Vol 2 Chapter 1021: Fan Wai 1: Lonely and General's Battle Cloak

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"General! General, are you there? General-"
"General, where are you? General, you say something!"
He pushed open the body of the corpse and slowly climbed out of the dead.
This winter of the 7th year of Dakang Chaotian is especially cold. It is only half a month away from the New Year. In the city of Chiyang, where the war is frequent, there is no smell of a lot of people celebrating.
In the canyon of the 30-mile road outside the city, it has just undergone a fierce fight. The countless bodies are discarded at random, and the broken knives are inserted, which is horrible.
The cold wind whistling, freezing the blood and snow into a stiff mass. The soldiers who came to look for it held the torches and struggled step by step, searching for the shadow of the person they were looking for in the corpses of the land.
Suddenly, when I saw the cockroaches in front, the soldiers were overjoyed and quickly ran to the medical officer: "General! Great, you are still alive!"
I couldn’t help but say that while he was dealing with the wound, he hurriedly called people to carry him on the stretcher. "Come, let’s go back to the city!"
I frowned and avoided the hand they had stretched out. I stood up on the ground: "I have nothing to go."
His body is full of blood, and there are countless stab wounds. If you change any mortal, this time, you have already died because of wound infection.
- But now, in this body, it is his soul.
Regardless of the soldiers worried and worried behind him, he patted the dust on the armor and strode forward to turn the horse.
Although there are many physical injuries, it does not affect the thinking of the brain. He quickly read the memory of this body.
This is a general who has just died in the battlefield, named Shen Shen.
This world is a mortal dynasty. The remnant of the aunt has become a little empress who has just succeeded for seven years, but this year is just over fifteen.
The early emperor went early, leaving only this one to pry out the princess. The prince of the ancestral prince did not put the empress in his eyes, and they struggled in the same place, but they all died clean.
When the minister of the Manchu Dynasty returned to God, only a princess was left in the royal family! Not to mention the emperor's grandson, even the Queen Mother is too embarrassed but also died in the struggle.
Although there have been no precedents for women to ascend the throne since ancient times, there is no other way for the ministers of the Manchu dynasty. Under the constraints of each other, the young princess can only be sent to the throne.
- This is a dangerous place where the wind and the wind are swaying, such as the tip of the knife, everywhere.
The Queen was young and young, and there was no parental care. Now she is struggling to survive in the struggle of the two eunuchs and the courtiers. As a prostitute, there is no qualification for freedom.
According to the habit of the Dakang Dynasty, the young emperor should be detained at the age of eighteen, but where can the and the courtier really let her contact the political affairs? Now the two sides have reached a consensus:
The empress should marry as soon as possible, give birth to the emperor as soon as possible, abdicate to the little prince who is still in the hustle, and then go to the cold palace or the palace, and fend for themselves.
After all, a teenage queen is far better than a baby!
The is the closest to the court and is the easiest group to start.
In order to achieve the goal, they will put some things in the Queen's wine at the Mid-Autumn Festival next fall, and let her drunk, and then put a few male waiters to the Queen's palace.
- As for the Queen's own wishes?
Who cares about the useless things!
The slap of the whip shell in his hand was shattered.
"A big dog gall -"
The soldier looked up in horror: "Will, general? What do you say, say..."
"I said," he snorted like a smoldering fire, flashing a gloomy cold light. "They dare to start with my people, and get tired!"