The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 1 The puppet queen under house arrest

Behind the layers of veils, there is a large bed with four dragons wrapped around pillars. The thick bedding is spread on the bed, and a small pale foot rests on the edge of the bed, with almost bloodless toenails.

It was winter, but there was not even a brazier in the huge room. The cold air was extremely heavy, and the person lying on the bed gradually stopped breathing, but no one noticed.

In a space beyond the reach of mortals, the stunning beauty in red frowned and asked: "System, have you found a suitable soul? You have failed in three missions, and it will be a waste of effort to spend any more. It is better to get out as soon as possible."

"I have already brought her here. This soul has low luck. Pulling her away will not cause a reaction from the heavens. It would be best to let her die for you." The system replied.

The stunning beauty looked down on the bed. Sure enough, the dead person in the brocade quilt started to breathe again. Although it was very weak, it was indeed alive.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and urged: "Leave here first, lest Tiandao find out."

After the voice fell, one person, one system left this world.

……

Luo Chuchu opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling a little difficult to breathe, why is it so cold in the room?
His head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, but when he wanted to get up, he fell back into the pillow heavily, with endless fragments of memory flashing across his mind.

After seeing the "growth history" of the original owner of this body from the first perspective, Luo Chuchu was able to wake up, lying on the bed with eyes wide open like a salted fish, not wanting to say a word.

It turned out that she was reborn in Luochu, the female emperor of the Luo Kingdom, in an overhead dynasty.

Although it is a world where men and women are relatively equal, Luo Chu has not been favored by his father since he was a child, and his food and clothing were deducted by the palace people, and he lived in the most remote and dilapidated palace.

The emperor passed away without leaving an imperial decree, and the prince and princess fought for the throne with blood flowing like rivers, and there was not a single one left.Even the concubine suffered, and only a dozen people survived.

At this time, Luo Chu was dug out from the corner of the corner, groomed and pushed to the throne forcibly, and became a "mascot" who could only nod.

Unwilling to become a puppet controlled by others, Luo Chu struggled to resist and was put under house arrest by the manager Yan Wenmao.

Later... Later, there was no complete process, it was all fragments, and Luo Chuchu only glanced at it briefly.

The last scene impressed her particularly deeply. Yan Wenmao, who used to be hypocritical no matter how much she went too far, finally took off the mask of hypocrisy, stabbed Luo Chu's heart with a sword, and said coldly: "Your Majesty has no virtue, and should not be a monarch."

A large area of ​​blood red appeared in front of his eyes, and the memory ended.

Presumably this was the cause of the original owner's death, and also the reason why she was reborn here.

"Ahei! Ahei! Ahei!"

Luo Chuchu wrapped the quilt tightly and shivered, sneezed three times in a row, and the tip of her nose was red.

In the first half of her life, she was just an ordinary girl. There were many children in the family, and her parents didn't care much about her. Her biggest dream was to have a small house of her own, eat delicious food every day, pet cats when she had nothing to do, and live a leisurely life.

Even if she travels to an overhead world full of dangers, she doesn't want to die. How can she wait for death if she hasn't eaten enough food and enough cats and cats?
Forced myself to get out of the quilt, stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, walked a few steps forward, slipped and fell heavily.

"Ah...! It hurts!"

There is nothing underground, how could it fall for no reason?It was really unlucky just after passing through. Could it be that he brought over the physique of a non-chief from his previous life?

Luo Chuchu wanted to cry, but tried to get up while clutching his knees, but he obviously didn't touch the shelf next to him, but the vase placed high fell down on his head.

At the critical moment, Luo Chuchu rolled on the ground in embarrassment to escape, the vase fell to the ground with a loud noise, the fragments cut his bare calf, and the dark red blood gushed out from the wound, like grains of red beans.

While dealing with the memorials outside Luochu's dormitory, Yan Wenmao heard that the empress started to throw things again, so he put half of the memorials he saw on the table.

Under the bright light, a dark indigo-colored robe was revealed, and black hair was neatly gathered in the hat.

The feminine and handsome face is half hidden in the shadow of the lamp, the corners of the lips always maintain a gentle and curved arc, the eyebrows are long like knives, and Ruifeng's eyes are slightly raised. When you look closely, you can taste the beauty from the seemingly humble smile. Casual sarcasm.

It doesn't look like a lowly person who is inferior to others, but has a bit of nobility.

Such a person turned out to be an eunuch who was despised by the world, and was known for his cruel methods.

He looked at the queen's bedroom with calm eyes, as if he was used to this kind of thing, smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves, and walked towards the room.

Luo Chuchu sat on the ground with her injured leg in her arms, her eyes glazed over.

The door of the dormitory was opened with a "squeak", she subconsciously looked there, her eyes widened suddenly, and found that the person who came was actually Yan Wenmao who killed her so violently in her memory!

Luo Chuchu didn't care about his bleeding calf, and immediately crawled into the corner, using both hands and feet in a very funny way.

"His Majesty."

The indigo robe trimmed with silver thread stood in front of her at some point, and her slender hands pinched Luo Chuchu's jaw, forcing her to raise her head.

Against the light, Luo Chuchu couldn't see his expression clearly, but Yan Wenmao had a panoramic view of her.

As the heir of the dragon, the empress grew up suffering from cold treatment. Because of thinking about her own background, Yan Wenmao felt pity for her, and because she was the best at controlling her, she finally chose to push her to sit on the dragon chair.

She should be obedient, after all, life is a thousand times better now than before, why is she still not satisfied, and still wants to fight against him?
Today's Luo Chu seems to be different from usual, with white to transparent skin, the tip of the nose is flushed, the eye sockets are also red, and a pair of big black eyes are full of tears, and she dare not look at him.

There were small teardrops on the long and dense eyelashes, and the bloodless cherry lips were bitten tightly, as if he was very wronged.

Luo Chuchu didn't dare to move at all. She was wearing thin white pajamas, and the skirt was crawling, revealing her injured calf. There was a wound on her snow-white skin, and the blood seemed to be still flowing down.

So cold.

The body trembled uncontrollably, maintaining the posture of being pinched by Yan Wenmao's chin, the two thin arms supporting the weight were almost unable to hold up, the shaking frequency became faster and faster, and tears came out of the eyes.

One drop, two drops, three drops, all fell on Yan Wenmao's big hand.

Yan Wenmao kills people like hemp, martial arts is strong, and he takes pleasure in torturing people. He is a mad dog that everyone despises and fears. How can she hold back from crying?

Luo Chuchu repeatedly replayed the scene of Yan Wenmao killing her in his mind, and couldn't help crying.

"Woo..." Woooooo, she is still young and hasn't been in a relationship yet, she doesn't want to die!

His stomach was empty, and he hadn't eaten for a long time. Luo Chuchu's eyes were full of gold stars, his arms were weak, and he relied on Yan Wenmao's hand to maintain his balance, like a kitten whose neck was pinched.

Yan Wenmao let go of his hand abruptly, and Luo Chuchu bumped his head into his chest.

(End of this chapter)