[Three Kingdoms] I am the queen of the Great Wei Dynasty

After escaping with his life in Luoyang, which is like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, and returning to his hometown of Chenliu, the first thing Cao Cao did was to set up a list to recruit talents, and recruit righteous soldiers to defeat Dong Zhuo.

Then he married his mother's daughter Ding according to his father's order.

All the elders spoke earnestly, "Ah, you are already in your twenties, why don't you marry a wife and start a family?"

He was tired of it, and felt that it was no fun to linger among the flowers, red willows and green rouge, so he married the girl Ding who had been engaged since childhood, and brought him home.

"Xingyi soldiers save the common people. Someone will do it, why do you have to go through fire and water by yourself?" Seeing that his brows were tightly furrowed, Ding stretched out her hand to try to smooth him out.

He dodged it calmly, his pupils suddenly dimmed, and he sighed heavily from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

The woman in front of her still can't understand herself.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he glanced at her casually: "What do you think Madam?"

"Since Dong Zhuo uses you so much, you might as well bow yourself down to serve him, and make a fool of yourself. When the lords and their relatives rebel and leave, you can stand up and show your position. This is the best of both worlds."

After all, Ding is not her.

It is impossible for her to say the four words "virtual and deceitful".

Like him, she is fierce, fierce and brave, and will not do things that go against her original intention for the sake of interests and purposes. What's more, it is better to simply kill him than to let him bow down to serve as a director.

She will firmly support him in raising troops to attack Dong, even if he is reluctant to risk his life, but understands what is more important in his heart.

In his eyes, no other girl could compare to her.

But the person in her heart is not herself after all.

Although Mrs. Ding has the temperament of a big lady, she is still dignified and virtuous to the outside world. She is orderly and orderly, and never leaves anything to talk about. She is a good wife praised by the whole clan.

But he found that the words he carved on the case in the study room were quietly scratched off with a knife.

Later, he found a way in the pool of blood, and walked towards the light in the gap with difficulty. Stumbling all the way, he found a place where he temporarily lived in the troubled times, and also found Miss Bian whom he had always missed.

As he wished, there is nothing in this world that Cao Mengde can't get.He killed Lu Bu, defeated Yuan Shu, subdued the surrounding forces, large and small, and gradually became a powerful prince in the Central Plains.

He is busy with the war, and when he is free, he still loves to ring the chime bells in the Yuefu and sing poems for fun. He sings "Qing Qing Zi Jin You You Xin" to Guo Jia, the most trusted counselor, but for the sake of the king, he still ponders it to this day.

But for the sake of the king, I have been pondering it so far.

Guo Jia always smiled and nodded, saying that Sikong is good at poetry.

But those days, like bird feathers floating in the sky, are never seen again.

In Wancheng, he lost his beloved general and two relatives, and she was also a stranger to him from then on. The Ding family had a cold war with him all day long, and in a fit of anger, he wrote a divorce letter and drove the lady back to her natal home.

He knew that he could never be forgiven again, so he started drinking in the tent, and sent someone to call Guo Jijiu over as well.

After tipping over the wine glass, he quickly embraced Guo Jia's thin body, and buried his head deeply in the latter's shoulder socket. After a long time, it was wet there.

The young man noticed the abnormality of the protagonist, and unconsciously breathed a little lighter, but still remained silent without opening his mouth.

This is not the first time Cao Cao cried.

It was the first time that she had exposed her fragility to him in this way.

"Feng Xiao." He called suddenly in the silence, "I'm not a good lord, am I?"

"Duke Ming." Guo Jia raised his head in an instant, staring at him with clear eyes, "In Jia's heart, you are one in a million."

He raised the corner of his lips: "This question shouldn't be asked of you."

"We should be best friends for life." He looked seriously at the young man facing him, "Feng Xiao, I will entrust my son to you after being alone for a hundred years."

"Sikong is auspicious for thousands of years, don't take it as a lie."

He smiled knowingly.

