Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2894 Reality (7)

   Follow-up episode of "The Pretty Concubine of the Misogynist General":-

  The city is covered with cold snow, and the red tiles are covered with frost.

  The eunuchs carefully heated dozens of pots of flowers with floor heating and various charcoal fires.

  His Majesty has been very irritable recently.

  Everyone lives with chills in their necks.

  Although it is said that since the death of Empress Yuan, this palace has become a dead city.

   There are no newcomers to enter, and no court ladies can take over.

  The only thing His Majesty is passionate about is dealing with political affairs.

  They heard more than once that some bold women wanted to touch His Majesty, but they were dragged out and executed.

   Later they found out that His Majesty is disgusting to any woman.

   There was even a court lady who couldn't bear this lonely and mediocre life, and even secretly wanted to touch the sleeping Majesty during the night watch.

   Kicked out by His Majesty.

  But the lady-in-waiting touched his finger, which made him sick for several days and couldn't eat.

   Then they responded.

  Why was the empress of the Yuan Dynasty so respected and favored alone, and even the country was built for her.

  It turns out that Your Majesty, to the women in this world.

   are untouchable, even disgusting.

   And the only woman who could let him get close had already passed away.

  The chief **** carefully held a pot of peonies blooming in the cold winter.

   "How about this peony, full of glory and wealth, His Majesty must be happy to see it."

  The female officer came and said calmly: "Your Majesty still likes flowers that can be used as rouge. We will take away those flowers that can be used as rouge. Your Majesty sent a message to ask for it."

  The eunuchs immediately brought the flowers.

  The maids, under the leadership of the female officer, took out a small basket and carefully picked the flowers one by one.

   Your Majesty loves this one.

   Even growing flowers in winter costs money and manpower.

   It is also their willingness.

   All officials also feel that His Majesty has this hobby, which is very normal and happy to see it.

  The once-in-a-hundred-year-old sage king created a new dynasty and prosperity.

  I don’t have any hobbies, so I just stick to government affairs to the end.

   Moreover, they burn the lights and fight at night every day without rest.

  Such a wise gentleman, don't give him some hobbies, let him take a break.

  How dare they have the nerve to rest.

  I'm exhausted.

   is really tired - dead.

   Instead of describing a certain state.

  The maids came to the outside of the palace with flower baskets and stopped, and the **** came to take them.

  Nowadays, women are not allowed to approach His Majesty, and they usually salute from a distance when they see him.

  The **** put the flowers on the table. The rows of flowers looked very pleasant in the middle of winter.

  Inside the bedroom, a wall shelf was set up, holding beautiful boxes one by one.

   are all hidden rouge.

  The eunuchs immediately went out to salute when they heard the sound of the emperor returning to the palace outside the door.

  In the heavy snow, Xin Wu held an oil-paper umbrella and stood behind the man expressionlessly.

  Lu Xinglan's expression was indifferent, and he was wearing a black cloak. The years had not left many marks on his face.

  It is some sparse gray hair hidden in the hair.

  Ten years have made him more calm, introverted, and ruthless.

  Xin Wu raised his eyes and saw the few strands of white hair in his hair. He was silent for a while, but couldn't say any words of advice.

   These gray hairs are still too early for Lu Xinglan's age.

  But thinking of all these years, he lived with the mentality of killing himself.

   I feel again...the gray hair is too little.

  The body almost looks like he is tossing himself so much, not to mention the white hair, the corpses are all in the grave.

   That is to say, Lu Xinglan had been in the frontier in his early years, and his body had been worn out with a toughness.

  (end of this chapter)