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How one guest in Mrs. Chu's house controlled his temper and did not throw hot tea on another guest's face is unknown to outsiders.
Jiang Liang was sent away at the inn and fell into sleep again.
The injuries from whipping and kneeling made it difficult for him to lie down on the front and back of the bed. He knelt with the injuries for two days in the severe cold. Although a doctor was watching over him and administered medicine with needles in time, the injuries were still serious.
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The attendant pulled out the spoon with force: "I am in such a hurry to eat and drink, I thought I had no strength."
Afterwards, he was dragged awake, lying on the bed and said: "You have to take medicine and eat to have the strength to live."
The attendant taunted: ¡°I thought you didn¡¯t want to live anymore.¡±
Since you want to live, why do you do such a bold thing?
I ignored his sarcasm, smiled, said nothing, and closed my eyes.
They were said to be followers, but in fact they were the eunuchs who had been with him in Prince Zhao's Mansion since he was a child. Seeing Wei Wei's behavior, the followers couldn't bear to ridicule anymore and sat on the bedside and sighed.
"Brother Ayu," he said, "Do you want to die or live? You work day and night, and you ask everyone to come out to do things. You say you want everyone to live well, but you actually come to provoke Mrs. Chu and Mrs. Chu. Your Majesty, did you know that at that time Mrs. Chu would be able to chop off your head and give it to Your Majesty?"
Wei Wei¡¯s original name was A Yu. When he heard this name that he hadn¡¯t mentioned for a long time, he sighed.
"Don't call me this anymore." He said, "My name is Wei now. If my wish is not fulfilled, this life will be unfulfilled."
He stretched himself out and changed his position to relieve the pain of the wound.
"The reason why I dare to say this is that I guessed that Mrs. Chu would not cut off my head, and Mrs. Chu did not have that much respect for Your Majesty."
The attendant was startled and stretched out his hand to hold his mouth: "If you get beaten again, you really won't be able to survive."
He smiled and said nothing.
This is scary, but it is the truth. From the moment he found out that Mrs. Chu held the Emperor's Seal but did not hand it over to the new emperor, he had an unfulfilled ambition in this life.
The attendant felt that his smile was more scary than his words. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you hate King Lu?"
Jiang Liang also asked this question just now, but there was no answer. At this time, the entourage asked again, and he said: "I don't hate him, I am not willing to accept it. I am not willing to let King Zhao die like this. I am not willing to accept it."
His voice and expression were not terrible, but his hands gripped the mattress tightly, and blood oozed from the freshly wrapped wound on his back, blooming like a flower.
The attendant held him down in fear and lowered his voice: "His Highness's death has nothing to do with King Lu. You can't hate him just because King Lu is alive and His Highness is dead! You are being unreasonable!"
He smiled and said: "There are so many truths in this world. God allowed King Zhao to die and King Lu to live. If you want to blame God, just blame God."
The entourage threw him on the bed: "You are really crazy! What can you do if you do this? Your Highness will not survive."
He fell on the bed, the wound bleeding even more, and he was about to faint from the pain, but he didn't faint. What could he do if he did this? He doesn't know either, he just wants to
This world should belong to King Zhao. If King Zhao can¡¯t get it, King Lu can¡¯t get it either!
Can¡¯t you think about this? Is this crazy? What's so crazy about this? Even Ankang Mountain can claim the title of emperor, and the world has gone crazy!
At the end of the day, he was lying on the bed, with his hair disheveled, laughing like a real madman.
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Mrs. Chu punished a Yizhou prefect by throwing a stone into the lake on Huainan Road to cause ripples.
But it was just a ripple, and the ripples soon dissipated.
The civilian men recruited by the Dao Yamen cleaned the streets several times, and the remaining blood stains disappeared, and the incident disappeared in the hearts of the people.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the New Year is getting closer and closer. New Year¡¯s goods, spending winter, starting spring, farming, selling goods, buying cattle and sheep, etc., occupy the hearts of the people, and daily life is busy and complicated.
Mrs. Chu just fined an official, what does it have to do with them? This is still a good thing. Mrs. Chu is upright and strict Well, Mrs. Chu is not upright, just strict. In this world, you can't ask for more. too much.
The longer the ripples ripple in the hearts of the officials, and Mrs. Chu is strict but not very honest, the matter will not be so terrible.
We must not make mistakes in state affairs, lest we offend Mrs. Chu. We must also think carefully about whether there has been anything that offended Mrs. Chu in the past.Go into battle and kill the thief yourself.
Mrs. Chu was never afraid of danger, so she patrolled Huainan Road in a carriage and on horseback.
Her carriages and horses were decorated with jewels and painted with colorful auspicious clouds, as if they were flying down from the sky.
Mrs. Chu State really came from the sky. People in a village in Dou County saw it with their own eyes. They were robbed by bandits and they begged and prayed to the sky. Then that night there was thunder and lightning and heavy rain poured down. Mrs. Chu State was wearing a Colorful clothes fell from the sky.
The old man pulled the wooden monk and said sincerely: "There is no better place than ours. As long as you are willing to work, you can live as before. Stay. There is no temple in our village, but tell Li Zheng that we can build one." Just one."
Although I thought there were a lot of refugees at first, now people everywhere are complaining that there are not enough people and are asking for people. The village chief said that whoever can attract refugees will be given an extra field.
Monk is also a human being and cannot be let go.
The old man was slobbering and dancing as he spoke, intent on keeping this passing monk in exchange for a bite to eat.
Monk Mu listened quietly and patiently. There was no curiosity on his face, nor did he ask questions, but it made people want to tell him more involuntarily.
When the old man finally took a breath and stopped, he nodded and spoke.
"Where is your son?" he asked.
The old man¡¯s cheerful face darkened and he looked deep into the morning mist.
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The sun rises, the mist disperses, and a temple on the highest point of the hill appears between heaven and earth.
The colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and the incense on the temple seemed to be endless.
This incense comes from a huge incense burner in front of the temple, which is full of fragrant wax.
The old man took out a handful of incense from the cow dung frame and threw it in. Following the rising smoke, he shouted: "Yangdan'er, I'm here to see you."
The cigarette swayed in the wind, and the old man smiled with satisfaction, as if he had received a response.
"My son's name is inside." He said to the wooden monk standing next to him. "One wall inside is full of names, and the names of the soldiers who died in the battle are all engraved on it. In addition to us coming to worship, the government also worships regularly. Plenty of incense.¡±
? ? ? ?He chuckled again when he said this.
"I don't know if my Yang Dan will become a god in heaven or if he will be reborn as a good fetus."
Monk Mu walked past the curls of cigarettes, stepped up the steps, and walked into the temple. He faced a dark wall with dense red words on it. They were names one after another, some with first names and surnames, and some with only first names. There is no surname, and some do not have serious names. They are just casual nicknames. Even though they are nicknames, they are also engraved on them
The red characters on the black wall rushed towards him in a dark and condescending manner. Monk Mu closed his eyes.
"Master, you can stay here. Although this is not a temple, there is incense and you can chant sutras to save these warriors." The old man's voice rang in his ears, filled with joy.
Monk Mu opened his eyes and looked at him: "Your son is dead, why are you still so happy?"
The old man was startled and smiled: "Because my son died well. Although he died, he allowed more people to live, so that me and his wife and children could have something to support. In this troubled world, if it weren't for that time, A soldier will die when he dies, how can he be as glorious as he is now."
Speaking of this, he sighed softly.
"Mrs. Chu is truly a fairy."
Monk Mu corrected him: "No, Mrs. Chu is an evil ghost." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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