The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 250: The Funeral Hall and the Widow

There are 108 stars in Ziwei Doushu. Buddha has 108 kinds of troubles. Various reasons led to the formation of a chessboard pattern in Chang'an Camp. Qujiang Pond was carved out to avoid the number. The whole city is arranged harmoniously, and it is the most technologically advanced city under the Fangli system.

Most of the top dignitaries lived in the Beique Taiji and Daming Palace area, followed by Xuanping and Xuanyang. Influenced by the Han Dynasty, this is the so-called "Xuanping's Noble Village". Guo Yuanzhen, Gao Xianzhi, Yang Guozhong and others lived in this area. When Zhang Yichao entered the court, the house he was given was also in Xuanyang. The overall pattern is that the east is noble and the west is rich, the north is solid and the south is empty. Yuan Zai in Changshouli was even attacked by a tiger. On the one hand, it shows the severity of the tiger plague in ancient times, and on the other hand, it also shows that the southwest is really not good.

Princess Taiping's former residence and Zhide Nuguan Temple are in Xingdao Village, Beique. Prime Minister Liu Chongwang also lived in Guangde Village, Beique, and was known as Guangde Liu Gong. These are all known to passers-by. But few people know that Zhu Wen's wife also spent her girlhood in Xuanyang.

The saint slowly hit one?
"Aren't you from Songzhou, Zhu San's hometown?"

“I grew up in Chang’an.”

After wandering around for half her life, she returned here again. When she was not yet a famous beauty in the Central Plains, she followed Zhang Rui in Xuanyang until her father left for Songzhou when she was fifteen. Counting on her fingers, she had been away for eighteen years.

I remember that I was filled with sorrow and thought I would never come back. Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, I came back eighteen years later.

This……

"Then you are from Jingzhao?" asked the sage.

"…Fanyang Zhang family."

It turned out to be Yannu... I was wondering how there could be a horse that was nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighed 130 kilograms. Every time I held her, I felt numb all over and could hardly breathe. While recalling the unique body odor of the queen, her fluffy facial hair, and her suffocatingly erect chest, "What is your relationship with Zhang Chun and Zhang Ju? The one from the late Han Dynasty."

"Zhang Yuanji. The fifth son of Shaohao. During the reign of King Xuan of Zhou, there was a minister named Zhang Zhong. His descendants served Jin as officials. When Jin was divided into three families, Zhang served Han. Han's prime minister Zhang Kaidi had a good life. Zhang Liang gave birth to Buyi... Yin gave birth to Hao, who was the Minister of Works of Emperor Shun of Han. They lived in Jianwei in Shu for generations. Hao gave birth to Yu, who was the governor of Fanyang and then moved to Yan. His grandson Mengcheng had a good life. He was also the Minister of Works of Jin." The Queen Mother had a wooden expression and listed all the treasures: "...So, although Chun and Ju are from Fanyang, they have nothing to do with me."

The saint nodded. This woman's knowledge reserve was too terrifying.

"After Zhang Hua, how come there is a queen?"

"That's too complicated." The Queen Mother walked slowly: "Zhang Hua's eldest son Zhang Yi gave birth to Yu, who crossed the Yangtze River in Yongjia. Later, Zhang Hui served as the prefect of Puyang in Song Dynasty. Yu's second son Zhang Anzhi moved to Xiangyang, and there was the Xiangyang Zhang family. Zhang Jianzhi is his descendant."

I learned something new. After hearing the second half, the saint stroked his chin, looking puzzled: "Hui? The Queen's maiden name is inappropriate for her ancestors."

"It doesn't matter if you are not in the fifth degree of mourning." On the quiet and secluded tree-lined path, the two walked side by side: "My late father's line is Zhang Hua's second son Zhang Wei. During the Eight Princes Rebellion, Zhang Hua and his son killed Sima Lun. Then Yizi went to the south of the Yangtze River, and Weizi returned to Fanyang... In the seventh year of Dazhong, my late father went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. In the ninth year, he became an official. In the tenth year, he married my mother, Guo. The first son died young. I was born in the third year of Xiantong. In the fourth year of Qianfu, he was appointed as the Minister of Personnel and was appointed to Songzhou..."

The full name of the Inspector in the Tang Dynasty: Inspector of a certain state, who is in charge of the military affairs of a certain state.

