The crown prince's favorite girl, she found another good match

Chapter 211 Extra Story 【Two in One】

There was an ice cellar underneath. When it was opened, wisps of white smoke came out, and the air-conditioning lingered around him. When he walked in it dressed in white, he looked as harmonious as a picture scroll.

This place is not big, there is an ice coffin inside, cabinets are embedded in the surrounding walls, and many of the gadgets she loves to use are placed on top.

Rouge, clothes and jewelry, rare treasures.

Inside the ice coffin was her body, which was surrounded by incense and was extremely well preserved. Her body showed no trace of corruption and was still white and attractive.

There was rouge on her cheeks, and she looked like she was just asleep.

He opened the ice coffin, stared at her for a long time, then carefully took her little hand, put it against his face and said, "Jiajia, I'm sorry, I haven't seen you for two days because of some things recently."

"I found your murderer, are you happy?"

His big hand passed through her arm, and finally intertwined with her hand, sticking together tightly.

His head was buried in her chest, and he murmured: "The peach blossoms are blooming again, Jiajia, I'll stand up and watch with you."

His clothes quickly became wet. This was the second time she saw him cry.

His scarlet eyes stared at her face greedily, scanning every place carefully. He clung to her like a catkin with nowhere to rely on: "Jiajia, how do you want to punish them?"

"What do you think... about Lingchi's execution? Would you like it?"

"Ok?"

He rubbed her jade-white skin with his hands nostalgically, and talked a lot.

There are those in the court, and there are also his own.

When he was about to leave, he saw that her skirts were wet, so he chose one from the wall next to her, and took off the original clothes for her.

Her clothes were taken off, and his fingers brushed her lifeless skin, holy and without a trace of eroticism, like a devout believer.

"Jiajia, the palace has recently supplied two batches of ice silk, which is your favorite color. I have people make new skirts and bring them to you when I come next time, okay?"

He knew the man in front of him would never respond to him.

So he paused, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, saying softly: "Jiajia, I'm leaving. I'll see you again tomorrow."

Li Baojia stood beside him blankly, watching this scene.

Although this was a dream, there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her that it was real.

She unconsciously followed him out of here and watched him execute everyone in the Zhou family in bloody and cruel ways.

Zhou Ji Nanyuan was in the north and vowed never to return to Beijing.

He ascended the throne and became emperor. Such a person who loved to laugh never showed a smile again.

Everyone in his harem has been dismissed, and they seem to lose interest in everything.

He seemed to be sick.

She saw that when he was ill, his eyes were bloodshot and turned scarlet, the veins on his face burst out, and he would vomit blood when it was serious.

Li Baojia was frightened and cried beside her. She kept trying to get closer to him, hugging his waist again and again: "Zhao Yi—Zhao Yi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me—"

She passed through his body as easily as a soul.

He was like a mindless killing machine, and she could only watch helplessly as one person after another died under his hands and was carried out.

Gradually, the matter continued to be discussed in the court, and rumors spread that the current king was the reincarnation of a monster.

When he was awake, he was a wise king, reducing taxes, dividing fields, suppressing aristocratic families, appointing people on their merits, and making decisive decisions, allowing countless people to have homes to return to and stabilize the country.

When he was sick, he would lock himself in the temple and not allow others to approach.

Unable to kill, he tortured himself, stabbing him one after another, as if to atone for his sins.

His arms and thighs were torn apart, and he couldn't stop until his blood flowed through the temple and twisted into a stream, and he lost his strength.

At this time, Li Baojia always sat silently next to him and watched over him. She didn't know what else she could do.

His throne became more and more stable, but he clearly knew that he was no longer suitable for this position, so he adopted the crown prince early in the clan.

As the years passed, Zhao Yi became more and more taciturn. He went to the library more and more often, and sometimes he didn't even visit her.

She didn't know what she was going to do.

Until she suddenly moved her ice coffin out, Taoist priests came into the palace one after another, and all kinds of things she had never seen were brought in.

The Taoist priests stayed in the palace and drew a blood formation in the palace that no one could understand. Zhao Yi no longer stayed in the palace and began to fight everywhere.

From the south to the north, the people were devastated and blood flowed like rivers.The people on the border were in dire straits, the Great Zhao was in dire straits, and the territory was constantly expanding. They relied on war to support war, and they would be numberless if they were slaughtered by his sword.

She didn't know what he was doing until Meng Shen came over.

Meng Shen was wearing a cassock. He walked straight into the military camp, looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Your Majesty, stop."

Zhao Yi sneered. He was fighting everywhere, and the smell of blood on his body was so strong that people dared not look directly at him. The blood stains on his shirt have not yet been wiped clean.

He casually put his long legs on the table in front of him: "Why do you stop?"

Meng Shen clasped his hands and closed his eyes and said to Amitabha: "Your Majesty is the emperor star who came to the world, and he should protect the people of the world. I looked at the sky and saw a great vision. You want to use the blood of tens of millions of people to sacrifice the evil array. This If you are not following the right path, you will eventually suffer backlash..."

Zhao Yi took off his shirt, threw it back casually, put on his middle coat and leaned against the tiger-skin-covered main chair, with his long hair flowing freely, the corners of his eyes lowered, the tails of his eyes flying, and his eyes with big slits and clear pupils. It is clear that the thick eyelashes are pressed down, and they are very sinister, like ghosts: "Does that mean it is effective?"

