up five days later. Wang Yunzhao knelt in front of the couch, and a palace man brought soup medicine, and he waved and knocked it over. Suddenly the entire palace men kneeled on the ground, shaking shivering.

Murong Yan glanced at Wang Yunzhao and finally asked, “Qu'est-il arrivé?” Looking at his face, I was afraid it was not a small matter.

His voice was dry, and Wang Yunzhao brought hot water to feed him, and he never dared to look into his eyes. Murong Yan a dit, “Pourquoi, now you are alone, can you hear it?”

Wang Yunzhao hurriedly said, “Old slaves don’t dare! Ludwig se tenait presque la tête …” Il réfléchit un moment, ou dit, “It is just that His Majesty just woke up with some serious illness. Let’s wait until the dragon body is better.”

Mu Rongyan drank half a glass of water and sat up slowly, en disant, “When should Gu take care of what? Gu takes care of himself, not your interference.”

Wang Yunzhao gritted his teeth and finally said, “Five days ago … the queen’s mother-in-law was on the grounds of Her Majesty’s serious illness … and left the General …”

Murong Yan a dit, “Continuer de parler.”

Wang Yunzhao said, “The queen gave General Zuo the death and cast it into His Majesty’s Tomb.”

Murong Yan’s cup fell to the ground and pieces of broken porcelain splashed. He raised his head and asked slowly, “Quoi?”

Wang Yunzhao did not repeat. He knew that Murong Yan had heard it clearly. He thought that Murong Yan would have Thunder’s Wrath, but he just said, “Although Gu is seriously ill, she is not confused. Will she be obedient to death because of the Queen’s word?”

Wang Yunzhao said, “Mais … the old slave sent someone to His Majesty’s Mausoleum to check it, Ludwig se tenait presque la tête … C'est vrai.”

Murong Yan stayed slowly, and Wang Yunzhao quickly put on shoes for him: “Ludwig se tenait presque la tête, Tu viens de te réveiller, où allez-vous?”

Murong Yan a dit: “je n'y crois pas. Let’s drive and go to the Imperial Palace!”

Wang Yunzhao said, “Ludwig se tenait presque la tête, this night is dewy, and it’s cold outside. Let’s talk until dawn.”

Murong Yan ignored him at all, already striding out of the palace.

The emperor’s tomb was in the eastern suburbs of Jinyang. When Murong Yan went there, the sky was dawning. Even though he woke up at the beginning of his illness, he walked quickly. Wang Yunzhao followed staggeringly, and soon entered the palace. The martyrdom was long, and Murong Yan’s footsteps also slowed down. Wang Yunzhao led the guard and followed him. Personne n'a parlé.

The gloomy ground floor, no matter how gorgeous the carved furnishings, can’t hide the depression and desolation. All the way to the end of the martyrdom, the copper door closed tightly, and the beast title ring. A man holds a halberd in his left hand and holds a halberd in his right hand, guarding silently in front of the bronze gate. For a short distance, he walked for a long time.

The copper paste was slightly red, reaching out to touch it was extremely cold. He stroked the bronze statue’s body lightly for a long time before whispering, “This is not true, droite?”

Personne n'a répondu, the bronze statue was still smiling, his eyes were looking straight ahead, his face was quiet and peaceful. Murong Yan raised her hand and cut off her tail. But seeing the copper paste and iron sauce, the woman’s tail fingers had been poured through, but the meridian bones were still faintly visible.

À ce moment là, as if the strength of the whole body was drained, he pressed his forehead against the bronze statue’s shoulder, shaking her fingertips and shaking violently.

No one dared to look up at him, not to see his trembling. Après un long moment, Wang Yunzhao said softly, “Ludwig se tenait presque la tête?”

Après un long moment, Murong Yan stood upright, and his voice returned to that coldness: “Allons-y.”

