Comprehensive film and television: Extreme reversal and inevitable death

The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.

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She was truly a rare beauty in the world. Even though her plump cheeks were stained with the paleness of sorrow and death, they were still incredibly beautiful.

Like a cherry with dewdrops on it.

She was like a camellia, which, when in full bloom, fell down into the dust.

The bright red pomegranate rolled to her feet and she picked it up with her jade-like hands.

"Actually, I don't like lychees."

This was the first sentence Chi Yining heard her say after he met her.

"The army and the people mutinied, Chang'an fell, and the emperor fled... Am I the only one who was wrong?"

"I served His Majesty as a daughter-in-law and became a noble concubine under the name of Taizhen. Am I also wrong?"

"A girl refuses to recognize her mother, a man refuses to recognize his wife, sisters quarrel with each other, and the government and the public criticize each other. Am I still wrong?"

She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking someone else.

However, she did not insist on getting an answer. After a long silence, she just sighed softly.

When Yang Yuhuan hanged herself at Mawei Posthouse, all the pomegranate flowers at the foot of Mount Li had withered.

"So, what is it that you want in your heart?"

"I... I don't want to die in such an embarrassing way... I don't want people to talk about me a thousand years later and still joke about my scandals..."

After a slight pause and a moment's contemplation, Yang Yuhuan finally raised her head slowly.

She looked towards the formless god, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

"I don't want to be Yang Guifei anymore! I... want to regain my rotten reputation! The Yang family rose because of me, and fell because of me. But I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore."

"So, the deal is done."

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In the Tang Dynasty, in the fifteenth year of Tianbao, on the evening of July 13, old trees were withered and black crows were cawing.

The fire flickered, the black armor was heavy, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure that was drifting leisurely in the night wind.

At this time, Li Longji, who was already 72 years old, looked at Yang Yuhuan who died sadly. His eyes flashed with anger at the loss of imperial power and being oppressed by his subjects, as well as a hint of indescribable relief and regret.

It was easier for his son. Even at this moment, his subjects did not have the courage to follow the example of their predecessors and simply kill him and establish a new emperor.

It's a pity that such a delicate beauty like Yang Yuhuan will from now on become dry bones in a tomb to be eaten by insects.

The crowd surrounded the old tree where Yang Yuhuan hanged herself and waited there for a full stick of incense.

They watched her struggle until she died of exhaustion, and only felt relieved when her hands and feet became completely limp and she was blown to and fro by the wind.

"The imperial concubine is dead, Crown Prince, Chen Xuanli, are you satisfied?"

As soon as Yang Yuhuan died, Li Longji became energetic again.

It was as if the death of a woman could take away all his sins.

He turned around, a shrewd look flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he regained the dignity of an emperor. The next step was to find someone to symbolically bear his anger.

Upon hearing this, the two masterminds of the mutiny, Chen Xuanli and Crown Prince Li Heng, could not help but look at each other, then knelt down and kowtowed, shouting "Long live the emperor".

"Your Majesty is wise! We, your subjects, swear to be loyal to you and to the Tang Dynasty until death!"

Li Longji, who was still quite complacent at the moment, did not know that his good son was already planning in his mind when to ascend the throne.

Just after a few people with their own ulterior motives pretended to be nice to each other, suddenly a loud wolf howl was heard, followed by one after another, and soon countless pairs of green wolf eyes appeared on the surrounding mountain roads.

Countless wolf howls echoed around Mawei Station.

Chen Xuanli was horrified and looked back suddenly, feeling a chill in his heart.

He just made a rough count and realized that there were no less than a hundred wolves surrounding them!

But what is even more frightening and puzzling is that one can faintly hear the howling of wolves coming from farther away - wild wolves of different species, big and small, are actually gathering here!

A wolf pack usually consists of no more than a few dozen wolves, and although they are cunning and strong, they will never take the initiative to provoke a large group of people gathered together.

Moreover, if two wolf packs meet, there will inevitably be a fight.

However, something strange happened tonight.

A dozen... no, maybe dozens of wolves actually gathered together peacefully, without fighting or grabbing, shouting threats loudly, and just trapped thousands of people here.

It was as if these wild wolves had received some inexplicable inspiration and came here on purpose!

Just when everyone began to panic involuntarily, a crisp sound of tearing cloth suddenly came from a place they had been ignoring.

"Tear-!"

Li Longji was the first one to react. He turned around suddenly and saw the long white silk breaking. The woman in the pomegranate skirt fell to the ground lightly like a boneless butterfly.

The sky was growing darker and darker, and on this moonless night, there was an eerie sound of countless wings flapping from the horizon.

One after another, the night crows flapped their wings and flew down, and then all landed on the old tree behind Yang Yuhuan.

"Ah-ah-"

The old trees grew black feathers, covered with mountain ash, and quietly watched the Tang army that had suddenly lost its voice.

A "crackling" sound was heard, which was the sound of bones twisting and rubbing against each other.

The dead woman stood up from the ground again. She twisted her damaged neck, and glaring red marks were embedded on her slender neck like jade.

Everyone's breathing stopped for a moment. They stared at Yang Yuhuan, who had suddenly resurrected from the dead, fearing that she would tear off her human skin in the next second, transform into a demon, and slaughter them all.

They were not afraid to fight with the enemy, but when faced with this lonely and even unarmed woman, they suddenly felt a sense of timidity in their hearts.

——It is because this woman is no longer a human being.

"...Jade, jade ring?"

The old and frail Li Longji looked at Yang Yuhuan in shock as she slowly opened her eyes, and struggled to squeeze out a question full of guilt from his throat.

"What should I do, Your Majesty? It seems that even God doesn't want me to die."

Her vocal cords were damaged, and her voice, which used to sound delicate, became more eerie after becoming a little hoarse.

"Since... since it is the will of heaven, I should... obey it."

Li Longji smiled stiffly and looked at Yang Yuhuan, who looked strange, with vigilance. His legs trembled unconsciously as he tried to hide behind Gao Lishi.

Her eyes passed over Li Longji, whose legs were trembling, and then fell on Li Heng and Chen Xuanli.

"Your Highness, Chen Qing, what about you? Do you... still want me to die?"

As she finished her words, the whole mountain fell silent, and all the wolf eyes and night crows with dim glowing lights looked towards the two people who were named.

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*Note: Prince Shou had a daughter whose biological mother is unknown.

In 01, a Tang Dynasty tomb was discovered in Sichuan. The owner of the tomb was a woman named Li Junting.

Experts speculate that she might be the daughter born to Yang Yuhuan and Prince Shou before she entered the palace.