Destiny Martial God

Through the open window, Yu Haoran saw two middle-aged men in police uniforms on the east side of the street, one beating a gong and the other beating a drum, shouting.

"Make way, all of you!"

Behind the two police officers, there followed an elite soldier in armor, holding an imperial edict in both hands.

At the same time, on the west side of the street, a group of more than a dozen young men in brocade robes and folding fans looked at the police officers and armored elite soldiers who were rushing over with nervous and eager looks in their eyes.

"Who among you is Cui Minliang?" The police officer who beat the gong walked quickly in front of the dozen young men and asked with a flattering smile on his face.

"My name is Cui Minliang!"

Just as the police officer who beat the gong had just finished his interrogation, among the dozen young men, the only young man in old linen clothes walked out of the crowd with an excited look.

"Congratulations, Mr. Cui, congratulations, Mr. Cui, you have won the first place in this palace examination and ranked first in the spring exam!"

The flattering smile was immediately replaced by a flattering smile. The middle-aged constable who was beating the gong handed the tool in his hand to his companion, took out a purple gold copybook from his sleeve, and handed it to Cui Minliang respectfully.

With trembling hands, he took the purple gold copybook, and then slowly opened the copybook. After seeing the content on the copybook, Cui Minliang immediately cried out to the sky with tears.

"Father, mother, my child has won the first place in the imperial examination!"

"Cui Minliang, accept the decree!" Just as Cui Minliang shouted to the sky, he directly passed over the armored elite soldiers of the two constables, unfolded the imperial edict in his hand, and announced it to Cui Minliang.

Although the content of the imperial edict was simple, the sensation it brought made the whole street completely silent.

Prince consort!

The content of the imperial edict was that the emperor of the Datong Empire betrothed his most beloved princess to Cui Minliang.

Cui Minliang, who was the top scorer in the imperial examination and was granted the title of a royal consort, had a completely earth-shaking transformation in his life in just a few minutes.

Whether it was Cui Minliang himself or the people around the street, facing this sudden transformation of life, they showed all kinds of reactions in the world.

Cui Minliang seemed to be the only one who was truly happy, after all, he was the only beneficiary.

Envy and jealousy occupied the majority, after all, this beautiful thing of flying up the branches and becoming a phoenix was the fantasy that most people at the scene dreamed of.

There were also many people who were full of hatred in their hearts.

Especially those young men standing behind Cui Minliang, in their false congratulations, the hatred in their eyes made them want to kill him directly with a knife.

Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy and hatred!

Looking at the different reactions of everyone on the street, Yu Haoran, who was originally in a mood of watching a play, gradually immersed himself in the feelings and perceptions of different emotional reactions, and at the same time, a clear and lively breath gradually rose from him.

Cui Minliang, who finally calmed down his inner excitement, took the imperial edict of marriage from the hands of the armored soldier, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The ordinary city was replaced by a luxurious mansion, and the noisy tavern was replaced by a warm and romantic bridal chamber with a big red wedding character.

Looking at the room illuminated by red candles, looking at the bride sitting motionless on the phoenix bed, and Yu Haoran sitting next to the bride, the clear and lively breath suddenly had a hint of vitality.

Pressing open the bride's red veil and blowing out the burning red candle, Cui Minliang, who was both the new champion and the son-in-law, truly reached the peak of his life at this time.

The scene changed, and Cui Minliang, who was thin, was wearing brocade clothes, but the sadness between his eyebrows showed that his life after marriage was not satisfactory.

"The princess is not available today, please come another day, my husband!" A middle-aged nanny in her forties drove him away with contempt in her eyes.

In response, Cui Minliang's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, but in the end he sighed and turned away.

Although his mind was in a state of enlightenment, Yu Haoran still subconsciously glanced at the husband's mansion.

The divine consciousness that had disappeared suddenly returned at this moment.

Through the walls and the courtyard, he saw the beautiful princess lying happily in the arms of a handsome and extraordinary young man.

The young man looked at the princess's slightly protruding belly, and his eyes showed tenderness.

The divine consciousness that could be mobilized suddenly disappeared, and Yu Haoran found himself in a slightly shabby inn, and saw Cui Minliang in the inn room, kneeling in front of a pair of tablets.

There was no need to listen to Cui Minliang's mumbling, and Yu Haoran's mind suddenly emerged with the whole process of the incident.

As a seventh-rank editor of Wen Ge Yuan, his monthly salary was barely enough to support himself, and he also needed to save money and please the people in the Prince Consort's Mansion so that he could see the princess and spend a night with her.

Under such circumstances, he had no ability to help his parents who had raised him with great difficulty and lived far away in the mountain village, which eventually led to his parents starving to death.

"Bang! Bang! Bang...!"

Holding a family letter stained with blood in his hand, Cui Minliang kowtowed nine times in front of a pair of tablets, and his eyes showed crazy murderous intent.

He stood up and took out a yellowed book from under the pillow, carefully hiding it in his chest, then turned around and left the inn, heading straight for the antique shop not far from the inn.

He used the precious and rare book stolen from the Wen Ge Courtyard of the Imperial Palace to exchange for three thousand taels of silver, of which two thousand taels were used to bury his dead parents, and the remaining one thousand taels were used to bribe several guards in the Prince Consort's Mansion, and then sneaked into the princess's room.

Seeing the princess sleeping on the bed, and a handsome young man lying next to the princess in his place, Cui Minliang's heart suddenly ignited endless anger.

Using a chair to hold the door tightly, he quietly walked to the bed, then raised the sharp knife he had prepared in advance and stabbed it directly into the young man's heart.

"You...!"

The huge pain from the heart made the sleeping young man suddenly open his eyes.

Feeling the rapid loss of life, looking at Cui Minliang with a ferocious look, the young man's eyes showed endless regret.

After all, with his family background and appearance, he still had decades of wealth and glory, and countless beautiful women waiting for his favor.

Now, because of a moment of greed, he ended up dying young. How could he not regret it?

The sharp knife was suddenly pulled out, and a large amount of blood was sprayed directly on the face of the still sleeping princess, which gradually woke the princess up.

When she saw the prince consort standing in front of the bed holding the sharp knife, she turned her head and looked at the dead young man. The fear and sadness that suddenly emerged in her heart made her scream.

In this regard, Cui Minliang did not stop it, but took out the tablets of his parents from the package placed beside the bed and placed them on the table.