This is consistent with Li's reasoning. Songzhou was one of the ten most important states, and the position of the governor was equivalent to the third rank. When an official was sent out from the imperial court, he had to be at least a fourth rank official. Zhang's father was sent out as the assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, which must have offended Tian Lingzi. Although the assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel was not as prominent as in the Ming and Qing dynasties, his future was more promising than that of the governor. If he was lucky, he would be appointed as a prime minister with his current position, and after years of experience, he would become the prime minister, and then he would become one of the Three Dukes.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

"In the first year of Guangming, he was killed by the Tongzhou army."

"Poor thing." The saint sighed with empathy: "It seems that I have done a good thing. I killed thousands of evil beasts, and the rest are all bald and lame in the evil army. Don't you thank me?"

The Queen turned her head to look at him and they both laughed.

A bright and sincere smile bloomed, making the saint's eyes darken.

After such a long time, it was the first time that she smiled so knowingly. Reserved, shy, bashful, and sunny… That invincible face that swept the heavens was even more gorgeous and charming under the smile. Coupled with the white clothes, purple cape, and hazy white scarf that were full of charm, sacredness, and inviolability, it was like an ancient mural that was originally bright and colorful but faded, and was restored to its spirit and spirituality.

Ah Zhao, Nangong, ladies, and family members, it’s not that I, Li Qi, like to wear sluts and have promiscuous relationships with both men and women, but it’s nonsense to say that I’m a bootlicker... Well, it seems that this matter really makes her very happy.

Seeing that the saint's eyes were about to turn straight again, the Queen of Heaven was afraid that he would push her down in the street and have sex with her in broad daylight, so she turned her head back, covered her eyes, and lowered her head slightly. The upper part of her white clothes was obviously surging a few times, and it seemed that her heart had changed and she was adjusting her mood.

There was a long silence.

The saint casually brought up a new topic: "I heard you say you were cultivating immortality. Many of the women in my harem are also obsessed with this. Xianzong, Wang Rong, Gao Pian, Wang Congxun, Mo Zangqiqi, Li Zan... also cultivated immortality. Han Wei was very sure that there were three immortal mountains outside the East China Sea, and Zhang Daoling rode a crane into the Heavenly Gate on Heming Mountain... Could it be that he really became an immortal?"

"It's fake..." Hearing this, the Queen looked up at the sky: "Immortal... Not only me, but probably everyone else will have a hard time."

"why?"

The Queen of Heaven explained confidently: "The Great Wilderness Western Classic, the National Language, and Taishigong have all said that the way to heaven and man was completely closed three generations ago... No one in the world can ascend to heaven anymore. This includes the emperor, as well as the noble and humble creatures. The so-called divination of the sacred mountain and the ascension of the immortals by the saints who pleaded for mercy are just beautiful fantasies that deceive themselves."

"The Way of Heaven and Man? Isn't this the Zen way?" The saint asked like a questioning baby: "Why does the Taoist sect use Zen terms to cultivate immortality?"

"That's right. Heaven, earth, hell, asuras, animals, and hungry ghosts are the six paths of reincarnation promoted by the Brahmans, namely the three virtues and three evils." The Queen nodded: "Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism have been integrated and complementary. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, knowledgeable people pondered over the art of governance, and the integration of the three religions reached its climax. After the founding of the Holy Tang Dynasty, Emperor Gaozu made the judgment that 'although the three religions are different, the good is the same.'"

“So Hui Neng said, ‘The everlasting and tireless state is called the Tao, and the Tao is the womb of Buddha nature.’”

“So when a monk attains enlightenment, he is always called a high monk who has attained enlightenment, not a high monk who has attained Buddhahood.”

"There are the Dao and the secular, and the Zen also follows the Dao."

"When it comes to Buddhism and Taoism, people can't help but think of the two sects, but in fact, they have nothing to do with the two religions. From the gods and demons in the heavens to the living people, everyone can have Buddha nature and Tao fetus, and everyone can see the nature of the heart and become a Buddha and attain Tao. Therefore, it is said that Buddha is originally Tao..."

Her expression became serious and profound, and she even revealed a hint of majesty like a banished immortal.

