Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Xizhou Wanli thirty-three years, early winter, disaster year.

Heavy snow is falling on the streets of Kyoto, and the white covers the luxury of the pavilions. People on the streets are in a hurry, and the smell of putrefaction comes from the houses from time to time. The bark has long been stripped away, and the bluestone slabs in the streets have been smashed with stones by the refugees.

Gathering in crowds and groups of shovel, the refugees rushed to the general office and attacked the door fiercely, trying to snatch food. The general's house stood in a neat manner with a knife and was tense.

The general of protecting the country, Hua Wu, stood in front of the young man like a God, holding a spear in his hand, wearing armor and a dignified face.

The sound of knocking outside the door suddenly weakened, the bully refugees suddenly crawled, the dragon chase was magnificent, and the long team stayed outside the general's house, in sharp contrast to the refugees.

Behind the Dragon drive was a prison car.

The woman was shivering in the snow in her thin prison clothes. She stood in a corner of the prison car, her body covered with scars. The cardan in his hand had already been pried off, and the red and white finger meat was exposed in the cold. She hid her feet under her prison clothes, and thirteen bone piercing nails were firmly nailed to her ankles. Blood and dirt mingled with each other. Even if the pain was so severe, she still hit it with her hand.

For three months in the dungeon, a meal of thin rice porridge every day had already made her unable to support the weight of her body, and the speed of smashing was slower and slower.

"Anning, will father come out to save her?"

"If they don't obey orders, kill her to relieve feng'er's boredom?"

A woman's voice came from the dragon chase, and the indifferent emperor gently responded to her questions. The king of a country was jokingly called "anin" by the beloved imperial concubine. Instead of being angry, he joked along with his words.

But the bottom of his eyes, without a trace of affection.

The painted brook in the prison car raised her face slightly, and her white and dirty skin still couldn't hide her peerless appearance. She shouted to the general's house, "if Xi'er dies here today, he should pay off his father's twenty years of upbringing. If his father has the strength to fight back, he must protect his own life. Xizhou is exhausted, father!"

"Noisy."

As soon as Huaxi's words fell, a stone flew out of the dragon and hit her throat directly, and the blood flowed down her neck on the prison uniform.

"Bring her here."

The emperor's cold voice fell, and the deputy leader took Yun Zhentian's order and asked people to drag the painted river down from the car.

She was pushed to the dragon with bare feet and trembling. There are rows of bloody footprints on the snow.

"Kneel down."

As soon as the emperor's voice fell, he kicked her down to the ground.

The cold wind blew.

The Dragon threw up the curtain of the car, and countless refugees wanted to look up, but they trembled and dared not lift an inch away. Only through a short distance, Huaxi looked at the man who haunted her but distressed her.

He is still high up.

In the 28th year of Wanli, she left the general's house and came to him. She was gracious for two years. Led the 200000 troops of Xizhou to invincible and repel countless small wild countries.

In the 30th year of Wanli, the eastern Shu attacked Xizhou. The war that should have won lost 80000 painters and soldiers because the deputy leader framed Yun Zhentian!

When she woke up, she was still lying naked in the enemy's barracks. She was no longer a victorious female general. She was a disgrace to the whole western state.

However, the most favored daughter of the general's house, her own sister painted Lanfeng, came to the harem as a medical woman to take care of the body for the man she loved, relieve the epidemic problem, and become a high-ranking imperial concubine in one fell swoop.

Only then did she know that the woman she longed for and cherished not only took away her husband, but also abolished her martial arts and made the painter irreparable!

When the cold wind blew, Huaxi firmly stared at the extravagance in the car. The man's eyebrows were like ink paintings, his lips were smiling, and his handsome face was facing the gentle countryside, not himself who had fought for him.

His clothes were messy, he leaned against the Blue Phoenix jade arm sitting next to him, and took the hand stove wrapped with Phoenix and Phoenix embroidery from the inner prison. The pair of eyes looking forward to life swept to the painting River, ups and downs, without a trace of guilt.

"Sister, you hurt your father and feng'er."

Huaxi only felt that the cold air carried through his whole body, and the cold between heaven and earth could not equal the word "harm" in the mouth of Lanfeng.

She smiled bitterly, pulled the stone embedded in her throat, and the blood dyed the snow red in an instant.

Bit by bit, the prison clothes were stained, and the pale lips moved slightly. Huaxi endured the wound on his throat and said hoarsely, "why..."

"Why fall into injustice!"

The painting of Lanfeng seemed surprised. The stove fell and broke to the ground: "sister, what are you talking about?"