Wang Yunzhao was worried, and Murong Yan looked back and looked at the bronze statue again and said, “This man seems to be warm, but in fact he is extremely cold. Après tant d'années, I have come and gone, and thought about it. A cette étape, I just want to change. It’s so sad to be alone! “

Wang Yunzhao didn’t dare to talk. He stared at the smiling bronze statue and said, “Lonely but not sad,” il a légèrement levé les yeux, with a proud look: “It’s not as good as your heart. Even if you are born differently in this life, you will still be a hundred years later. Ici.”

He straightened his waist, strode out of the tomb, and stopped looking at the bronze statue at the end of the martyrdom. The sky was already bright outside, and he came out of the tomb, blocking the sudden light with his hands, and the world was immersed.

In the palace, Jiang Bilan has been nervous since he knew he was awake. Prince Murongze and Murong Dui also felt a dangerous breath. The first thing that Murong Yan woke up was not to call anyone, but went directly to the tomb.

By night, Jiang Bilan had not fallen asleep, and Murong Yan had already come in. She looked him up and down and said, “Congratulations to your Majesty for her old illness and health.”

Murong Yan didn’t talk to her, but just beckoned. Wang Yunzhao lowered her head, holding the imperial prince forward, et s'est exclamé, “Queen queen, please kneel down.”

Jiang Bilan was not surprised, she knelt slowly. Wang Yunzhao began to read the decree, and when she heard “Abolishing the posterior position, degrading to a public, and moving to Changning Pavilion,” she looked up and looked at the familiar and strange face. It turned out that when this moment really came, the fear and sorrow in the heart piled up, but it became calm.

Elle a dit, “I know that I have done a lot of wrong things in my life, but when I look back, I ca n’t regret it even if I regret it. Only the first encounter with His Majesty is really what made my heart cut. Ma Majesté, why I wanted to meet you at the beginning? Why should I fall in love with you?

Dans cette vie, you weave a dream, let me use up the most beautiful years, cover a stone in my arms, and then think about it, exhausting my thoughts, thinking it will be righteous. À la fin, you slowly let me spread my hands, and I found that I had nothing in my palm. “

The guard came up and stripped her of her shirt, and dragged it out. Jiang Bilan didn’t struggle, the tears blurred all, one glory and one emptiness. After the organs were exhausted, none of those monstrous and rich splendid splendors remained in their hearts.

Murong Yan stood in Qifeng Palace for a long time. In that year, Jiang Bilan, who had just opened his heart, was wearing a red hunting suit and was carrying a white horse. Il a souri et a dit, “Frère Yan, es-tu là?”

Il a souri, folded a rivet, stroked the horse’s back, and thrust under her saddle. The flirtatious girl fell immediately and fell into his arms. She had also been shy and cowardly, and had many kinds of customs.

He walked out of Qifeng Palace, and his past melted away.

Le lendemain, Murong Yan dethroned the prince, deprecating Murong Ze and Murong as people. They immediately moved out of the palace and settled in another house in Jinyang City. Bien sûr, some people in the DPRK have objected, mais cette fois, he was almost exhaustive and arbitrary.

Even Wang Yunzhao did not advise.

In the afternoon of the same day, Murong Yan ordered the recall of Anyang King Murong Xuan, and named Murong Yu, the son of Qingliang, as King Wei.

Only the two princes remained in the palace, and the officials had to reconsider their positions. Ke Qing’s heartbeat is rumbling. Although Murong Xuan seems to have an advantage at present, Murong Yan has always shunned the left wolf because her power is too large and there are many party feathers.

Maintenant, compared with Murong Yu, is Murong Xuan’s roots deeper? Murong Yan doesn’t like her, but she doesn’t like Zhitong either. She may not have a chance. The top priority is to make Jiang Bilan completely unable to stand up.

Cette nuit, Changning Pavilion.

Jiang Bilan put on her clothes and said, “It’s night, it’s heavy outside, don’t sit here.”