It can only be said that some people are destined to be the protagonists of the times. At that time, people were not enlightened, and the uneducated and the educated, the half-educated and the big shots could be distinguished at a glance. In this era where people basically rely on self-study, those who have profound and broad knowledge to this extent, and can integrate and describe what they have understood in a simple and easy-to-understand way, are great scholars and eminent monks.

Unlike the women of today and later generations who have been deliberately packaged and trained, no matter how they cover up, those women have the smell of desire, vulgarity or money. Their bodies are clean, but their hearts are extremely dirty. Now looking at the Queen of Heaven, the saint feels that everything is like being in an ink painting. She is holding an umbrella and walking in this lonely rain alley of Xuanyang. Avoiding the dripping eaves, turning around the deep red and dark door...

The saint extended his hand, approached her, and interlocked his fingers with hers.

The latter did not resist.

He still looked indifferent and bored.

"Zhenniang, what's the point of a woman like you reading so many books?"

"My world is only a bodhi leaf. I can't see a world big enough..." The Queen of Heaven carefully chose her words and gathered her hair with her slender hands: "So I became the cicada in the picture. I will forget about gains and losses and end my life like this."

"The human world is pretty good. You are also a mortal immortal in the human world. Why bother to gamble on that slim chance?" The saint said casually. He couldn't help but think of Wenren Chuchu. This girl is possessed by the devil. As long as she is not asked to sleep, she is in seclusion. She is also reluctant to sleep with her: "Is it possible to force the heavenly way?"

The Queen of Heaven stepped over the puddle and asked: "Towards the mountains, or towards the South China Sea?"

The saint was silent. I am facing you! He pushed outward and then retracted his palms: "I will teach you a new move someday. Lie on me, push yourself up and down like this, and exercise your body."

The queen lived in Bengbu, her face was red, from her forehead to her ears, and she actually looked a little... pitiful? She blinked her big eyes, her eyes were shining, and her head slowly lowered to her D-cup: "You bully me."

The saint noticed the change in the title, and then looked at her demeanor... If you can't help it, don't bear it! Before Zhang Hui could react, he grabbed her waist and threw her down and hugged her: "I bullied you, so what? You are my Zen, your talent and beauty are worth comparing! From now on, you are not allowed to call me Your Majesty, call me..." His tone gradually became perverted and evil: "Brother."

The queen was at a loss. She was held in the air, her feet and skirt dangling in the air, and she didn't know where to put her hands and face. She was like a big carp on the chopping block in his arms, and she was extremely ashamed and angry: "Let me go, this is Xuanyang!"

"You said, brother, please let go."

The Queen felt a chill and trembled: "Don't do this... I'm scared."

"Queen, you don't want Zhu Wen's funeral hall to be destroyed, do you? It was only for your sake that I allowed someone to mourn for him in my territory..."

The queen's fiery body was as stiff as a fresh female corpse, her strong, slender legs tightly pressed together. She closed her eyes, bit her teeth silently, and stopped talking to him.

"Looks like I have to be a little mean..." He frowned and pretended to lift the skirt with his claws.

The Queen of Heaven quickly tried to hold him down. She whispered quickly and desperately, "Brother, please let go!"

"Haha." On the empty street where only the guards were standing a hundred steps away with their backs facing away, the saint laughed happily: "Good sister."

Put the queen down. Her expression was very rich. A feudal woman with her character, being carried like a princess on the street, forced to call her brother... Fortunately, she had been seen and touched, and the foundation was laid step by step: "Stop it, or I will die in front of you!"

"Ah?" The saint was stunned: "Okay, okay, I'll dare to do it again next time. No, I won't do it again."

"......Also, I'm five years older than you...You can't call me sister."

"What should I call her? I can't call her the Queen Mother all the time. The court and the harem care more about this. Ah Hui sounds bad. Madam is too serious. Madam is too greasy... I have a unique name for each woman. How about... Xiao Zhang? Or... daughter?"

Call someone.

Even saints have to admire the Queen. With her three views, she has not gone crazy in the face of such a rough and bumpy experience, such a difficult fate, and such an evil world. How did she forge her iron will, iron three views, and unyielding heart?
The saint did not tease her again during the rest of the journey.

At Jingyu Temple, where Emperor Gong of Sui died suddenly after abdicating, the Queen Mother stood at the gate and watched for a while.

She looked at the long wall of murals outside the temple, and her palm slowly stroked from left to right as she followed her footsteps. There was a lychee tree with a canopy as big as a living room, with lush branches and leaves. She sat down on the round altar under the tree and looked up at the clusters of green leaves and the twisted branches.

