I refuse this box lunch

Empress Ji is not a rematch in the book.There is almost no inkling on her in the plot line of the original text.Because all the focus is on the obsession and killing between the hero and heroine.

In fact, this is not in line with common sense.

Because Empress Ji combined many complicated and contradictory traits, it would be a pity if she didn't show up to play a boss-level character.

"So now that the logic has broken, how do we solve it?" The system clutched its small wallet, which was a little full. On the one hand, it felt that its host was wise, and on the other hand, it felt that he was a bit overbearing.

No matter how weak she is, she is still a queen.

Fu He followed a group of court ladies and eunuchs through the inner chamber of the palace without turning his eyes. His legs were numb, and he communicated with it expressionlessly: "How can I solve it? I'm a criminal. It's easy to get out of the palace. , wait for it to be used as medicine."

As soon as the system heard it, it became anxious immediately: "The male lead was taken away just now, and the queen Ji took the host into the palace on the back foot. He is definitely a villain."

This kind of analysis is still too superficial and one-sided.

But Fuhe still has enough self-consciousness to see the villain, lowering his eyebrows and being pleasing to the eye, respectful, doing what others do, trying to minimize his own sense of existence.

Across a gorgeous curtain, the woman sat gracefully, with an elegant demeanor, spoke softly, but did not lose her majesty:

"Look up and let me see you."

Fuhe: "..." It's not like I'm looking at the little daughter-in-law of any family, I just look up when I look up, just look at it.

In terms of appearance, his pair of soft eyes inherited from his mother should be the most brilliant, clear and sparkling, and he is not a loser among the surrounding beauties in palace costumes.

Empress Ji laughed, and praised: "What a handsome brother."

Fu Wo didn't think it was a pure compliment to him.

Sure enough, the next moment, the woman slammed the armor on the table, making a sharp stabbing sound.She said bitterly, "After the guilty minister, you don't want to repent and deceive my nephew, damn it!"

Gu Xincheng had a good sleep and had an extremely beautiful dream.The scene in the dream is vivid and fragrant, which is a field he has never touched.

Gu Xincheng has been abstinent for many years, not letting women get close to him, so that after waking up from the dream, he is still in a trance.

It just so happened that the commander of the imperial city garrison sent someone to discuss something important. With some unspeakable thoughts, he seemed to go to the appointment calmly, but the longer he sat in the Accord, the more restless he became.

"Master Gu, what do you think should be done?" Tan Xi, the commander of the garrison, has a chubby white face, a blessed appearance, but he is always frowning, and when he encounters a trivial matter, he has to find someone Have a long talk.

"Those little brats under my hands are too careless and cause trouble all day long. As an introducer, I am so annoyed every day that all my hair is about to fall out. Let this one clean up the mess today, and wipe that one's ass tomorrow. What? The commander of the capital's garrison that everyone envies, has a bright face and a lot of oil and water, so if I put it here, it's a fart!"

Tan Yuan had a big belly, his fat was twitching, he ate and drank vigorously in the first half of the banquet, and vomited bitterness in the second half.

Bing Youzi likes to spit out dirty words and swear words, and Gu Xincheng listened patiently for a long while, and it was the real annoyance.

Even though this fat man's status is important, such a mother-in-law is useless.

He was so entangled that he was perfunctory and ruthless even when he spoke: "If the commander is punished, it's just a reduction in salary. For you, it will neither hurt your muscles nor move your bones."

Tan Yuan was stunned, and when Mung Dou's small eyes glanced out quietly, he suddenly grinned and said with a smile: "Look at me! As soon as I gossip, I won't stop talking, delaying Mr. Gu's business. You have too many things to do. How can I spend all day idle like this general."

Every day, Gu Xincheng listened to a bunch of flattering words from a group of people, no matter whether they were junior or higher than him in official position, they had to give them three points of courtesy.So he nodded and said goodbye.

On the way back, for some reason, thinking of Tan Yuan's various behaviors during the banquet, the closer he got to the mansion, the more disturbed he became.

The Qu family's father and daughter are busy rehabilitating recently, Fu Lanyu accompanied them, but coincidentally, Duan Fuhe was not there.

All the way into the mansion, when the servants were questioned, they all looked away and trembled.Gu Xincheng's eyes were full of frost, and he picked up a manager at random, only to hear him slurring upside down words in his mouth.

The little girl who had stayed in the Fuhe Courtyard to wait was tied up with a rope and thrown into the firewood shed. As soon as the cloth stuffed in her mouth was taken out, she cried out in tears: "Mr. Duan was taken away by the people in the palace! "

Gu Xincheng glanced at the servants who were kneeling on the ground in the mansion, and instead of being angry, he smiled, with a hint of madness: "I didn't know that everyone in Gu's mansion is now given other surnames."

The sharp sword pointed at the neck of a guard in gray, and the man asked coldly, "Let me guess, is your surname Ji or Xue?"

Xue is Dafan's current national surname.

The guard was bleeding all over his neck, lowered his head in panic, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Looking at the empty side yard, at that moment, Gu Xincheng really had a strong desire to kill.

Fuhe felt that he was promising.This time, instead of going to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he was directly locked in the secret prison of the imperial palace.

The environment is darker and colder than before, reaching the point where you can't see your fingers.But it was also more spacious. He took a few steps out in one direction without touching the wall.

There was no sound of people around, and it was so quiet that Fuhe could hear his own heartbeat.

The system reminded him: "In the entire dungeon, only the host is imprisoned."

Hey, it's still a single building, exclusive to the Supreme.

"What do you want to do?" Fowle simply stopped, sat cross-legged on the spot, propped his chin, "Say I deserve to die, but don't kill me."

The system guessed: "It should be because the host still has value to use."

Fuhe's words were not surprising: "Worth it? Keep me and continue to harm her nephew?"

system:"………"

Originally, it had selectively forgotten the last sentence that Queen Ji said, and forced itself to comfort itself that there was absolutely no such thing.

But this time, it seems that I can't make it through.

So, after thinking and thinking, hesitating and hesitating, for the sake of senior evaluation, for friendship and cooperation, and for promotion and salary increase, the system boldly asked, "Do you, the host, really mean that? Haha. "

The word "haha" is almost full of fear.

The deadly silence lingered and filled this confined space for a long time.

Finally, it was broken by a sigh.

The system will understand, misunderstanding, all misunderstandings.It thinks too much, definitely thinks too much.

But at the next moment, the boy smiled softly, seeming very happy.The tone is standard and the words are clear:

"I just want to harm him, what's wrong?"