The glory of the king Wang Zhaojun and the soul of the uncle

When my uncle was still an uncle, I often had the same dream.

The very long kind.

It started with a stormy night, and he wandered alone in the dark woods, in this place full of trees, while being washed by the rain, he was worried that thunder would strike him dead.

This scene has appeared many times, as if we often had dreams of being chased when we were young.

It's just that my uncle is not afraid every time he wakes up from a dream, and is even a little happy.

Uncle: Hey~

He doesn't know how he got this mood, he doesn't remember hehe.

Although the content of the dream is the same every time, there will always be a small change.

This is normal.

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So he didn't realize that this was actually a continuous dream.

(I don’t want to write the specific content of this dream... I’m not lazy!)

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Wang Zhaojun froze down one by one, and froze the line of soldiers under the tower, letting the tower destroy the soldiers on its own.

It's strange to say that he, a hero who uses ice, will be frozen by himself.

What's even more strange is that this is the first time I feel cold.

Wang Zhaojun took two steps back, wrapped his arms around the staff, and rubbed his hands secretly. Just when he wanted to take another breath, the nerve-wracking goddess Fan Buff finally reacted and forcibly stopped his movements.

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Wang Zhaojun: Does the buff need internet to take effect?

God: what do you want to do

Wang Zhaojun (in the shape of a broken can): I want to cut the network cable.

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He had no choice but to a, try his best to only a, thinking very worriedly—what if he wants to use a big move later and freezes himself to death?

Li Bai passed by from behind and hurriedly supervised, only to see Wang Zhaojun standing with a stick, with a sad face and downcast eyebrows.

The slightly pale (frozen) face has a touch of heart-wrenching fragility (bullied by the buff).

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she seems to be curled up slightly.

Li Bai clenched his long sword unconsciously - he hated the feeling of being unable to do anything.

I had no choice but to try my best to fade myself out of her sight, thinking that she must not want to see him very much.

Why, my heart hurts like a knife.

Anxious.

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Let’s just say that Wang Zhaojun saw Li Bai approaching on the small map, and he was overjoyed—he would find an excuse later, so he said that there was no blue, and then went back to the spring to soak in the warm water.

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Time slows down at this moment.

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Wang Zhaojun turned his head, turned his head...

The expression on his face hadn't changed from worry to joy yet.

turn around...turn around...

Li Bai is approaching... approaching!

it is good!

Li Bai turned his head quickly.

Li Bai quickly supervised.

Loading Wang Zhaojun's joyful emoji——

Li Bai quickly turned around.

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……

Li Bai has left.

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Wang Zhaojun: ——Come back soon~ I can’t bear it alone! Come back soon!! Life...

what the hell.

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Halfway through Li Bai's departure, he suddenly pursed his thin lips, turned around again, and went straight to Wang Zhaojun.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, there was something strange in the grass in the middle road, and it would be too dangerous for Wang Zhaojun to be there alone!

as predicted!

When he got there, Zhaojun had already frozen Hou Yi who was approaching her, and the enemies in the grass all showed up in order to drag Hou Yi out!

In order to defend the tower, Zhaojun opened his eyes wide and saw Houyi led by a dog, but she was approached by a group of people!

Li Bai was so anxious that he was swept up like a wind, and it was a big one.

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God (excitedly breaking the mic, knocking on the table, and spitting): Well done! In this match, Li Bai and Wang Zhaojun's back and forth echoes were very ingenious, and a four-game winning streak was achieved! It seems that this is the victory, not the xx team. belongs to!

amazing!

Awesome!

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After everything calmed down, Wang Zhaojun trembled - no, it was stopped by the buff.

But there is one thing that cannot be stopped no matter what.

Her pretty face turned pale, and she retched while facing the grass.

——Fortunately, I got up late in the morning and didn't eat breakfast, otherwise I might spit out some strange things...

When the nausea passed, he turned his head, and the people who were attracted by the team battle were already standing in a row, with an expression on his face that was indescribable.

From left to right are: Zhuge Liang, Li Bai, King Lanling, Bian Que.

(Don't ask me why I'm in this camp. By the way, Zhuge Liang belongs to the enemy, and he was deliberately late in the team battle just now.)

Bian Que looked here and there, resting his chin with his hands, and asked uncertainly, "Zhaojun... I'll give you a pulse pillow."

He thought of the broadcast of King's News, which was obtained through a special channel, his Bian Que's personal channel, and Bian Que knew everything except what Zhuang Zhou was dreaming every day.

As soon as the genius doctor gets started, he will know if there is one.

Bian Que brought it up in one breath, and was about to make a diagnosis—"Wait!"

Wang Zhaojun suddenly gave himself a reprieve.

Wang Zhaojun: "Couldn't it be chronic pharyngitis!"

The author has something to say: do things do things do things.

By the way, highlight again: this article is the first post on the post bar, the authors are me and me (the especially important thing is said four times), and the post bar will post it when it is almost moved here, the above.