The restaurant, the old well, the Five Dragon Temple, the Forest of Steles, the Wutou Gate, and the towers were all very different from her vague memories, but Zhang Hui was still very happy and interested as she passed by them one by one. Her five slender fingers stopped on a stone lying by the lake. She squatted on one knee in front of the stone, squinting her eyes to distinguish the strokes and patterns in a certain position, and compared them with the strange memory fragments that suddenly awakened like a summon.

Once, she even walked into a dead end. A brick wall that was built a long time ago but was obviously not very old and covered with ivy and moss indicated that there was a road that had long disappeared.

It took about an hour for her to arrive at the dilapidated, abandoned, and renovated mansion in a corner of Xuanyang, guided by her latent instinct. It felt warm, familiar, and kind, yet strange, making Zhang Hui dazed and confused.

The stone beast Suanni in front of the door has been removed.

The towering osmanthus trees and sycamore trees in the courtyard are nowhere to be found.

Four new houses have been built on the site of the original mansion.

"Ah! When I get to the countryside, I feel like a man who has lost his temper... Liu Yuxi said it so aptly."

“The waterside pavilion has been filled in.”

"The east wing...the one facing diagonally to the north should be the former bedroom."

……

Zhang Hui was identifying it while muttering to herself, as if this would make her feel more relaxed. When her eyes fell on a stone buried in the soil through the leaves, Zhang Hui stopped talking. She was hiding behind the tree in a daze, motionless. The world has changed beyond her expectations. She remembered that when she left, she hid this strange stone at the bottom of the lotus pond. Now it has been buried in the road. Zhang Hui was silent, her eyes were dry, and her head was a mess. She held on to the tree to steady herself.

"Are you okay?" The saint came up and asked with concern. Seeing Zhang Hui's big reaction, he looked at her, then looked at the mansion, and his eyes returned to Zhang Hui's profile: "Whose house is that?"

Zhang Hui showed a half-smile, half-sad expression: "My home."

"Let's go, I won't watch anymore." The Queen is a very emotional woman. No, it's not just her. Apart from Zhu Wen and Li Hanzhi, quite a few normal men and women are like this. In modern terms, they are literary youths.

"Let's go, sister." The saint shook her shoulder: "You can always come back to reminisce about your childhood."

Zhang Hui stared for a long time, looked back, and then closed her eyes. After a while, she turned around, put away all her emotions, and was led by Emperor Li's hand and left.

In another courtyard nearby, Wang Yanzhang, Huangfu Lin and more than 20 Bian people were busy.

Emperor Li would definitely not send anyone to assist unless you want to hear your ministers cursing.

The house was newly rented and had been hastily tidied up.

White flags were hung.

Candles, candlesticks, paper money, tablets and fire basins were placed in place.

Drummers, musicians, wailers, monks and Taoists have all been hired.

The mourning clothes are made by craftsmen and are waiting for the family members to wear them.

Zhu Youzhen, Zhu Youzi, Zhu Lingya and Zhu Lingrou are receiving process guidance.

Everything is in order...

At dusk, the saint came in with his guards. A lieutenant stepped out from behind him, pointed at the busy Bian soldiers in the courtyard, and said coldly: "Move the debris at the door, find two Hu beds and a table to set up here."

Another soldier thrust his scabbard at them: "You rebels, take your things and get out! Now!"

"Civilization." The saint pressed down his scabbard: "What do you mean by anti-captivity? Once you join the righteous army, you will be my comrade."

"Who is a comrade with these Eastern bandits! On the battlefield, I will kill them first, so as to avoid being stabbed in the back." The soldier stared. Emperor Li kicked him on the buttocks, causing him to stagger and then he took his hand away from the scabbard.

The people of Bian tried their best to smile, moved the debris at lightning speed, set up the tables, and then fled the yard.

In the corner, Wang Yanzhang's expression changed. It was really uncomfortable to be discriminated against and isolated.

"Don't think too much. You know what it means to kill a talented person." The saint sat down beside him with a stool and pulled Wang Yanzhang to sit on the ground. "My Li family is the emperor for a day, and you are soldiers who are treated equally. Go back and do ideological work for everyone. There is still a long time, so take it slowly. You got angry before."

