After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 309 My head hurts so much

In this world, except for the Emperor, who is the incarnation of a true dragon, everyone else is just an ordinary person, even if he, Zhou Wuxu, is the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Since we are ordinary people, how can we dare to compete with the real dragon? !

When they were both princes in the past, it was enough that Zhou Wuhuang's brilliance overshadowed him. Why did he inherit the throne now? Why was he now honored as the Ninth Five Supreme Being, and why did Zhou Wuhuang have to make him look like a mediocre person? ? !

Zhou Shuo hated Zhou Wuhuang to the extreme.

Yes, this half-brother had helped him a lot in the past, but in the final analysis, those help were just charity and favor from a high-ranking person, no different from showing favor to a beggar.

Zhou Wuyang used the gift of charity to look down on and abuse him, openly and secretly. He was deliberately hurting his self-esteem!
What kind of God of War is the Zhou Dynasty? People in the world have no idea what kind of disgusting and dirty soul he hides under his skin!
He said that he was "willing to guard the border and protect the country for the sake of his brother". Who knows if he was secretly preparing to rebel. Anyway, those generals were only convinced by him. Anyway, all the civil and military officials also regretted that the prince who succeeded the throne was not him. He wanted to rebel. , it’s just a matter of one sentence.

How can he allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? Zhou is alive and well, but he has trouble sleeping and eating.

The emperor's murderous intention is the sharpest sword in the world.

That night, Zhou Shuo had murderous intentions towards Zhou Wuhuang.

Even more than the people of Beiyan, he longed for Zhou Wuyao to die on the battlefield!
Later, Zhou Wuhuang finally died.

He personally ordered the execution.

On the day when Zhou Wuyang was beheaded by the Xuanhu River, countless people came to watch. They threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at him, called him a scum who brought disaster to the country and the people, and called him a beast who had abandoned his country. Because of him, the land of the sixteen northern states was lost one after another.

The unruly young god of war who used to wear bright clothes and angry horses has become a street rat that everyone despises.

And he sat lazily on the tower, hugging an expensive and thick fox fur cloak, holding an enamel-painted gold heater in his arms, admiring the grand scene from a distance.

Rong Yuelan knelt at his feet, tightly holding the train of his robe, begging him to re-investigate the Xuanke Temple murder case.

She cried every word, saying that Zhou Wuxu was wronged and there was no way he would do those unconscionable things.

He stared at her.

The girl who was regarded as a goddess in the past and did not dare to approach him now knelt humbly at his feet.

He caressed her hair with pity and kindly told her that the evidence of the Xuanke Temple murder case was conclusive and that no one could save Zhou Wuyang.

As the executioner raised his knife and dropped it, the blood-red color on the riverside was particularly bright.

He took Rong Yuelan into his arms, caressed her gently, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. At this moment, the dry well in his heart seemed to be filled with sweet rain.

That day, there was a heavy snowfall between heaven and earth.

That snow crushed many villages and towns, and froze thousands of miles of fertile fields, but that day was the happiest day in his life, even happier than when he inherited the throne.

He thought he could finally sit back and relax.

He ordered that historians not be allowed to record Zhou Wuhuang's illustrious military exploits, or even mention his name.

He thought his ears were finally clear.

However, Yu Minzheng, that ignorant creature, came all the way back from Western Xinjiang. He brought the war drum that Zhou Wuhuang had used before his death and crossed the river in white clothes to appeal to him, claiming that Zhou Wuhuang died unjustly!

He acted decisively and killed Yu Minzheng, but after 18 years, Yu Hehuan appeared again!

Both father and daughter have the same virtues and are equally annoying!Longqing Hall.

Under the huge palace lantern, Zhou Shuo's eyes were red as if they were dripping blood, and he stared at Yu Hehuan with a terrifying look, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

Murong Tao stroked the goat's beard gently: "This case has been closed a long time ago. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to bring it up for discussion again."

"What's wrong?" Wei Zi said, "Your Majesty is a wise man who loves the people as a son and will not let anyone die in vain. I must be reluctant to decide that King Bei and General Jade died in vain."

"Presumptuous!" Murong Tao reprimanded sternly, "Your Majesty, the daughter of a minister, can't figure out His Majesty's thoughts at will?! Is this how the Duke of Zhenguo educates his daughter?!"

Wei Zi tightened her hands in her sleeves, suppressed the rebellion in her heart, and said no more.

Wei Feishan knelt beside Xue Ziyu and almost hated Wei Zi to death.

Originally, their family was wealthy and prominent, and as long as they made no mistakes, they would be able to sit back and relax for the rest of their lives.

But since Wei Zi came back, everything has changed.

Not only was her legitimate daughter's identity threatened, but now the whole family is facing disaster. It has been so many years. I really don't understand why they would bring it up again to make His Majesty unhappy. Her father and grandmother are also confused, and the Xuanke Temple murder case concerns them. What's going on at home, why do you want to get involved? !

Does it matter whether someone else died unjustly? !

Just live your life well!
At this moment, Yu Hehuan held the roll of old cloth with red eyes, her spine still straight: "The evidence is here, but His Majesty refuses to accept it. May I ask why?"

The girl's shadow is reflected on the golden lotus-patterned floor tiles. Compared with the huge and majestic palace, the girl's shadow is so small and delicate, but her momentum is aggressive, as if she is trying to provoke the imperial power.

Zhou Shuo stood on the high imperial steps. His tall figure was elongated and deformed by the palace lanterns, winding down in front of the imperial steps. He was obviously the king and father who was supposed to protect the common people, but at this moment he looked like a weird giant that cannibalized people. beast.

They were facing each other, being stared at by countless pairs of eyes in the palace, and no one was willing to give in first.

At this moment, a chant came from outside the palace: "Concubine Rong has arrived——"

The palace door was pushed open by the palace ladies.

Rong Yuelan, who had been banned from the Moon Palace for 18 years, appeared in the eyes of the public for the first time in such a long time.

Zhou Shuo couldn't believe it: "Lan...Lan'er?! You...you are actually willing to come out?!"

Rong Yuelan bowed to Zhou Shuofu with great demeanor: "I, my concubine, pay your respects to Your Majesty."

Zhou Shuo's eyes were red, and he was about to personally come forward to help him, but Rong Yuelan continued: "I heard that there was another secret behind the Xuanke Temple murder case. I remembered that my father and brother were implicated in the case and died, so I begged Your Majesty to please take care of me for my sake. Let’s re-investigate this case thoroughly, and I will die without any regrets.”

The hall was silent.

Zhou Shuo's expression changed and his expression was complicated.

Her Lan'er wasn't for her father and brother, but she was clearly for Zhou Wuyou!

Even after so many years, she still has not forgotten that man!
Jealousy is like a weed, growing crazily in my heart.

I don't know how much time passed before Zhou Shuo closed his eyes and pretended to raise his hand to his forehead: "My head hurts so much... King Zhou Wu of Dingbei is still traumatized in my heart forever. I failed to teach my younger brother well after the death of the late emperor." , I am sorry for the late emperor. If he really died unjustly, I will definitely clear his name. Since you all want to re-examine the old case, then let the prime minister be responsible for this case. I have a headache, and you all have a feast on your own. Take the first step.”

(End of this chapter)