The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Speaking of the years, Mei Xueyi couldn't help but think of the day when he first met, he carried her along the corridor, looked at the jade plum tree of His Royal Highness and said to her, 'The plums of this day will never wither, just like you and me, Sui Years and Years'.

She looked at him, immersed her jade arm in the hot water unconsciously, and stirred it gently to hide her slightly confused mood.

Wei Jinzhao lowered his head and coughed a few times, picked up the scroll again, and continued to read the story in the book—

Suddenly one day, Mei Xueyi put Wei Jinzhao's close-fitting belt in front of him.

She said that it was brought by Zhao Runru, who claimed that it was evidence that she was in a relationship with King Wei.

Wei Jinchao was furious, and he searched all the close servants overnight, but found no results.

He wanted to summon Zhao Runru to confront him, but was stopped by Mei Xueyi. She said that the peace talks have come to an end, and it is really not cost-effective to have extraneous branches at this time.

After all, the peace talks can get a lot of benefits from Jinling. Although the people of Wei State are simple and industrious, the climate of this land is harsh and the resources are poor, and the life of the people is really not good.

After receiving the war compensation from Jinling and the two trading cities, the imperial court could afford to make water conservancy projects lightly, allowing the people to live for a few years.

It is really unwise to turn against Zhao Runru at this juncture.

After all, the heart of King Wei and his wife was always with the people in mind.

She said she believed him, then threw the girdle into the charcoal basin and told him that she would not want anything touched by others.

King Wei loved her sour and jealous expression so much that he couldn't help but hug her to the bed and pamper her for thousands of words.

They should have been like this, year after year.

She gradually became concerned. He was keenly aware that she was unhappy, so he embraced her every day, explaining to her where he was and who he had met today, and he also deliberately handed some documents to her to deal with, creating opportunities for her to facilitate She 'raided to check' what he was doing at any time.

Yet she left.

On the day when the armistice between Wei and Jinling was officially signed, she quietly left the palace with the help of others.

She only left him a brief letter, saying that she left because she didn't love him anymore, and for the sake of her deeds for Wei Guo, she hoped that he would not embarrass anyone. He also said that Zhao Ji was very good and hoped that he would treat him well.

Wei is insane.

He could only think of one person.

Shen Xiuzhu.

After Shen Pingcheng, the Duke of Dingguo, was plotted to die by the traitor Jiang Dexing, Shen Xiuzhu was ordered to take over the prince of Duke Dingguo, took over his father's power, and became the youngest prince. In the battle of Qishu, the young Shen Xiuzhu made great achievements, and now he is a powerful figure.

After Mei Xueyi entered the palace, Shen Xiuzhu did not marry Mei Qiaoqiao into the house as Mei Shilang and the Sun family wished. He regretted it too much, and kept silently watching Mei Xueyi. On the day of the decisive battle with Qishu, he took a risk and led a few elite soldiers to raid Qishu's base camp and beheaded the enemy's main general. Before leaving, he only left a last word— May the queen be well.

Shen Xiuzhu!

Who else can be the person who can avoid all eyes and eyes and steal the queen from the palace!

Still unfinished.

…

Wei Jinzhao slowly got up, walked to the wooden barrel, and put his hand into the water.

"The water is cold, queen."

His voice was colder than water.

Mei Xueyi was stunned for a while. Ever since she heard Mei Xueyi throw the girdle into the charcoal basin, she has been staring at the ground in a daze.

If her things were touched by others, she would not want them.

The 'Mei Xueyi' in the storybook is too easy to arouse her empathy. She was in a trance at the moment, thinking that she might be on something.

Just listening to him recite the stories in the book so slowly, she seemed to have experienced those joys and sorrows, and her mood always fluctuated with that 'Mei Xueyi'.

It's weird. For thousands of years in the Immortal Realm, her heart has always been cold and indifferent, no one can impress her, otherwise she would have died a thousand times.

"Why go with him? You tell me why."

A dark, heavy gaze fell on her.

She raised her head and saw that his black eyes were full of arrogant and paranoid possessiveness.

"I'm not going," she said.

A weak and miserable smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "I used to think so too."

He carried her out of the wooden bucket, the water wet his robe, and as if he didn't realize it, he carried her wetly onto the soft couch.

He suppressed her and slowly repeated the words in the script.

- Those **** parts.