Wang Yanzhang sighed. He was certainly unhappy, but Saint Li's words dissipated some of his resentment. Yes, all soldiers are arrogant. It was inappropriate to use the dissatisfaction with the big-headed soldiers to hate Saint Li. Although he didn't know what he was thinking, at least his superficial attitude and actions were impeccable for the time being: "I understand."

"Madam Wei is here too." The sage put on a polite manner and nudged Wang Yanzhang: "Go and say hello to her."

Now that they are in a trust-building period, these guys will probably only tell Zhang Hui what’s in their minds.

Since entering the court, he has been trying to figure out the other party, and the other party has also been observing him. It is not easy to make these arrogant killers maintain basic obedience. Only those who have experienced it can understand the price of leading troops in the late Tang and Five Dynasties. Is it that simple to make the killers put down their scabbards?

The Queen stood at the door.

Wang Yanzhang, Huangfu Lin, Hao Zuo and a dozen other officers went to pay their respects to her. The "king and his subjects" chatted for a long time. The atmosphere was much more relaxed and a little sad. Tears welled up in the eyes of Huangfu Lin, Hao Zuo and others. Wang Yanzhang was careful and found that the Queen's complexion had changed a lot. The evil, sickly, lifeless and haggard look in her eyes had disappeared a lot. Her eyes were bright and she became more beautiful. It gave people a sense of... "You are resurrected!" Oh my God, is this an illusion?
Wang Yanzhang gradually began to smile. Unlike his previous social smile, this bright smile carried a sense of relief, as if to say, "Then we are relieved." As expected, one must find the right person... The Queen of Heaven should be happy to be with the Saint. It's a pity that such a talented and beautiful couple didn't meet at the right time. Wang Yanzhang felt regretful.

As they were chatting, they heard sounds of beating and scolding outside the yard.

A group of blue-clad soldiers came in, followed by a dozen bald men staggering behind them. They were battered, limping, their hands and feet tied and chained together. If they walked a little slower, the blue-clad soldiers next to them would grab their ears and throw them. After being driven in, they crowded in the corner and stood with their heads down.

"Your Majesty, the beast has been taken out from the evil army." The leading military officer reported.

"Take a rest." The saint waved his hand.

The Queen was struck by lightning.

The saint turned around, took her hand and walked in front of these people, pointed at them and asked Zhang Hui: "Are they these beasts? I have asked people to find the ones you mentioned, and these are the only ones left."

As soon as the queen saw it, tears began to fall from her eyes and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Swish!" The saint pulled out a shining white steel knife from the waist of a warrior beside him.

I got scared! Wufu jumped back angrily.

"Dang!" The knife chopped the table in half. Very good, fast enough. He handed the knife over, looked at Zhang Hui with burning eyes, and said gently: "Go, take revenge."

The Queen took the knife, dragged it behind her, and strode forward.

The first bald man opened his eyes wide, revealing an intense fear. He peed his pants and choked, "Madam Zhang, Madam Zhang, please listen to my explanation. I was a beast in human form back then. I have repented and reformed in the evil army. I have suffered enough—"

The plea for mercy came to an abrupt end.

The queen grabbed his throat with her left hand and stabbed him in the stomach with her right hand. Blood spurted out and hot intestines flowed out. The bald man convulsed like a slaughtered pig, but because his throat was being pinched, he could only whimper and scream.

Zhang Hui remained calm and used her left hand to pinch the bald man so hard that the blood could not spurt out of his mouth.

"Puff!" The knife was pulled out.

"Puff!" The knife was thrust in.

Zhang Hui repeated this seven times until the bald man died, then she loosened her left hand and let the body fall at her feet. The bright red blood splattered all over her face, her white scarf and her white clothes, making her look like a blood rose blooming in the midst of slaughter, particularly moving.

People often think that forgiveness and tolerance are easy things, but sometimes, forgiveness is harder to accept than death. Please remember a logic: the person you have hurt is likely to become your nightmare.

"Mercy! Madam, mercy!" The remaining eleven villains knelt in the air under the control of the blue-clothed soldiers, crying and wailing: "Saint, Saint! I have worked hard on the ditches in Guanzhong and filled trenches during sieges. Considering that I have shed blood for the Holy Tang, please forgive me like kicking away a stray dog..."