Huaxi covered his throat and shouted with the last trace of strength: "if you are still the Phoenix son of your father and sister, immediately ask him to release the people of the painting house and your father, and all the blame will be borne by your sister!"

"Whatever you want... My sister can give it to you!"

Painting Lanfeng turned her head and looked at her side. A pair of beautiful eyes were soaked in tears: "Anning, my sister is blaming my concubine for not saving my father. What should I do..."

The emperor Feng's eyes were dark and vicious. He glanced at the broken stove and said in a warm voice, "everything has nothing to do with feng'er."

Blue Phoenix nodded "Hmm". Although she hid in ningxiluo's arms, her eyes flashed across the bloody painting stream in front of long Chui, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.

The appearance of that crown is unique in the world. After all, it is in a mess.

As she had imagined.

Seeing painted Lanfeng's lips filled with a cold smile, painted river suddenly suffocated.

The gate of the general's house suddenly opened. Eighty eight guards with swords looked at long Chui and talked with her.

the glint and flash of cold steel.

The forbidden army was also defeated, but just before her father was about to rush to the dragon, Huaxi's body was firmly controlled. The person who had been with her day and night put her in his arms with one hand and put a dagger in her throat with the other hand.

"You want your minister to die."

The emperor's orders were cold and solemn, and Huaxi struggled in his arms, but to no avail.

Although Hua Wu was over half a hundred years old, he was still brave and powerful. He ruthlessly inserted his spear into the bluestone plate. In an instant, the bluestone plate was broken into powder.

Everyone couldn't help retreating.

"Xi'er, although you call me father, my father has never cherished you. You saved the lives of 100 soldiers in this academy on the battlefield, and 88 men, women, old and young also enjoy their glory under your protection. I am incompetent and let the painter fall into this field!"

Huawu suddenly knelt down, but his eyes stared at the deputy leader in front of him, Yun Zhentian, with a solemn and stirring look: "the battlefield has been together day and night for decades, but it can't resist your ambition after all!"

The cloud shook the sky with a sarcastic smile, and the weapon in his hand seemed to be able to be cut at any time.

When the painter was destroyed, he had planned for a long time and finally the dust settled. In the future, there will be no restriction in the court.

But he saw more than a hundred people behind Huawu, children, family members and concubines kneeling in front of Huaxi.

"I've never been unfaithful to Xizhou. I've fought for 30 years in exchange for peace and prosperity in Xizhou. My only mistake is to raise the imperial concubine! As long as your majesty can release Xi'er, everyone in the general's house is willing to exchange life for life!"

"Oh?" the emperor glanced at him in boredom, then turned his head and stared at Huaxi. "You are an interesting disaster. They are willing to die for you. Are you happy?"

happy?

The injured throat of Huaxi couldn't allow her to say a word. At this moment, she could only watch the people in the general's house raise the short knife in their sleeves at the same time and stab it down their neck.

Before he died, Hua Wu stared at the Blue Phoenix in the dragon chase, with Pathetique in his eyes.

"No!" the hoarse roar resounded through the world.

In an instant, the snow turned red, and the whole general's house was buried with her!

Huaxi stayed where she was. She raised her face and looked at the emperor who was holding her,

Ninsiro, are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?

Ningxiluo turned and looked at the imperial concubine in longchui, looked at her, and then stroked her with a smile. Lengleng said, "as feng'er wishes, take these sinners to the moat and impose the punishment of sawing."

Sawing is a more vicious punishment than lingchi and peeling and breaking bones - cutting people alive with a saw!

People are dead. Why do you do this?

Feng'er... Painting Lanfeng made him do this?!

When Hua Xi looked at Hua Lanfeng, he found that the cold in his gentle eyes was fleeting, and turned into a pitiful posture. He looked at the body in front of the painting house and wiped his tears.

She, why betray the painter! Mingming has got the special favor of emperor Wenzhi and ascended to the sky step by step. Why should she do this? What does she want!

Huaxi couldn't shed a tear. His cold body was so numb that he let the knife in his hand slide gently against his neck.

Ning Xiluo lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "are you sad? Can I be sad?"

He picked up people and mounted the horse. Huaxi couldn't struggle, but the pain in his body was no match for the pain in his heart.

"You were defeated on the battlefield and let 80000 troops in Western Zhou bury you with your stupidity, so you deserve to die."

"My imperial concubine lost her father's favor because of you, so you deserve to die."

The horses ran faster and faster. With the departure of the dragon, all the refugees poured into the general's house, burning, killing and looting. Kyoto was no longer a colorful Kyoto, and the nightmare came.

"You've got too much before. It's time to give it back to her," he said.