Ji Li is another nickname for him, and the young man is not afraid of making taboos, and looks at him with a smile on his narrow eyes like fine wine.

At this time, a Taoist who claimed to have lived for a hundred years came to see him, saying that his surname was Zuo and his name was Ci, and he came to teach Sikong the art of becoming an immortal.

He has always been interested in this matter, looked at the old man in front of him a few times, and found that although his head was covered with white hair, his eyes still retained the sagacity and innocence of a child.

"What advice do you have, sir?"

"Sikong is full of desire for power now, just trust me, if you give up your glory and follow me to practice Taoism, you will definitely..."

He interrupted: "Are you Liu Bei's lobbyist?"

Zuo Ci didn't answer, just shook his head: "If you don't listen to me, you will regret it in the end."

After saying that, he drifted away, unable to catch up.

He told her about it, but she said, "The fairy is right."

Unconvinced, he took her to the highest mountain in Xudu and looked down. The dotted houses were like dust in the sky, and the prosperity was just like before the troubled times.

"If you let go of the secular world alone, who will keep the peace of these Li Shu? They live and work in peace and contentment now, how could it be that fake immortal who can get it with a few words?"

She shook her head and stopped talking, as if she had nothing to say.

Then they hugged happily on the top of the sun-drenched mountain, and then kissed, letting countless mottled flowers soak the ground under their feet.

I want to engrave breath into each other's bones, so that you will never forget me in your next life.she thinks.

"They all said you were violent and unprovoked, vicious and cunning."

He smiled, looking at her with dark eyes: "Then what do you think?"

She didn't smile, and her tone was a little calm: "I think so too. That's why I feel shameful."

"What shame?"

"Knowing that you are violent and unreasonable, and you will do anything for power, but you still love you."

He was silent.

Then he responded with an even more intense kiss.

She felt the warm liquid ooze from her lips, giving off a small fishy smell, perhaps it was bitten by his teeth.

The mountain wind is like a bird returning to its nest at night, bringing all the gloom that suddenly emerged to the bottom of my heart.

"Did you ever feel lonely in those dreams of yours?"

He was very obsessed with this question, but every time she just stood quietly in front of her without saying a word.

After Chibi was defeated, he never got Jing Xiang again.

When he returned, he heard that she had been murdered and was still lying unconscious in her bed.

"Have you seen the imperial physician?" Under the candlelight, he casually raised his head, rubbed the end of the bamboo slip with his fingers, and his tone was also lightly fluttering.

The maid fell on the ground, and said respectfully: "The imperial doctor said that Madam was frightened, and she had been concentrating on something before that, which is why she had a high fever."

"What's the use of you?" Slender eyes slanted, scaring the maid to back away.

"Slaves deserve to die."

"You should be damned." He turned his eyes slightly, "but she doesn't want you to die. I don't want to kill you, but I don't want to see you stay by her side again."

After three days, she opened her eyes, and the moment her blurry eyes touched him, she suddenly woke up.

"Are you back?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Why can't you just die like this?" He lowered his head bitterly, looking at her eyes like fragile porcelain.

The person on the couch pursed his lips tightly, was covered in sweat, and struggled weakly to breathe.

"The prime minister said so."

"It would be nice if you died. Gu Gu will mourn for you for three days at most, and then he can forget you completely. You live like this, and you suffer, but it makes Gu Gu suffer even more."

He didn't expect that she was really dead, and she was still in front of him, disappearing little by little, and then disappearing little by little.

She didn't even complain at all, she just said in the calmest tone that she hoped that Wei Guozuo would do what you wished.

Later Zuo Ci asked him what the prime minister's wish was.

He didn't even think about it, he laughed slowly, and replied casually: I want the whole world to be in my sleeve.

Zuo Ci also smiled back, stretched out his hand meaningfully to twirl his beard, and a light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes.

"Ci never expected that in the eyes of the prime minister, the world is more important than people's hearts."

So he still failed to get the world, holding a broken heart in his hand, all the old people went away with the wind, only he sat alone on his throne.

"You deserve it for not getting what you want."