The saint shook Zhang Hui's hand and gave her a look of approval and encouragement.

I no longer consider myself a good person, nor do I think it is cruel to torture hateful and evil people.

Feeling the temperature of his palm, Zhang Hui named a few people: "Yang Gui, Qu Junhong, Shui Wusheng, Huang Wan, Zhong Yuru, Zhongli Zhen."

Six people responded and came out. They looked at the emperor and saw him nod and kneel on one knee: "Madam!"

"Thank you for your help."

After saying this, Zhang Hui turned back to the saint's arms, avoiding his face.

"Yes." The six people bowed.

Canglang made a few noises. The eleven evil men howled and screamed, and their urine evaporated into the air.

"You dog emperor, fuck your mother!" Some people are desperate.

The saint waved his hand and said, "Press him on the table and peel off his skin."

"You dog-footed emperor, you are cruel and bloodthirsty, you shall not die well! Hahahaha, I have played all kinds of tricks on your sister-in-law, what about you? If you die, then die. In twenty years, I will kill your entire family! If I can use my sword again in the next life, I will slaughter all the Li family members and laugh at the heavens!"

The blue-clad soldiers rushed forward, cursing and beating him.

"Forget it!" the saint shouted, "Burn him!"

He was then grabbed and tied to a pile of firewood with iron chains.

"Sister, come here," said the saint.

Zhang Hui took the torch and threw it into the firewood pile in a parabola. The saint sat on the stool, looking at the silhouette howling in the fire and the bloody man rolling on the chopping board with a leisurely attitude. The soldiers watching laughed.

The courtyard was filled with screams. Yang Gui, Shui Wusheng, Qu Junhong, Huang Wan, Zhong Yuru, and Zhong Lizhen were like professional executioners, slashing at faces with swords and knives. The sound of bones being chopped and internal organs being mashed was so frightening. Zhang Hui sat next to the saint, watching Yang Gui and his men's performance intently.

After a long time, the courtyard became quiet again and night had fallen.

"younger sister."

"..."

The saint embraced Zhang Hui, stroked his back with his left hand, and said in a comforting tone: "Accept this justice as a gift for meeting you."

Zhang Hui's eyes rested quietly on his shoulder. Her lonely and wandering heart seemed to have calmed down at this moment, in Xuanyang. From the bottom of her heart, she felt at peace: "……………Thank you. You are very good——"

A bonfire was lit.

Seats were set up outdoors.

Steamed cakes, soup cakes, mung bean porridge. Sashimi, chicken soup, roasted lamb, beef jerky, cheese. Preserved fruits, leeks, chestnuts, okra, broad beans, lotus roots, yam.

Wine, snacks...

One by one, affordable dishes purchased from restaurants were served.

Under the bright bonfire, the soldiers sat on the ground, stretching out their hands to warm themselves by the fire. Dozens of the Bian army that had been driven away were also called back and sat in a corner with Wang Yanzhang and his men. After an incense stick of time, a group of people dressed in mourning clothes came out, with hemp outside and white inside, and wearing cloaks and white hats.

Shi Yuan, Zhang Yueyi, Zhu Lingrou, Zhu Lingya, Zhang Hui...

The saint also walked out of a room.

"Eat!" He clapped his hands.

Everyone took their seats, those who had seats sat down, and the soldiers who didn't have seats sat on the ground behind the table or by the campfire.

The air was filled with smoke and flames lit up the courtyard.

A group of Taoist priests and monks walked into the gate chanting scriptures, and the mourners followed them closely, their hearts broken.

The ear-piercing mournful music of bamboo flutes sounded without warning. The musicians walked into the courtyard, shaking their heads.

All relevant personnel have arrived at the scene one after another.

Theoretically, after this meal, the Queen Mother would officially begin mourning and could not eat or drink anything she pleased.

The saint knelt behind the table, chewing a cake absentmindedly, squinting at the Queen who was also kneeling in mourning clothes, sipping porridge and eating vegetables. After suffering for so long, he finally confirmed that there was nothing in his stomach. The mourning hall was just checked, and there was no problem. Zhu Wen's skull was also prepared. Tonight is the wedding night. No matter whether the Queen agrees or not.

The Queen, Zhang Yueyi, and Shi Fei, who comes first? Or together?
This is what he is thinking about now.

The night is about to reach its climax.

(End of this chapter)