Jiang Baiyao shed her hair, murmured in her mouth, and cried and laughed. Jiang Bilan held her up and said, “Allons-y.” A person came in suddenly outside, and Jiang Bilan looked back, but it was Ke Qing.

Elle a dit, “You’re here now, wouldn’t you greet me?”

Ke Qing said, “Où, just to bring some pastry to the mother-in-law. I used to take care of the mother-in-law, but now I can’t bear to see the mother-in-law to this point.”

Jiang Bilan held out her hand and said, “Viens ici.”

Ke Qing handed the food container to her. She didn’t even see it. She opened it, picked up the cakes, and fed them to Jiang Baiyao. Jiang Baiyao opened her mouth and seemed to feel it was delicious. She squeezed her mouth with her hands. Jiang Bilan said, “When you get there, your father and mother will take care of you. Although you are willful, but when we are sisters, how long can I blame you?”

But Qing heard this wrong, and laughed forcefully: “Que veux-tu dire, mère?”

Jiang Bilan helped Jiang Yaoyao enter the house, and said slowly when closing the door, “Go on your own dreams. Don’t come here again.”

She closed the door, and the last glimmer of light narrowed. But Qing stood in the wind for a while, and the maid behind her said, “Qing Liangren, let’s go back. It’s gloomy here, and it scares people to look at it.”

But Qing whispered, tourna la tête, and glanced at the window full of wood.

The death of Jiang Baiyao did not cause any waves. Autrefois, her concubine was buried in a thin coffin.

Murong Yan began to refuse to take the medicine, and she was not even allowed to diagnose the pulse. His body seemed to be back to normal, but only Wang Yunzhao knew how this man was tossing and turning in the dormitory at night, lonely enduring the pain of chronic illness.

He has never established Chujun again, and the ministers dare not mention it. pourtant, Murong Xuan and Murong Yu followed him. After two more years, both of them grew up.

The old things turned into dust, Wen Zhai, Zuo Canglang, Yuan Xi, Leng Feiyan, Yang Lianting, un par un, slowly annihilated in the dust of the years. He seemed to be healed and completely forgotten.

This early summer, Murong Yan was in a very good spirit. After the ancestor worship at Chengtian Pavilion, the group went hunting in Nanshan. Murong Yan was in front, Wang Yunzhao followed, Zhou Xin, Murong Xuan, Murong Yu and others followed. Wu Dongting took the escort.

The mighty team went up to Nanshan, and Murong Yan rushed forward. When she pulled the bow, she felt a pain in her chest and abdomen. He turned over and dismounted, and Wang Yunzhao hurried forward to support him: “Ludwig se tenait presque la tête? But the old disease has been committed again?”

He hurriedly urged the palace people to deliver the medicine, and Murong Yan raised his head, and saw that a wild rose was in full swing in front of him. He was on the spot, and Zhou Xin came up behind him and said, “It hasn’t changed for many years. Your Majesty has remembered that when I picked up a child here …”

He finally remembered how many years ago, Nanshan had a lot of hemerocallis, and wild roses bloomed into a sea of ​​flowers.

Beyond a stretch of flower wall, he grabbed the Mustang with a rope. The wild horse hissed and startled the wolf pack. He looked up and looked at her.

The sky is clear and the sky is blue, and the mountains are like daisies. Among the flowers and green grasses, he laughs and says, “You are now in the east of the mountain, and you are with the wild wolf in the sky, so you have the last name, the wolf.”

The remembrance is a knife that cuts gold and jade, and then strokes the heart and lungs so sharply. He pointed at the wild rose and hemerocallis, with a faint voice in his throat, exhausted all his strength, and couldn’t say a word. Wang Yunzhao looked past his fingertips and shouted, “Viens ici, shovel all the wild roses, and leave no leaves!”

The guards shouted loudly and stepped forward. Murong Yan covered her chest with her hands and shook her head. But the flower and the leaf were uprooted before his eyes.