"Don't you love me?" He stared at her, his black eyes were right, "At least the body, love me that much."

His mind was a little lost, he wanted to cough, he held back, his cheeks flushed, and his breath was unsteady.

"So love me!" he repeated, "how could not love me!"

Mei Xueyi knew that he was too deep into the play.

She raised her arms and gently wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

"Your Majesty, am I back?" She pulled him towards her.

The two stunning faces gradually approached.

The tip of the nose touches the tip of the nose.

His black eyes finally flickered, and he smiled: "No, you haven't left yet. You're leaving eventually."

"Everything is different from the book," she rubbed the tip of his handsome nose affectionately, "Shen Xiuzhu is still the prince, and Zhao Runru has been cleaned up by you. You don't give me a chance to be jealous, where can I go."

He stared at her for a while, then tilted his head to kiss her.

Mei Xueyi wanted to hide subconsciously, but found that he had already raised his hand and clasped the back of her head.

The kiss was extremely fierce.

Her petal-like delicate lips were quickly smashed into several small holes, and he had no intention of stopping, just madly plundering everything from her.

Whether it is the nectar in the mouth or the slightest blood.

The experience was really bad, but Mei Xueyi forgave the sick guy. She put her arms around him and stroked his back as best she could to soothe him.

After some frantic kissing, he finally found that he was still wearing a cold and soaked robe.

Although the climate of Jinling is much warmer than that of Wei, it is early spring, and she is shivering with cold.

A small face was miserably white, her hair was wet, and the cut on her lips was extremely dazzling.

He threw away the wet clothes and took her into his arms fiercely.

"I'll wipe your hair for you." He said hoarsely, but his palms hovered between her black hair and her snow neck, as if hesitating whether to take her life.

Mei Xueyi turned over, pressed his shoulders, and pressed him on the soft couch.

Like a vine, she entangled him gently and softly, boldly facing the danger.

His narrow and beautiful eyes opened slightly involuntarily, and the pupils shrank rapidly.

Just as he was about to speak, Mei Xueyi put her index finger on his thin lips.

"Shh. Just think of me, me right now."

He stretched his waist and grabbed his shoulders.

She tried to conquer this sick guy, but she didn't expect to be turned over by him in the end.

By the time he stopped, her wet hair had been dry twice and wet twice.

He finally returned to normal, leaning on the edge of the soft golden silk couch, expressionless, his eyes glowing with laziness.

"Go back and give you a good repair." He said still.

She crouched in front of him, looked at him with moist and soft eyes, and asked, "Is Mei Xueyi in the storybook me?"

He rolled his eyes and looked over: "It's you."

"Is that Wei today you?"

"it's me."

She blinked: "But, I won't believe you. Zhao Run is such a troublesome and annoying woman. If he touches her, the harem will definitely be disturbed. You are not a fool to do such a stupid thing."

His eyes darkened slightly.

She was very discerning, and immediately reassured: "Besides, Your Majesty treats me wholeheartedly, how could I not know?"

He squeezed her fingers and said gloomily, "I know you still treat me like that."

She shook her head: "If it were me, there must be a secret to running away like this, and it's definitely not an elopement with someone."

She felt that she was about to fall ill with him, and she actually analyzed the 'self' in the words book seriously.

"Really?" A gentle smile twitched at the corners of his lips, and his eyes darkened a little bit.

Mei Xueyi felt that he wanted to clean up her signs again, and quickly changed the topic: "How is the situation on the execution ground? Why did Zhao Runru disappear, and has your Majesty found any clues?"

Even if a cultivator robs someone and leaves, there will always be some clues left behind.

"Yes." He slowly narrowed his eyes, "I found an unfamiliar footprint on the soft dust. Cloth shoes."

now it's right.

Mei Xueyi nodded: "So, there is a talented person hiding beside Zhao Runru."

Wei Jin frowned slightly, thinking of something: "So the belt..."

Mei Xueyi was stunned for a while, and then realized that he was talking about the body-straightening belt that fell onto Zhao Runru's hand for some reason.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips. Immediately, the smile seemed to sink into the nine secluded purgatory, soaked in the yellow spring, revealing a sinister chill.

"Very good." The corners of his eyes were filled with a dark cold light, and his voice was hoarse and deep, "Don't worry, kill one by one. All have to die."

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he looked like a poisonous snake about to attack.