☆、No.13

——Mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king and the king does not know it.

(I found that the "Jun" in this sentence has a pun~)

"The Wang family is the founding father of the country, why did the Holy One treat us like this!"

The beautiful girl is dressed in gorgeous clothes. The warm colors can't hide her frosty temperament, but instead support her more and more, making her independent like a flower on a high mountain.

General Wang looked at his beloved daughter, and felt bitter at the root of his tongue. He originally wanted to give Zhaojun a carefree life, but it is a pity that it cannot be realized now.

He has been a soldier all his life, even in the face of thousands of troops, he is not afraid, even if he is thousands of miles away, he can still take the head of the enemy leader with one blow.

All in all...

God is destined.

Without even a sigh, he said: "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister must die!"

The meritorious service is overwhelming, and the general's mansion collapsed because of a decree.

The [-]th generation of the Wang family was single-passed, and by the time Wang Zhaojun finally had only one daughter.

General Wang was not dissatisfied with anything, he just said it was God's will, and he had his own reasons.

"Zhaojun, you go now."

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Wang Zhaojun only remembered the pain in the back of his neck where the last memory stopped, his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious.

General Wang glanced at his daughter for the last time, then turned to the man standing aside as straight as a tree.

"Tattache..." Thousands of words, in the end, but: "Zhaojun, I will leave it to you."

Han Xin clenched his fists vigorously: "The last general will definitely live up to the general's high expectations!"

Even when adversity was imminent, that face still had a resolute expression. General Wang thought with joy in his bitterness, and he was relieved to hand over his beloved daughter to the most capable general under his command.

Originally, Han Xiaozi, whom he wanted to love, married Zhaojun of their family. He knew that the two of them secretly liked each other, but it was a pity that they were both wooden, and it would depend on their own luck when he was gone in the future.

"Hey, what can you say? It's about fleeing for your life, not going to the battlefield. The enemy's head is not something you can take... Anyway, go."

"go quickly."

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"Don't move."

"it is good"

"Don't look at it."

"it is good"

"No talking."

"..."

"Don't breathe."

"I'm afraid..."

"To shut up!"

Han Xin looked aggrievedly at Miss Wang who had just woken up two meters away.

She was in a fit of anger, and was about to enter the palace to seek justice from the emperor, but she was knocked out as soon as she went out, and she was already thousands of miles away from the imperial city when she woke up.

Wang Zhaojun knew whom he should not blame, and Han Xin was even more innocent, but he bowed down to hundreds of people and killed them all, and the general even implicated nine clans.

Hats off, it's rebellion.

"Han Xin, I hate you."

"I know."

—You don't know, you fool, you never knew.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"They're going to be executed publicly tomorrow, aren't they?"

Han Xin immediately knew what she was going to say, "No! It's too dangerous, you can't go!"

"Tattache!" Wang Zhaojun took a big stride and shortened the distance of two meters by himself. Instead of yelling like Han Xin imagined, his face softened all the time, and he put on a pleading expression: "Please!" !"

The unbreakable aloof face that has always been unbreakable suddenly showed the weakness that should be at this age, which caught people off guard.

"I won't make trouble, just be quiet, I just... want to see them off."

Wang Zhaojun's white hands grabbed his front shirt, as if pulling his heart.

"Let me send them off..."

Her head was lowered so low that Han Xin couldn't see her face, only something crystal and translucent falling out from time to time.

The iron-blooded man sighed, after all, he pressed the trembling head into his arms, and patted her on the back lightly, tenderly.

"I promise you."

The author has something to say: This story that looks like a side story is actually the dream of the uncle mentioned earlier. This dream will directly affect the choice of the uncle. Is it a foreshadowing?For now, it is okay to watch it as a side story.

☆、No.14

(It’s so long, feel free to make progress.)

It's crazy that it went so smoothly.

After finally leaving safely, Zhaojun softened after watching the beheading. Knowing that they would come back, a group of people had surrounded them, so I started (Han Xin) desperately (to help Wang Zhaojun) escape.

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"Do you prefer chronic pharyngitis?"

"I hope there's something wrong with the breakfast I had today."

"There is a problem."

"Great, thank you doctor!"

"Pregnant women eat everything they can't eat."

"..."

"Do you know whose child it is?"

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This issue is not simple, it is related to the dignity of men.

It means that the tadpoles of the three have fought for [-] rounds, and the winner was finally determined.

Gee tut.

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Wang Zhaojun: Could it be that I am the physique that hits the mark in the legend

God: It’s hard to say, you start with three shots, and if you are not careful, you will get six shots.

Wang Zhaojun (hides face in pain, can't bear to look directly): Shut up!

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"Does the genius doctor know who the child is?"

"of course."

Wang Zhaojun looked at him vaguely, and the other three also looked upright.

At this time, Bian Que was not in a hurry to tell the result, but first gave each of the three men a bottle of green potion that exuded a strange light.

