The Kunning Palace was in a mess.
The hanging white silk is fluttering in the wind.
Queen Zhang Yan stood quietly. She was tall and had slender legs. The waistband of the palace costume is like the dividing line between the upper body and hips and legs, revealing the perfect proportions of her long legs.
As she walked towards Bai Ling step by step, Zhang Yan's mind flashed through the past, including the draft, being number one in the country, becoming a queen respected by thousands of people, and then accompanying the emperor to his end step by step. Everything seemed like a dream.
With a sigh, Zhang Yan came to Bai Ling and was about to step on Bai Ling and commit suicide.
Qin Geng said: "Who is that? Before you die, please help me recognize my name."
Zhang Yan turned around and saw a handsome young man full of youthful spirit.
Why did this person appear in the palace?
Are you hallucinating?
"Before you die, help me recognize a word."
Qin Geng repeated it.
Looking at each other with his eyes, it was exactly what Murong Chong said, giving him a kind of holiness that made him feel ashamed.
Well, it’s not that mysterious. It’s just the “Guotai Minan” face that is often said on the Internet, but Zhang Yan’s is more beautiful.
She was almost dead, and she still couldn't read any words. Zhang Yan ignored it, hung her fair and slender neck on the white silk, kicked her foot, and hung it in the air.
The feeling of suffocation came quickly.
It's so uncomfortable.
Hurry up, hurry up and die.
Zhang Yan urged herself.
Suddenly, the white silk was broken, and Zhang Yan fell to the ground. The action of sitting down caused the hem of the palace dress to be tightened by the hips, and the arc of the hips was clearly visible.
After coughing violently for a while, Zhang Yan looked at Bai Ling again, her face flushed, and hesitated.
People who have never died don't know how uncomfortable strangulation is.
"I am an old immortal from Changbai. There is no problem in saving your life."
Qin Geng said.
Zhang Yan looked at Qin Geng in shock. This young man turned out to be the old immortal Changbai.
He is so old and still so young, no wonder he is called a land god.
As for whether the other party lied?
Zhang Yan believes not.
At this time, what's the point of pretending to be an old immortal from Changbai.
Qin Geng thought, and a picture of a hundred beasts appeared in front of Zhang Yan out of thin air.
Zhang Yan was surprised and said: "Isn't this the writing taught to me by the monk I met when I was a child?"
This time it was Qin Geng's turn to be surprised.
Monk? Could it be that he is a rootless monk?
"Immortal Disaster Picture"
Zhang Yan's red lips parted slightly and she said.
Qin Geng: "..."
It turned out to be called the Immortal Disaster Picture.
Qin Geng instantly understood that the so-called cultivation star turned into an ordinary star because of an immortal disaster.
At this moment, Qin Geng desperately wanted to leave here.
According to the routines of the novels I read in my previous life, fairy disasters can come at any time, and maybe they will come later.
Zhang Yan added: "I saw a similar picture to this from that monk. The monk said that the presence of such a picture means that the entrance may be there. As for what the entrance is, I don't know."
Qin Geng: "..."
In this way, the Dragon Cave under the palace may be the entrance to the world of immortality.
"Old Immortal, can you bring back the third prince and the fourth princess?"
Zhang Yan pleaded with her face.
Qin Geng said strangely: "They don't seem to be your children."
As far as he knew, Zhang Yan had no children.
"They were not born by me, but I brought them up."
Zhang Yan thought of something and said: "I can teach the old immortal to know this kind of writing. I heard the monk said that this is the writing of another world. The old immortal may need it in the future."
Qin Geng: "..."
It turns out that this kind of writing is the writing of the world of immortality.
Wait a minute, how does Monk Wugen know that this is a text from the world of immortality? Could it be that Monk Wugen comes from the world of immortality?
"Old immortal?"
Zhang Yan was about to kneel down to Qin Geng.
"A word is settled"
Qin Geng agreed immediately.
With his current level of cultivation, let alone saving two little brats and wiping out all the northern rebels, there would be no problem.
Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
If the old fairy from Changbai comes to the rescue, the child will definitely be saved.
Suddenly, screams sounded.
ah!
Another scream sounded.
Qin Geng glanced outside and saw that Hong Chengqian was wielding a big sword and chasing the concubine.
Like a complete lunatic.
Obviously, he did not want his concubine to be insulted by the peasant army that was about to enter the city.
Judging by the distance, we'll be here in five minutes.
"Let's go"
Zhang Yan said lightly.
Hong Chengqian doesn't like women.
She also has a cold temperament.
The two of them only see each other a few times a year, and their relationship is very ordinary.
Not to mention, the two had some unpleasant moments.
A few years ago, there was a period when Hong Chengqian went crazy for killing ministers. Zhang Yan came forward to persuade him. Hong Chengqian scolded Zhang Yan and almost destroyed her.
"Um"
Qin Geng nodded.
Taking Zhang Yan with her, she turned into a gust of wind and left the palace.
The two guessed wrong. Hong Chengqian did not come. After beheading more than a dozen concubines, he took a wine flask and walked and drank, staggering to Meishan and under the old crooked neck tree.
After drinking the last sip of wine, he threw it into the grass aside.
He took off his belt, wrapped it around the tree branch, and put it up around his neck.
All the past events flashed through my mind.
He starved his father to death in an attempt to revitalize Dafeng.
However, Dafeng had constant natural disasters and rebels everywhere. In the process of suppressing it, he became more and more suspicious and killed countless ministers.
Are you a fool?
No, I am not a fool.
The fault is not mine, but Dafeng, who is rotten from top to bottom, and God, who depends on the farmland for food.
"Perhaps I should have gone directly to join the rebels."
Hong Chengqian's last thought flashed through his mind and he bid farewell to this world.
The sun in the western sky gradually sets, as if announcing the fall of a dynasty.
"kill"
The shouts of killing came from far away. It was obvious that the leading troops of Li Hongji's rebel army had entered the city.
…
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the sky and the earth are golden, in an ordinary house in the capital.
Zhang Yan was wearing a Taoist robe and her hair was styled into a Taoist bun. She was sitting cross-legged on the futon, waiting anxiously.
Her plump buttocks were tightly attached to the futon, full of tension, which actually tightened the loose hem of the robe, outlining the perfect curvature of her buttocks and crotch.
She wondered for a moment whether the children had been killed by the rebel army, and for a moment she thought that there was a chaos of war outside, so Changbai Old Fairy might not be able to find them.
Suddenly, there was a childish call: "Mother"
Zhang Yan looked back and saw that her adopted son and daughter had been rescued.
She hugged the two of them happily.
The country is gone, the family is gone, and now she only has this little spiritual sustenance left.
After putting the two children to sleep.
Zhang Yan came to a very luxuriously decorated room, where Qin Geng was waiting.
Next, Zhang Yan teaches and Qin Geng learns.
A few days later.
The Daxi Emperor Li Hongji led his army into the city.
Not only did he politely let the ministers help, but his military discipline was also very good.
After all, to dominate the world is not to conquer the world.
Then, it was a slap in the face.
Li Hongji only received a few thousand taels of silver.
Worse than Hong Chengqian.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
Then, large-scale arrests began.
At the same time, Li Hongji also issued a target of 100,000 for the central hall, 70,000 or 53,000 for the imperial robes of the ministry, 53,000 for the Taoist department, 321,000 for the Imperial Academy, and thousands for the subordinates. .
