My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

After a few days, His Majesty collapsed.

The will has only two contents.The first one is to establish the Fourth Highness Zhong Xian as the new emperor, and the second one is to order Jiang Ya to guard his spirit for three days, and after three days he must drink dove wine to be buried with him.

He was determined to die and refused to let him go.

The will more or less passed through the hands of the female minister, and His Majesty's last wish also satisfied the female's hatred for Jiang Ya to a certain extent.Therefore, as soon as His Majesty passed away, Jiang Ya was arrested by a line of guards from the Tibetan Swallow Palace, and locked in the palace where His Majesty's coffin was parked. Bring him food, and put men at the door in case he escapes.

Can't wait to kill him to be buried with him, this is obviously to starve him to death.

The house was guarded by heavy soldiers, and there was only a coffin of His Majesty inside. The incense candles were faint, the mourning banners were hanging down, and the pale white outlined a gloomy and horrified atmosphere.

After three days, no one came to let him out.

As if he had been forgotten, only his cold body forced him to stay in this lifeless room. The frail Jiang Ya didn't know what happened outside, desperately beat the heavy door with all his strength, but couldn't get it. any response.

After an unknown amount of time, the blood on his face faded little by little, and his whole body was like a thin piece of paper, crumbling in the corner, about to melt silently into the shadow of the coffin on the ground.

In the long silence, there was a sudden creaking sound like a sudden thunder and tremor, Jiang Ya's consciousness suddenly tensed up, almost weeping with joy as if he had grasped the last straw, but his frail body only trembled slightly.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached him step by step, and a strong smell of blood spread rapidly.

Jiang Ya's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, his hair was pulled up forcefully, and he had to raise his head to face the smiling blood-soaked girl in front of him.

The delicate face splattered with a few drops of blood carried a strange evil spirit.

"Brother Yan, are you still alive?"

Seeing his haggard and thin face, the girl clicked her tongue in disgust, and pressed the spear tightly to Jiang Ya's side face.

The blood-soaked blade was sharp and cold, and Jiang Ya's eyes widened in an instant.

He could even feel the fresh blood on the spear/gun sliding down his cheeks, sticky, hot and humid.

The girl didn't seem to see his pale and frightened expression, and continued to whisper: "It's great that Brother Yan is not dead, I haven't had time to torture Brother Yan properly."

She tilted her head, her expression was innocent, but her tone was shuddering.

"Brother Yan didn't expect that I would come back alive, heck, the female minister didn't want me to come back alive, so I killed her."

The spear moved to Jiang Ya's lips, dark blood dripped on the pale lips, creating a horrifying beauty.

Jiang Ya shuddered suddenly, bent over and covered her mouth, as if she wanted to vomit out of the unbearable smell.

The girl's calloused hands caressed his delicate skin, rough and slow caressing, her smiling voice was wrapped in the death and violence that she was used to seeing on the battlefield.

"Brother Yan, don't be afraid, why is Xian'er willing to kill Brother Yan? Xian'er likes Brother Yan the most. Brother Yan will only cling to powerful people. Now that Xian'er is the real emperor, why doesn't Brother Yan smile at Xian'er Well, it’s like treating the empress, like treating a woman.”

Jiang Ya suddenly pushed her away, and retreated desperately, like avoiding a raging flood.

The girl grabbed his slender ankles violently, dragging the shivering man back bit by bit.

The flowery smile uttered hell-like stern words, like a wild ghost full of resentment that could eventually kill him.

"Brother Yan likes gold, silver and jewelry so much, I don't know how many can fit in my body. Xian'er came back from northern Xinjiang this time, and searched for a lot of foreign gadgets, wooden horses, gold rings, tattoos, let's try them all, shall we? good?"

She lowered her head obsessively and sniffed at the side of Jiang Ya's neck, and murmured: "Brother Yan...is still so fragrant."

Jiang Ya stared at her blankly, eyes full of fear, and timidly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Xianer, Xianer..."

"Shh."

Zhong Xian pressed against his lips, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan dares to speak again, Xian'er will chop off Brother Yan's tongue."

Jiang Ya froze.

Zhong Xian's fingers pressed his throat, as if sighing.

"It's enough to stay on the bed with such a nice voice."

On the day when the new emperor came to the throne, the female minister's blood was splashed in the palace for the crime of disrespect, and all her family members were copied and beheaded.When all the ministers were in panic, the new emperor changed all the civil and military officials, reorganized the court program, and enacted a new policy. His methods were harsh and decisive, which was completely different from the previous His Majesty's style.

After the implementation of the New Deal, Feng Kingdom showed a trend of prosperity day by day. Seeing this, the uneasy common people praised the strategy of the new emperor one after another, and even sang and sang praises.

The new emperor was not superstitious about the art of longevity. After ascending to the throne, he ordered the demolition of the Changsheng Palace that used to refine the longevity pills, imprisoned all the Taoists inside and killed them all.

Three years after the new emperor ascended the throne, the country is prosperous and the people are rich, the government is clear and bright, and the new emperor's reputation is widely spread.

In the meeting room, the new emperor was discussing important matters with his confidants.

An attendant gently opened the door, quickly stepped forward from one side, leaned over and whispered something in Xindi's ear.

After hearing this, the new emperor's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "I have important matters to deal with, we can discuss them another day."

The female courtiers looked at each other, and respectfully sent the new emperor out of the meeting room.

The new emperor strode towards the small garden deep in the palace. The lush forests in the past have not diminished, and even doubled the woodland. In the center of the small garden stands a gorgeous palace.

The small garden was banned, and only a deaf-mute old woman was responsible for delivering daily meals to the palace. The lonely palace seemed lonely and deserted in the quietness of deliberate isolation.

The new emperor pushed open the door and walked towards the bed in the hall.

The hands and feet of the young man on the bed were tied to the head of the bed in four directions by red silk, his eyes were closed tightly, his lower lip was bitten bloody, his abdomen was slightly bulging, and his two slender and straight legs were wide open, trembling uncontrollably.

His body is full of mottled scars, new and old, which outline a powerful painting on the white and tender skin.

The new emperor sat by the bed, lovingly brushing away the sweat-soaked long hair on the young man's forehead, with a gentle tone.

"Brother Yan, don't be afraid, Xian'er is here."

The young man turned a deaf ear, with an abnormal blush on his face, and his brows were furrowed, revealing a bit of fragility.

The new emperor probed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

"Sure enough, I have a fever again, Brother Yan, you can't stand it like this, how can this be good?"

She thought for a while, scratched the tip of the young man's nose, and said dotingly: "Brother Yan, after I untie it for you this time, if you try to escape again, I won't let you off lightly."

The young man didn't seem to hear, his eyelashes were wet.

The new emperor looked at him carefully for a while, then stretched out his hand to untie the silk on his hands and feet, then hugged him in his arms, and patted his bare back like holding a child.

"Brother Yan, be good, don't take the medicine this time, and go through it by yourself, okay?"

Jiang Ya leaned weakly in her arms, like a delicate puppet that lost its soul.

The new emperor patiently continued to coax him. Even when he saw the pitiful appearance of the young man curled up because of the pain, he was still indifferent. He just stuck to him with loving and cruel eyes, and hugged him tightly.

The next day, at the twilight of dawn, the new emperor came out of the small garden.

She thought for a while, and ordered the attendants beside her, her tone indifferent.

"Let the dumb slave watch him carefully, and if he can't eat, he will pour it in."

The servant responded with trepidation.

She looked back at a corner of the gray eaves exposed among the green and tender forest leaves, her eyes were full of bottomless coldness.