Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

They lived in this small town for a month.

This is actually impossible for an emperor who manages everything every day.

Gu Ruojiao knew that it was all because of her.

He could see that she liked the place.

Although it is remote here, the folk customs are simple and honest.

There is not much intrigue, and the neighbors are happy and harmonious, and everyone is working hard for a new day.

But Mo Heng is the emperor after all, even if he misses another place, he still has to leave.

"It's okay, we'll be back one day."

He hugged her and made a promise.

Gu Ruojiao hugged him back.

——As long as I'm by your side, it's the same everywhere.

But on the way back, he suddenly picked up the pace.

Gu Ruojiao obviously sensed that the atmosphere was not right, but she just prepared silently.

The system appeared after a long absence.

System: It is King Guangyi.

Gu Ruojiao: Two-character king...

System: It was conferred by the first emperor, but in fact, it was the posthumous son of the late emperor who forcibly occupied his sister-in-law. Because he was worried that the scandal would be publicized, the then empress dowager let him confer the title.

Gu Ruojiao: ...That's why this king of Guangyi thinks that he should be the emperor.

System: About the same.

In the original plot, Mo Heng's tyranny caused dissatisfaction to some extent, and this King Guangyi was probably the leader they launched to rise up under the banner of justice.

They also often send people to assassinate Mo Heng.

This time when he came out to play, Mo Heng didn't bring too many guards with him, so he wanted to send her back to the palace as soon as possible.

However, those people came for Gu Ruojiao.

When the carriage passed the mountain path, several boulders suddenly rolled down the hillside.

The guard quickly held the horse, but the road ahead was blocked.

"Tyrant! Today we will take your dog's life!"

"Your Majesty!" The guard driving the carriage pulled out his sword with a 'shua'.

Mo Heng gently pressed a kiss on Gu Ruojiao's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, just wait here obediently, I'll be back soon."

--Ok!

Gu Ruojiao tightened her grip on the dagger that Mo Heng gave her earlier.

She watched Mo Heng lift the veil and go out.

The moment the heavy car curtain was lowered, an unreasonable uneasiness quickly enveloped her.

In the original plot, although Mo Heng was often assassinated, every time he would pass through safely, she knew he would not die.

But why did she feel so uneasy?

Gu Ruojiao suddenly pressed down on the position of her heart, as if doing so would dispel the panic in her heart.

The sound of weapons intersecting could be heard constantly from outside the car, and she could even hear the sound of sharp weapons piercing into flesh and blood. .seven

The heart was beating crazily, and the eardrums were bulging.

At this moment, the curtain of the car was lifted suddenly, and a strange person saw her with a ferocious and joyful expression on his face.

"This is the tyrant's woman!"

He jumped into the carriage and roughly dragged Gu Ruojiao.

She didn't say a word, because she was afraid that Mo Heng would be distracted by her screaming.

But when she was pulled by him, she saw the opportunity and slashed across his throat.

The dagger cut the iron like mud, and she tried her best again.

Blood gushed out from his neck immediately.

The man covered his neck in surprise, his eyes widened.

Maybe until he died, he didn't understand how such a petite girl killed him.

Gu Ruojiao coldly shook off the blood on the dagger, and kicked his body off the carriage with all her might.

But not long after, someone broke through Mo Heng's protective circle and came towards her.

Because of the corpse on the ground, the man was a little more vigilant.

As soon as I came in, I threw up a hand of ashes.

Gu Ruojiao had been prepared for a long time, although her eyes were not raised, she was still choked by the ashes.

The man took the opportunity to grab her.

Gu Ruojiao swung the dagger backhand, leaving deep scratches on his hand.

"Damn it!" The man clutched his bleeding arm, "The tyrant's people are indeed all the same."