He rarely smiled: "That's very good. I like the news you brought me very much."

He grinned and asked, "When will I be able to retaliate?"

This question made Meng Shen fall silent. After a long time, he said: "Your Majesty should know that in a human blood sacrifice, the last person to be sacrificed is yourself."

"Besides, so what if you succeed? Your horoscope is badly damaged, and I'm afraid you won't be able to have a good result. In the end, you'll just die and your soul will be scattered. Why should you?"

Li Baojia finally understood. Her throat was dry and she gently stroked his brow with her hand: "Zhao Yi...don't be like this, don't..."

Zhao Yi raised his hand and drank a glass of wine. He played with the wine bottle with his slender fingers and the strong wine went into his throat. He said indifferently: "Whether you are dead or not, I owe her this."

Meng Shen finally let out a long sigh, and before leaving, he said: "Your Majesty's illness is serious, if you calm down and don't ask about everything, it will be relieved."

"If you have time, come to the temple to play chess with the old monk."

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A few years later, the weather changed drastically. Natural disasters continued that year, people were in dire straits, and corpses lay all over the streets. Even the capital was not spared.

The people on the street were so disheveled that they wanted to find the living among the corpses, and the people moaned and felt miserable.

It was raining heavily that day, and the entire Kyoto was shrouded in a curtain of rain. Zhao Yi, dressed in white, stood in the center of the blood array, next to Li Baojia's ice coffin. After more than ten years, she was still as beautiful as before, but he was already old.

If you look closely, he is only in his early thirties now, but he is very old and has white hair on his temples.

Time did not love him, and neither did the world.

He took the dagger and stabbed his wrist hard. The tendons were severed by the knife, and blood spurted out almost instantly, leaving behind the heavy rain on the huge blood formation at his feet.

He knelt on one knee in the center of the formation, waiting little by little for all his blood to drain out.

When he dies, all this will come to an end. Jozhao's territory has become so large that it covers all the borders, and the court has taken care of everything.

When the new emperor succeeds to the throne, the country and the people will soon be in peace, the sea, rivers and rivers will be clear, and the world will be restored to a bright future.

And he was about to disappear between heaven and earth. He looked at her ice coffin. When he was dying, he vaguely traced her eyebrows and said: "Jiajia, I miss you so much."

The emperor who has been praised and criticized by the world for a long time died in this remote courtyard of the palace. He was declared to have died of illness. In the same year, the new emperor ascended the throne, ushering in the first peaceful and prosperous era in the Zhao Dynasty for decades.

Everyone cheered and Li Baojia couldn't help crying beside his imperial mausoleum. Her soul was leaning against him and nestled in his arms.

She knew that her dream was over.

It's time to wake up.

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Day two.

The palace maids had all the washing utensils available, and Lu Yi inspected them carefully before saying, "Okay, let's go in."

She stepped into the yard, only to find that Li Baojia had already woken up, and she was sitting by the bed, weeping in a daze.

Lu Yi was taken aback, she asked softly: "Your Majesty, but this bed is not comfortable..."

Li Baojia raised his hand and casually wiped his tears with his sleeve, shook his head and said hoarsely: "Go back to the palace."

Lu Yi fell silent. She didn't ask why she didn't stay here to ask for the answer. She responded, "Yes."

To have it all over again is to change one's fate against fate.

She worked hard throughout her life to change the trajectory of everything in her previous life, but everything still returned to where it started.

Siblings Zhao Qiong and Zhao Min'an did not die in the horse car accident, but still died on the battlefield.

She still entered the East Palace.

The only difference is that this time, Zhao Yi took her place and went to hell.

If you go against nature, you will eventually suffer backlash. The cause of your past life is the result of this life.

That's what it meant.
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It's another half year from spring to autumn.

When Chengxi was full moon before, he lived up to expectations and caught the imperial seal.

She has been learning to speak recently, babbling, and finally looks a bit like a child.

The first word Li Baojia taught her was daddy.

She held her little hand and taught her word for word: "Xixi, daddy-daddy-"

Little Chengxi was spitting bubbles, staring with big round eyes, babbling and waving his little hands, but refused to speak.

She taught her several times but she didn't open her mouth, so she could only put the matter aside for the time being.

It is September now, there are not many political affairs, and the weather is still hot.

She had brought her to stay at the Summer Palace for a while, and today she decided to take her to the streets for a look.

She has grown up so much, she has never really seen the lives of ordinary people, and she has never been out of the palace.

The guards were all in the dark, and behind her were only Luyi and Xiaotao.

Several people were dressed in casual clothes, as if a young lady from some family came to parade with her maid and children.

Li Baojia took her to a place that sold small toys for children, and casually took a folded puppy to tease her: "Chengxi, what do you think this is? Dog, read after me—"

Chengxi turned his head away without giving in, his soft face nestled on the side of her neck, and babbling at the back.

Li Baojia took the trouble to squeeze her little hand: "Dog—dog—"

Little Chengxi said: "Daddy."

Li Baojia smiled suddenly, turned around and said, "It's a dog. I used to ask you to call me daddy, but you didn't call me daddy..."

Soon she stays where she is.

Behind her, the handsome figure stood there, his eyebrows still the same, his charming fox eyes looking at her softly, with a smile.

The wind blew the bells, and the cold orchid fragrance scattered in the air, and was brought to her side by the wind.

He called softly: "Jiajia."

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