Mei Xueyi looked at him in amazement.

His expression at the moment was the same as those of the most obsessive demon cultivators or ghost cultivators.

She shook his body and acted coquettishly at him: "Your Majesty! With such a capable person, Mei Xueyi in the book must have been kidnapped!"

He turned his black eyes and stared at her for a long time, and finally just smiled meaningfully.

Mei Xueyi's intuition is not very good.

His expression at the moment reminded her of that time when he 'returned to his family to save his relatives', he clearly had the evidence of Mejojo's bad deeds, but he deliberately didn't say anything, laughing at the way she was jumping hard.

Mei Xueyi immediately shrank.

That's it.

No matter what the follow-up is, this is a storybook after all, and in case of danger, it is enough to push him into the bed.

She held on to her sore waist and thought about breaking the jar.

After the mysterious disappearance of Jinling Xiaoshiji, the guards continued to travel south, and all the way to less than 30 miles away from the capital of Jinling, they captured the last city.

This city is called the North City.

Beilincheng is the last line of defense in Jinling Kyoto, and winning the northern city is to choke Jinling's throat.

Wei Jinchao was in front of the army, and Mei Xueyi left the chariot. Under the protection of the guards, he arrived at the temporary residence specially prepared for King Wei and the Queen.

The north side of the city has a long history, and the stone city walls are slightly weathered. The bluestone pavement in the city has been trampled by the crowd, and people can almost be seen in some corners.

Along the way, you can see Jinling people in a hurry from time to time on the street.

Since Wei Jinchao invaded the Kingdom of Jinling, he disdain for killing people and robbing property, and his reputation has spread long ago. Everyone knows that this tyrant wants to beat Qin Ji, and as long as he doesn't block his way, he can live in peace.

The daring Jinling people don't even close the shop, they do the business of defending soldiers.

The little guard who was walking behind Mei Xueyi couldn't help but muttered and laughed: "Jinling people are really stubborn! If anyone dares to hit my house, I won't beat him to the point of shit!"

Mei Xueyi looked back at him. Seeing the young general's face full of greenness and the appearance of a fledgling calf, she couldn't help laughing: "The people know that King Wei is benevolent, so they surrender sincerely. Be kind to others!"

The little guard quickly lowered his head: "Yes!"

Mei Xueyi turned her head with a chuckle, stepped into the vermilion threshold of the temporary residence, and turned around the graphite landscape screen wall.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his nose was full of powdery fragrance.

I saw a man with a fat brain and an official appearance with a big oil belly, who was exhorting Yingyingyanyan who were gathered in the front court.

"All cheer me up and serve King Wei! Whoever can climb on the bed and win King Wei's heart will be rewarded heavily!"

Mei Xueyi raised her hand and stopped the guards behind her from speaking.

She stood lazily above the small stone steps, glancing coldly.

I saw a mix of good and bad women in the courtyard. Some of them looked like oiran willow heads collected from the brothel, some secretly wept reluctantly and looked like beautiful girls from ordinary people, and some wore women's buns, like Concubine in the backyard.

The fat official pointed at the women and continued: "Remember to show your ability to serve me, and make sure that King Wei is comfortable. Oh, this official gave all his treasures, and King Wei will definitely be grateful for this. Full of sincerity! There are those few who have not broken their bodies and are not willing to touch you, what they want is the freshness... From the inexperienced to the experienced, there will always be one who can win him, in exchange for my glory and wealth!"

The more you say it, the more unbearable it is.

A sneer appeared on Mei Xueyi's lips.

"Take it." Her voice was low, and it echoed coldly in the vestibule.

The guards swarmed up, and when the little calf guard passed by Mei Xueyi, he boldly muttered, "Be kind to others".

Mei Xueyi: "..." Isn't that what she just said? Look at what kind of people Wei Jinchao's subordinates are, it's crazy!

In the courtyard, the fat official was immediately pressed to his knees on the ground.

He shouted strangely: "I am the guard of Beilincheng, I betrayed General Weihu, and I opened the door for King Wei, who dares to touch me!"

Looking up, I saw Mei Xueyi looking at him with a smile.

The fat guard shuddered unconsciously, knowing that something was wrong.

The guard reprimanded: "In front of the Queen, don't be presumptuous!"

The guard fat trembled, sweating all over his head.

