Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

Fifth prince?
Don't tell her that she was locked up here because she killed the Fifth Prince?

The crown prince and the fifth prince are enemies!

"You don't need to know that much, it's just killing people."

After saying that, Liang Song whipped the whip towards Bai Lixin.

In the 25th year of Yuanjia, the general of the Western Territory returned to Beijing. At that time, it had been five years since Song Yuan ascended the throne.

During the five years of Song Yuan's reign, the country was peaceful and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. The only fly in the ointment was that the emperor's harem was vacant. On the contrary, the young son of the Shen family was very close to the emperor, and even often lived in the palace.

The ministers had to wonder whether His Majesty had a habit of cutting off his sleeves, but due to Song Yuan's reputation, he dared not say anything, and he dared not even offer a few words of advice.

Golden Palace.

Song Yuangao sat in the first place, watching the man in armor below raised his hand: "General Song, you have worked hard, this time you can rest assured to rest in the imperial capital for a few months when you come back."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Zeqian cupped his hands, raised his head to look at the aloof emperor and felt grateful.

He didn't expect that one day he would be able to stand upright in the temple, holding a hundred thousand elite soldiers in his hands, all of which were given to him by His Highness the Crown Prince.

"I haven't been out of the palace for a long time, is General Song free to accompany me for a walk?"

"Naturally, Your Majesty."

Song Zeqian responded, saw Song Yuan raised his hand, and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Just like many years ago, one of them is the prince and the other is the bodyguard.

"Where does Your Majesty want to go?"

"Qingling Temple, I haven't been there for a long time."

"it is good."

"Call the fifteen and them."

"Ah."

"Your Majesty, I'm going too!"

Shen Mochi hid aside and fiddled with the gadgets that Song Zeqian had brought back. Seeing that the two were about to leave, he quickly put down his things and chased after them.

Ching Ling Temple.

Now that the mountains and rivers are perfect, and Song Yuan has no heirs, it is rare for the imperial capital to be free from those open and secret fights.

Behind Qingling Temple is an endless peach forest, the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Song Yuan walked in the front, Shen Mochi took the pancakes he bought at the side of the road and gnawed earnestly, Song Zeqian walked behind on the right.

There is a long path in Taolin, and at the end of the path is a lonely bridge. There is no road across the bridge, but there is a conspicuous lonely grave.

The Lonely Soul didn't have any gorgeous decorations, but simply stood a wooden sign with the words "Tomb of Shadow One" simply engraved on it.

Song Yuan and Song Zeqian walked to the lonely grave and stopped, neither of them spoke.

Sensing that something was wrong, Shen Mochi quickly stuffed the pancake into his mouth, grabbed Song Yuan's sleeve and stood aside, not daring to disturb him.

As the breeze blew, the peach blossoms all over the tree fluttered and fell one after another, falling on the shoulders and hair tips of people, and falling on the lonely grave.

"Your Majesty, I remember you buried a lot of peach blossom wine before, how about we bring a jar for elder brother next time?" Eldest brother, he likes to drink the peach blossom wine brewed by Xiao Shiba the most.

"Your Majesty didn't bring it, we brought it today." A familiar voice sounded.

Song Yuan and Song Zeqian turned around, and saw Liang Song raising several wine jars in his hands, followed by a dozen young men and women, except for Seventeen, Thirteen and Fifteen who often appeared beside Song Yuan, the remaining ten Several people are important figures in the court.

There are imperial envoys from Yushitai, ministers of the Ministry of punishment, ministers of the Ministry of rites, and even Qin Huai, the general of Zhenguo, and Yin Li, the national teacher.

It's no wonder that the villain of this plane can strategize and play with people in the applause. The people who can speak in this emotional state are all her people.

"Your Highness, it may be a long time since we got together like this." Qin Huai took the wine in Liang Song's hand and handed it to Song Yuan, "If the eldest brother is still here, he will definitely be very happy to see today's little Shiba."

"Everyone fought for everything today." Song Yuan took the wine jar, pulled out the cork, and poured the wine in front of the lonely grave.

"Your Majesty is wise and mighty." The national teacher Yin Li lifted his clothes and knelt down, kneeling towards Song Yuan and also towards the lonely grave, "Your Majesty is more willing to choose us back then, otherwise we would be nothing more than mass graves Lonely ghost."

Being able to get out of the death camp back then was impossible without the help of the little eighteen princes. Although they did not die in the fight, they were eliminated dark guards, and all eliminated dark guards would be given to death. Ask them to be shadow guards.

"Thank you for your kindness! We will always follow your majesty!"

"Subordinates will always follow His Majesty!"

The wind blew past, brushing Song Yuan's clothes and hair, she looked away from the shadow guards who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the delicate and beautiful peach blossoms in the distance, and said a word lightly: "Okay."

Back then, in order to live, she never thought about asking anyone to thank her. Everything was just to gain a foothold in the deep palace. Everything she held tightly in her hands, whether it was a shadow guard or an object, was nothing more than a sharp knife in her hand. blade.

At that time, Song Yuan had no heart, his heart was full of calculations, and his instinct to survive.

"Host, before you leave this world, as long as you kill the villain, Ren Jiu is considered to have completed the task." 113's voice suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Mochi snorted softly and held Song Yuan's hand tightly: "You can control whether I do the task or not. How can such a poor villain bully her."

"She is pitiful? She is pitiful with the imperial power in her hands?" 113 almost lost his temper. In the last world, it was fine if he didn't do the task, but in this world, he was full of sympathy for the villain.
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death camp.

The dark and oppressive iron cage was opened, and a child in brocade clothes was thrown in, causing the children in tattered clothes to look sideways.

The little Song Yuan slowly got up from the ground, squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly and lowered his head, so that people couldn't see his face clearly.

And before Song Yuan stayed in the cage for half an hour, someone lifted her out and stuffed a short knife into her hand.

"Kill him, or be killed by him, you choose." The man who handed her the dagger said.

Song Yuan glanced at the boy who was younger than her on the opposite side, and then turned her head to look at Emperor Dayuan who was watching a play in the distance. She gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes, rushed forward and plunged the knife into the frightened child. middle.

Kill him, or she will die.

If, in the final fight of the death camp, only one person can survive, instead of killing thirty people, then she will kill the next seventeen shadow guards without hesitation.

"call……"

Under the bright yellow mosquito net, Song Yuan stood up abruptly.

It has been a long time since she dreamed of being a child. After more than ten years of planning, she had no time to recall the past. Instead, after becoming an emperor, she always dreamed frequently.

Raising her hand to press the center of her eyebrows firmly, she glanced at Shen Mochi who was lying on the small couch outside, before she lay down on the bed again.

After it was all over, he suddenly lost his goal.
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In the 47th year of Yuanjia, Song Yuan, Emperor Yongming of the Dayuan Dynasty, died at the age of 46.

Emperor Yongming's reign, the world is prosperous and smooth, is the unprecedented prosperity of the Dayuan Dynasty.
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In the thick darkness.

Ups and downs in the ever-changing void.

In a floating crystal coffin, lay a god whose face could not be seen clearly. As the golden streamer from beyond the abyss seeped into her body, her slender and white hands trembled beside her.

After the streamer disappeared, the crystal coffin was engulfed by darkness again, and no corner could be seen anymore.

Everything seems to have never happened, and this is still the place of nothingness where nothing can stay.