[Welcome to the twentieth world. 】

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Before the distant mountains swallowed the setting sun completely, the cold moon was already hanging on the top. In the night sky, the twilight will not fall, and the black clouds engulfed the crimson haze, like a faint ink ball, gradually soaking the rice paper.

The rays of the setting sun spread all over the sky, through the window edge, and fell on the delicate profile of the girl by the window.

The girl was expressionless, with a pair of dead fish eyes... No, the peach blossom eyes were staring into the distance blankly, obviously in a daze, and there was still a little bit of love in her expression.

This girl in a daze is Fu Yue.

So boring, I really want to go out to play, she is about to grow mushrooms...

Fu Yue has been in this world for three months, and the plot hasn't pushed a bit like death.

In the memory she received.

Originally called Qin Chu, she was the only daughter of Qin Zhuo, a salt transport ambassador from the south of the Yangtze River. She was an exquisite and fragile jade doll-like beauty. She was holy like an immortal, and she was beautiful and comfortable.

In layman's terms, it is a little fairy who does not eat fireworks.

The life of the original body is really simple.

This beauty died in the year of Jiqi, and the fragrance disappeared.

The original Qin Chu was summoned into the palace because of his beauty. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen the majesty a few times, but because he had offended the concubine Shu, who was in the palace, she was beaten into the cold palace.

Later, he was teased by the concubine of the harem. After three days and three nights of rain in the torrential rain, Qin Chu's thin and weak body, who had a high fever and no one was healed, was directly sobbing.

Hey, just die... it's very simple and aggrieved.

Qin Chu's wish was to live in peace, and it would be even better if he could not find his beloved in the palace.

But Qin Chu knew it was impossible.

Because today's Majesty is a terrifying and tyrannical king.

If she refuses to enter the palace or escape, what awaits her father is absolute Ling Chi's execution, and what awaits her will also be endless pursuit.

Therefore, Qin Chu only hopes to live well in this life.

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Today's His Majesty Ji Rong is an out-and-out tyrant, only in his early twenties, a young emperor, who should have been a glorious and splendid life, but this is really a lunatic.

This majesty likes to admire beauties, all kinds of beauties with different styles in the palace, but Ji Rong is not really a **** person, he should just... simply like beautiful things.

This majesty is often crazy again, and the weather is so uncertain that it is more irritable than the girls when they came to the aunt, and the fickleness has reached a certain level.

Yesterday he danced for him and received this compliment of the beauty. The next day, this majesty was not pleasing to the eye. When he waved his hand, people dragged down and killed the crying beauty.

Not only are the beauties in the harem, but the ministers in the past are also not pleasing to the eye and kill them. Blood splashing three feet on the golden palace is a common occurrence.

It was precisely because Ji Rong unscrupulously killed people and caused grievances from all over the world that the disaster of the country was destroyed.

Fu Yue hissed.

Smack your lips.

It was really the first time she encountered a character that was more ruthless than her.

When she was the empress, she felt that she was tyrannical enough. For the person who should be killed, she would rather kill three thousand by mistake than one.

But compared with Ji Rong, she was a trifling matter.

This guy is good or bad, as long as it touches his brow, he will kill.

[Digression]

Ji Rong is a true tyrant, black, not white

Pure fiction, watch for fun, don't be true!

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