Mei Xueyi smiled lightly: "You should know that today's military disaster is due to the fact that Jinling Xiao Shijun covets this palace. This palace's monopoly is far superior to your majesty. Taking my husband is like killing my life."

As soon as these words came out, the women in the courtyard all knelt on the ground.

Someone cried out: "Mother, forgive me! I was forcibly kidnapped by Huang guarding, and he also injured my father! I don't want to serve King Wei, and I have no desire to compete for favor!"

Under her leadership, the women shouted their grievances, cried and complained, and shook off the evil deeds that the fat guard had done in the past.

"Okay," Mei Xueyi frowned, "Drag out and chop."

The fat guard turned pale in shock: "The Queen, you can't kill me! I opened the gate for King Wei, and I am an important minister! The harem is not allowed to do politics, this is the rule set by the ancestors!"

Mei Xueyi glanced at him and chuckled: "Bengong is a demon empress, a pet queen, and I'm following the rules, you're not sick."

She waved her hand, and the wolf-like guard immediately dragged the garrison away.

The woman in the courtyard shivered.

Mei Xueyi walked over: "Go back each other, just tell others what happened today, so that everyone will know what the fate of offering beautiful women to King Wei is."

All the beauties: "…"

Seeing them leave the courtyard one by one, Mei Xueyi raised the corners of her lips happily.

What virtue and virtue? The favored queen of the faint-hearted is to do whatever she wants.

Mei Xueyi took the initiative without authorization and beheaded Huang's guard.

Still a little apprehensive.

After all, the focus of one person below ten thousand people is still that 'one person'.

She sat alone in her newly furnished large and spacious bedroom, thinking for a while.

He got up, sat on the long couch beside the wooden window, raised his hand to mess with his temples, held his cheeks tenderly, and lowered his head to brew tears.

After holding it for a long time, my eyes were dry.

After all, he is a big devil who rolls in a sea of ​​corpses and blood like a commonplace meal. It is impossible to cry, and there is no way to cry when the sky falls.

She pursed her lips helplessly, picked up the celadon pot on the low table with hollow flowers, lifted the lid, and dipped her fingers with tea to wipe her eyes.

After wiping a few times, rubbing his eyes with his palms, he tossed himself until his eyes were red and 'tears' filled his eyelashes.

Footsteps were heard in the courtyard.

She quickly closed the teapot lid and pushed it far under the windowsill.

Looking up, the familiar slender figure has arrived under the corridor, ignoring his illness, but he is really a beautiful man with a jade tree facing the wind.

Seeing that he was about to pace into the house, Mei Xueyi hurriedly lowered her head, stroked her forehead, and sobbed softly.

His footsteps stopped obviously, and then he brought a gust of wind and came to her side.

A large hand with three-point caution landed on her shoulder.

"Queen?" The hoarse and low voice was a little nervous.

Mei Xueyi was simmering with emotions, and looked up at him pitifully: "Your Majesty..."

He lowered his eyes and stared at her tearful eyes, his brows twitching in an almost imperceptible arc.

"Who dares to make my queen sad? I want him to die."

Mei Xueyi pressed the corner of her mouth that she wanted to raise, turned around and rushed towards him, hugging his waist, and rubbing her face against his chest.

"Your Majesty, if I killed your courtier, will you be guilty? I didn't do it on purpose, it was him who provokes me and uses a beautiful woman to take you away from me, so I will act on impulse."

How pitiful her voice was.

A cold finger lifted her chin.

She didn't feel guilty, put on a look of grievance and sadness, and looked directly into his black eyes.

half an hour.

He coughed.

While coughing, he said, "I'm crying all over my face!"

Mei Xueyi was delighted in her heart, and her face became even more pitiful: "Will Your Majesty forgive me?"

"No." He stared at her.

Mei Xueyi's expression stiffened.

I saw that he finally couldn't hold back, and the corners of his lips twitched: "I don't blame you, why didn't I forgive you! It's just the queen, don't use tea next time, your face will turn yellow!"

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Whole body petrified.

He lowered his head and picked up the placket.

There was still some tea foam on the place where her face was arched.

Mei Xueyi: "..." This is the first time to do this kind of thing, after all, it is too young, and there are flaws everywhere.

Jun Jun picked her up happily and praised her happily: "That's it, don't be merciful to those who have ulterior motives!"

On this day, Jun Jun's mood was clearly visible to the naked eye.