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"Sheji?!" Xiao Fengming became even more angry, with a white and handsome face full of anger she had never seen before: "I said they were just doing it for their own selfishness! The princes are still young, and I started a party fight before I died! What if If I die one day, wouldn’t it be like the fate of Duke Huan of Qi in ancient times, five sons vying for the throne! After death, corpses grow out of corpses and no one can bury them!?”

These words were extremely heavy words, all the palace people below knelt down one after another, trembling. Nie Wushuang also stood aside with a restrained and solemn face.

Beside the dragon table, Xiao Fengming let out a long sigh and sat down with his forehead supported. Nie Wushuang waved the palace man away, stepped forward and rubbed his forehead, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, don't be angry. This kind of human heart is always like this, if it is beneficial, drive it away."

Xiao Fengming let out a sigh of relief, tiredness appeared between his brows. He shook her hand and said apologetically, "I'm not angry with you just now. All."

Seeing him regain his composure, Nie Wushuang smiled slightly: "The concubine knows."

If he hadn't been so sad and angry, he wouldn't be so angry. It seems that he is not willing to appoint a prince so quickly. I don't even want to see the courtiers attacking and abusing each other in order to fight for the crown prince. After reading the books of sages and sages one by one, the final confession was so unbearable. As an emperor, he was probably even more sad and disappointed.

"Wushuang..." Xiao Fengming hugged her slender waist and sat on the throne with her. Nie Wushuang snuggled into his arms, but felt the cold wind blowing from all around, it was really too cold to be high.

"Do you see what I saw on the throne?" He asked, his handsome brows and eyes were already deeply tired.

Nie Wushuang shook his head: "The concubine only feels cold."

"Cold, lonely. There are also pairs of eyes looking at me all the time. These eyes are full of desire for power. I need to check and balance them one by one, and restrain them carefully. To prevent too much power in their hands, Not for use." Xiao Fengming said, his voice was heavy.

Seeing his dejected expression, Nie Wushuang couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly: "Emperors have been like this since ancient times. Don't worry too much, Your Majesty."

Xiao Fengming smiled relievedly, shook her hand, and his clear voice echoed in the empty hall: "Wushuang, how lucky I am to have you by my side."

A warm feeling surged in Nie Wushuang's heart, and she leaned softly against his side.

...

Perhaps Xiao Fengming's fury spread in the imperial study quietly, and the fierce words and deeds of the officials gradually subsided. The controversy over the crown prince subsided a little in the court, but the empress and concubine Shu in the harem also disliked each other. The empress kept her face and made a move, and Concubine Shu was arrogant and aggressive in her speech. The two gradually became dirty in the harem, and even the concubines were hesitant to join one of the factions. Only then did Concubine Jing realize what had happened.

She pulled Nie Wushuang and said, "What's going on with the Queen and Concubine Shu now?"

Nie Wushuang said lightly: "The sky is about to change again. Concubine Jing just pretend she doesn't know anything. This is the one thing that really shouldn't be ignored."

Seeing that the new year is coming, the war with Qin has been temporarily stopped due to the heavy snowfall in Qin. But the formerly powerful Qin State is now at the end of its strength. The Qin State was originally a place of bitter cold, and its supplies were not abundant. After the protracted war, it had long been difficult to support it. Now Xiao Fengqing has conquered the city and swept the Qin land. He has always claimed to be a nation on horseback—the people of Qin felt the terrible shadow of subjugation. in mind.

In this bitter cold winter, seeing the army of Ying State approaching the capital of Qin State day by day, the Qin people only pray that the snow will be bigger, bigger...

The cold wind was blowing, the sky was full of wind and snow, although it was daytime, under the wind and snow all over the sky, the sky was extremely dark, and the handsome flag embroidered with a black tiger beside it was stretched by the wind. Wearing silver armor, Xiao Fengqing let his horse rein, looking at the high city wall in the heavy snow, his thin lips were already cracked by the wind and frost in the Qin land. He looked at Qin Jing standing in the wind and snow, a bloodthirsty smile bloomed on his chapped thin lips.

"Proceed with the order, and move forward ten miles!" He said to the orderly at the side.

"Yes!" The messenger quickly bowed and retreated, hoarsely conveying Xiao Fengqing's meaning to the army in the snowstorm.

After a while, someone came forward on a horse behind him. Because of the heavy wind and snow, the soldier's breath was messy. He stepped forward and bowed on the horse and said, "Your Highness, if you advance ten miles, you will be approaching the city of Qin Jing."

Xiao Fengqing nodded: "This king knows."

Approaching the city of Qin Jing was his original plan.

"But..." The soldier hesitated, but dared not speak.

"But what?!" Xiao Fengqing glanced at him, and coldness flashed across her deep eyes: "What? Are you dissatisfied with this king's order?"

"No, it's just that the soldiers are approaching the capital of Qin, and the Qin army's swords and crossbows are strong. The last general is afraid that our soldiers will be injured by stray arrows..." the soldier persuaded.

Xiao Fengqing smiled: "It doesn't matter."

Seeing that his face was full of indifference, the soldier couldn't help but retreat full of doubts.

When it was nearly evening, the 80,000 Yingguo elite soldiers approached the capital of Qin like a dark cloud. Qin soldiers on the city wall could almost see the wind and snow on the faces of Ying Guo soldiers not far from the city wall.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, the tense Qin Jun finally couldn't help pulling the crossbow and shooting at Yingguo's army. A soldier from the country of Ying fell off his horse unexpectedly. Xiao Fengqing, who reined in his horse and stood upright, had a panoramic view of this scene.

"Your Highness, retreat another 100 meters. If the Qin army fires rockets, in this weather, we will definitely," the soldiers on the side persuaded.

Xiao Fengqing gathered the black fox fur cloak around her body, the wind and snow all over the sky seemed to be getting tighter, and snowflakes were flying in the sky, hitting his jade-white and handsome face, snow-white complexion, and crow-colored black hair. wind

wild dance. White and black, he is like the most beautiful scenery in this desert-like world, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

He suddenly asked: "What day is it today?" The indifferent and irrelevant question stunned the surrounding soldiers.

"Yes...today is the first day of the twelfth lunar month." Someone replied in a low voice.

"Before the Chinese New Year, we must return to Beijing triumphantly!" He suddenly chuckled, and when he turned around, the sudden smile made the generals beside him feel like peach blossoms blooming in March, coquettish and breathtaking.

But the next moment, the words he uttered made people shudder: "Put the prisoners in front. Block the arrows. Every time a soldier of our country is shot, kill a prisoner."

*****Separation line for late update****

You won’t believe me when I tell you today, haha, a reporter from Business Daily came to interview Bing. Today, a certain ice cleaned the house for a whole day before I dared to receive other reporters. Guess what the interview was about? ——It’s not about interviewing Bing’s writing. Instead, I interviewed Bing about living in a high-rise building (Bing's residence is on the 32nd floor!). Ha ha……

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