Chapter 548: Kill the emperor

Chapter 548 kills the emperor
"Reassure, Jingxing is taught by the palace, and will never lose to the east." The queen's chin was slightly lifted, and the eyebrows were full of pride.
"That's good." The gate is the heart of the capital, and there is no room for it. The palace is the most important thing for Xiliang. There must be no damage.
The purple woman meditates for a moment and looks up at the queen: "Mother, you will ascend as soon as possible!"
The Queen’s eyes glanced:
Why do you say this?
Xiliang’s Wenwu Baiguan, she has not fully conquered, and she is still not officially enthroned...
The purple woman’s eyes are sharp:
The East is away from the Qingjun side. In addition to the flag of the demon, the soldiers attacked the imperial city. There are many people outside the city. Because the most honorable of the Xiliang Kingdom is the emperor, his life has been Threat, the people will be pointing to him, even if the man who counts him is a queen, it is not acceptable to the world..."
"If the goddess becomes the emperor, the most honorable person in Xiliangguo, no one dares to rebel against you. If anyone dares to lead the troops so much, it is a rebellion."
The Queen’s eyes sank and did not speak: in the current court, one in four officials is not under her command. If she is forced to ascend the throne, there will be no small trouble...
"Xiliang is stubborn and stubborn. They won't recognize the Queen. Even if the goddess tries to win over them, they may not be able to return to the goddess. It is better to go directly to the base and become the 95th of the 10,000 people. Killing the power, forgive them and dare not say anything else..." The woman in the purple dress has a word, and there is a hidden flash in the bottom.
"I’m going to play it first, but it’s not bad.
The Queen’s eyes are cold and cold: It’s enough to take the military to attack the city. It’s enough to go through the East. She doesn’t want to go through the second time. The Xiliang Emperor is her sooner or later. When she went into the throne, she went to the base early...
Yang Xin Dian, the emperor was wearing a white coat, covered with a quilt sitting on the bed, leaning against a large pillow, his hand against his mouth, a severe cough, pale and bloodless.
The small waiters standing in the corner looked at the nose, nose and heart, and did not hear it.
The slightly closed palace door was suddenly pushed open, wearing a solemn robes, and the Queen's model wearing a nine-tailed phoenix came in, his lips swayed, his eyes narrowed, noble and proud.
The emperor looked at her coldly and coldly: "What are you doing?"
"Come on the emperor to write a few words." The Queen said not salty or not, put a bright yellow scroll in front of the emperor.
Looking at the five vivid characters of the 'Abandonment and Letting Book' written on it, the emperor's face was almost black and dripping out of the ink. He slammed the reel to the side, and the angry shouting penetrated the clouds and rang through the clouds: "I don't sign.

The Queen did not agree: "It doesn't matter if the emperor does not sign the word, this palace can be signed on behalf of the emperor!"
The queen leaned over and picked up the scroll, took the wolf next to it, wrote the name of the emperor three or two times, and threw the reel in front of the emperor: "Please mount the emperor!"
The signature on the reel imitates the vividness of the imitation, and the emperor looks at it, and the whole body sighs with anger: "Hey, you won’t cover the jade, you will never hand the Xiliang to your hand..."
"Is it?" The Queen smiled slightly and reached out to grab the emperor's hair. He pressed it into the basin next to him without any mercy. The water was not top, cold and icy...
The emperor struggled hard, waved his hand to the queen, splashed cold water, wet the emperor's quilt, clothes, and the queen's skirt was soaked in a large piece...
The emperor ignored it, and the emperor’s head was dead...
There is less and less air in the emperor's lungs, and the struggling movements are getting smaller and smaller, and getting smaller and smaller...
The queen Liu Mei picked and picked, grabbed the emperor's hair, raised him to the surface of the water, and looked at him condescendingly: "Imperial, how is it?"
The emperor's hair and cheeks were all covered with water, and they slid down the skin, and they looked like wolverines.
He coughed fiercely, looked at the queen coldly, and slammed his chill at the end: "You are killing you, you will not give Xiliang to you!"
The empress's face was gloomy and terrible, and the emperor's head was pressed into the basin: the stubborn man, who gave him a good life, and he did not appreciate it. He really didn't know how to live...
The emperor struggled fiercely, and the water splashed, but he could not get rid of the empress of the queen. The mind came to a dizzy, and the scenery in front of him gradually became blurred...
"Oh, don't you say that a couple is married for a day, how do I see a murderer? Look at her sinister means, and have no kindness with her husband, but a sea of ​​enmity." The sudden sound of the banter In the ear.
The empress's hand was so loose that the emperor took the opportunity to break off her restraint, softly fell on the bed, the hair was wet and answered, and most of the pillows were soaked, and the face was covered with water drops. Eyes, rapid breathing...
The Queen ignored him and looked up at the direction of the sound. He saw a man in red, lying on the beam, looking at her like a smile, wearing a ghost mask on his face, covering it. His true content...
"Will, this is their special way of loving love?" Qingling’s voice screamed, and Murong Xue, who was sitting not far from the man, opened his mouth.
Chu Yan disdain: "Who's love is for human life?"
"Maybe they are playing abuse?" Murong Xue has a speculation.
Chu Yan’s mouth was pumped:
So heavy?

"Aristocrats, wearing silk satin every day, eating the taste of mountains and seas, doing things step by step, dull and boring, naturally use some very means, looking for excitement, looking for freshness..." Murong Xue smiled.
Chu Yan nodded in understanding: "This is also true, but her husband is seriously ill, so playing, will he kill him?"
"It is possible." Murong Xue focused on the head.
Chu Yan exclaimed: "I have killed my husband, and her crimes are not big..."
"Look at her look, I don't care if my husband is alive or dead..." Murong Xue said leisurely.
Chu Yan’s heartache:
The two of them have known each other since childhood, and they have been married for more than ten years. There is no love or friendship. There is no friendship and friendship. There is no feeling of friendship. How can we feel so ruthless?

The Queen’s face was almost black and the ink was dripping out. The sharp eyes were like arrows, and the cold cold shot to Chu Yan, Murong Xue:
You two, is it enough?

Murong Xue smiled and looked at the Queen: "It’s almost the same, I don’t know what the enemies have to enlighten?"
"How did you come in?" The Queen said a word, her eyes were sharp: she arranged dozens of palace ladies, eunuchs, and guards outside the Yang Xin Temple. They did not even find out that these two people entered the Yang Xin Temple...
(End of this chapter)