"I'm afraid that after you hear the result..." (I couldn't help but hit me, so please dry this bottle of upgraded cartilage essence first) His face was rare and dignified.

Although the three of them felt that they were not so overwhelmed by the blow, but for the sake of Bian Que's thoughtfulness, they all poured the boss into their mouths.

Does it taste...like death.

For a moment, he seemed to see his dead relatives waving to him.

While they were trying to control their facial expressions, Bian Que called Cai Wenji again, lifted her from the chair, put her under the tower, put her down, and invited Wang Zhaojun to the chair.

"You drink this and sit down."

Wang Zhaojun looked at the bottle in his hand and tasted it. It was sweet, a bit like salt soda.

The color is also transparent, and there are small bubbles that keep popping out.

She held up the bottle and asked Bian Que curiously: "What is this?"

Bian Que looked at her strangely: "Salt soda."

"...Can't you drink it?"

Wang Zhaojun silently put down his hand, raised his head and took a mouthful.

This is, very embarrassing.

Screw you.

Everything is ready to work.

Bian Que: "The genes of the three people have been combined, so the child is of mixed blood."

"Pfft!" Wang Zhaojun spat out a mouthful of salt soda.

Bian Que, who was directly injured, calmly wiped the salt soda on his face, and said leisurely: "Don't even think about such nonsense, it is scientifically untenable."

You Gui Geng, you speak out of breath!?

Wang Zhaojun took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and signaled Bian Que to continue with a blank expression.

"Triplets..."

"puff--!"

"Of course that's impossible."

The Hidden Swords of King Lanling's hands rubbed against each other unstoppably, Zhuge Liang seemed to be waving his fan in a wrong position, and Li Bai's sword was frankly flashing coldly——Wang Zhaojun put down the soda, apparently not intending to continue drinking .

"Don't get excited, you have something to say!" Bian Que took a step back and gave Cai Wenji a wink at the tower.

Cai Wenji didn't respond to her eyes, and since she was lifted up and placed under the tower, she had already positioned herself as a standard rag doll—it would be even better if Wang Zhaojun was willing to hold her like a doll.

"Okay." Bian Que cleared his throat: "The child is..."

☆、No.15

"It belongs to Zhaojun."

nonsense!

As soon as this remark came out, almost everyone thought it was a useless remark.

But a few seconds later, the three of them immediately came back to their senses.

No matter who the child belongs to, it belongs to Wang Zhaojun.

As long as it belongs to Wang Zhaojun, there is no reason to give up!

At this time, Wang Zhaojun took a leisurely sip of the salt soda, and looked at the three people looking at Bian Que with "he is worthy of being an old driver" for no reason.

—Where is the cleverness of this sentence?

"You don't need to know." There was a touch of determination hidden in Wang Zhaojun's light tone.

"My child... I will raise it myself."

At this moment, Wang Zhaojun was sitting quietly on Cai Wenji's beard chair, with a calm expression on his face, as if he had made this decision a long time ago.

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Zhaojun glanced at the three men.

Very good, handsome, vigorous, with a good temperament, the type that uncle hates the most.

Although it is very exciting to sleep.

Sleeping together is more exciting.

The uncle in Wang Zhaojun's heart took a sip of his cigar and shook his head helplessly——uncle, what a sinful person.

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Wang Zhaojun: What should we do in this situation?

God: How do I say what you say.

Wang Zhaojun: OK.

then……

- don't need to know

——I raise the child by myself

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Wang Zhaojun: Are you sure there is nothing wrong with saying that?

God: Of course.

Wang Zhaojun (pointing to the three ecstasy lying bodies on the ground): Then why did they pass out?

God (shrugs)

Bian Que: ...cough.

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Today, the weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly.

Wang Zhaojun met Li Bai when he went out.

"Zhaojun."

Wang Zhaojun stopped to look at him.

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you at xxx. I have something to tell you."

Wang Zhaojun nodded subconsciously.

Li Baifeng also left.

She continued walking and met Zhuge Liang.

"Zhaojun."

Wang Zhaojun stopped to look at him.

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you at xxxx. I have something to tell you."

Wang Zhaojun nodded subconsciously.

Zhuge Liang left like the wind.

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Wang Zhaojun took back the steps he had taken, feeling that "things" were like a wild horse running wild in the setting sun with full beauty.

Going forward, there is a bad feeling.

--Um.go home.

She turned her head, but before she took a step, the one in front of her was King Lanling.

"Zhaojun." Nothing

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you at xx. I have something to tell you."

Wang Zhaojun nodded subconsciously.

Prince Lanling left like the wind.

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The air is serene.

A few seconds later, Wang Zhaojun slapped himself suddenly.

A loud pia sound broke the silence.

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Wang Zhaojun: This must be the legendary Shura Field.

God: Very good, it seems that you have discovered that there is no option not to go.

The author has something to say: stop me stop me stop me!