He lost focus in his eyes and couldn’t see anything for a moment. Vaguement, back in the midsummer afternoon of that year, he was located in the residence of Jinyang City. The sun is shining, the lush briar climbs the quaint courtyard, pink and red flowers bloom between the blue leaves, the wind is dusty, the flower wall is swaying, and the layers are like waves.

The young second temple was white, and opened its vines, and saw the flowers and leaves bleak.

Cette année, she slept in the flowers.

His blood spurted out, the stars were a little bit, and the missed landscape was red. She laughed among the rose hemerocallis, the clouds were light and light.

Cette nuit, Yan Wang Murong Yan was soaring to the sky. Wang Yunzhao held out the imperial edict established during his lifetime, and Murong Xuan set aside. Da Sinong Daqin took out another imperial edict and read it in court, saying that His Majesty had a purpose, and it was passed to Anyang Wang Murong Xuan.

Wang Yunzhao wanted to stop talking, and Murong Xuan took over the imperial edict in his hands and thrown himself into the fire. Da Qinqin asked: “His Royal Highness doesn’t want to know, who is the real Chujun in it?”

Murong Xuan shook his head and said, “Pass on the decree of solitary imperial concubine, and concubine Zhitong as the queen concubine. There are not many concubines and fathers, and Qingliang enters the tomb for funeral. As for the two emperor brothers and one emperor brother, they intended , Died in the chaos. “

Wu Dongting and Zhou Xin both knew and took orders. Murong Xuan said suddenly, “They are lonely, are you really going to kill?”

The two looked at each other and were puzzled. Murong Xuan said, “Find a few death row prisoners and just leave your heads. Ils … send them to Koizumiyama and give them to my master. Ask him to take good care of me.”

Zhou Xin hesitated and asked, “Don’t Your Highness worry about their comeback?”

Murong Xuan said, “If I’m worried that the sky will collapse, will I destroy the sky? Aller.” Zhou Xin and Yun Dongting looked at each other, wondering if what he said was true or not, and did not dare to move. Murong Xuan patted their shoulders and said, “Réellement, I really want to be a stunner, manger, boisson, and have fun all my life. But what about human illness?”

He took out the burning imperial imperial decree from the fire, et murmura: “But after she left, she always felt that the mountains and rivers were all old people. Can’t bear the sun and the moon withering.” Then he suddenly turned his head and asked Zhou Xin: “Azo is really dead?”

Zhou Xin was stunned and asked, “The body is in Diling. How could your Highness ask this?”

Murong Xuan said, “She won’t go to the Mausoleum to accompany her father. Zhou Xin, you are said to have known her since you were a child. She never actually loved my father, droite?”

Zhou Xin was silent and said for a long time: “The word of love cannot be empathized without being trapped in it. How could your Highness understand?”

Murong Xuan looked at the stars in the distance and said, “Peut-être.”

À la fois, Tong Dongting and Zhou Xin led troops to the palace of Wei Wang and “tué” Wei Murong Yu on the spot. Immédiatement, the brothers Murongze and Murong, who had been degraded to the common people, “give death.”

When the sky was about to be unknown, the death toll of the imperial city was nine, and the bell rang loudly, spreading throughout the city of Jinyang.

The wild guest sat up in shock, knowing that the tomb fell.

L'auteur a quelque chose à dire: The online version is over.

The physical book is expected to be revised: 1. Delete some of the subsequent branch plots to speed up the pace and progress? 2. Ajouter 30,000 words brand new. 3. BUG in the revised text. 4. Maybe keep the female lead’s love for the male lead?

De toute façon, the plot has been fully explained here. This is the first time that Jie Yi has tried a relatively complicated drama. The article laughs and scolds people, but it has a head and a tail.

It’s too hard to write abusive texts. I’ll write a HE text next time. I can look forward to my favorite baby. If you don’t like the baby, just leave it. You like it or not, you see it or not. The scum is here.

De toute façon, thank you for your company and support.

arc.