Chapter 578 The villain is the queen (95)
As soon as Zhou Ye turned around, he suddenly felt an icy cold light piercing him, directed only at the position of his heart.
Without looking back, she knew what Hu Yan's expression looked like at this moment.
Also, after finally getting the throne, before he could taste the overwhelming joy and excitement, he was dragged down in embarrassment. What awaited him was a lifetime of abjection and loneliness. Anyone else would have gone crazy.
Zhou Ye can understand, but if he wants to kill himself, it is impossible.
No matter how boring her life was, she, Zhou Ye, couldn't bear to let others end her life.
So just when the man's ferocious expression was about to turn into success, Zhou Ye, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned around. Before the surrounding secret guards rushed over, he reached out his hand faster and grabbed the knife that was about to pierce his heart. dagger.
Grabbing his wrist, Zhou Ye pulled it back mercilessly.
The sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.
To say that Hu Yan could be considered a man, he just kept silent, and his eyes full of hatred and anger were still staring at Zhou Ye.
It seems that he really hates her so much, so badly, otherwise he wouldn't have such a look.
Zhou Ye glanced at him indifferently, seeing his blood vessel that was about to burst, and then looking at his face filled with overwhelming hatred. At this moment, he probably wanted to leave a mark on Zhou Ye with his eyes. Memories that will last forever.
It's a pity that Zhou Ye still had no expression on his face, he just casually let go of his arm, turned around and left without saying a word.
Not interesting.
Behind him, there was still a pair of eyes staring at him. Hu Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and the huge sense of humiliation completely buried him. In the end, he was still held in Zhou Ye's hands like a puppet. , from beginning to end, he never escaped from her grasp.
At this time, the humiliation of being ignored almost overshadowed the unwillingness to lose the throne.
Ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.
From the beginning to the end, Zhou Ye never regarded him as an enemy. Who was he in her eyes?
"Hehehehe..."
Hu Yan let go of his teeth, and bright red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. At this moment, the light in the man's eyes completely disappeared. He has been a puppet his whole life.
If there is a next life...
Forget it, he doesn't want to meet Zhou Ye again in his next life.
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Wenhe thirty-four years.
The prince and the second prince committed parricide and usurped the throne, but were suppressed by the Queen's troops. The prince and Concubine Liang committed suicide. The second prince was thrown into the imperial mausoleum, stripped of his royal status, and was not allowed to step out of the imperial mausoleum in this life.
At the same time, the turmoil in the north subsided, and the world was without a master, but the country was peaceful and the people were safe.
When the emperor dies, the country cannot live without a king for a day. The queen temporarily takes charge of the affairs of the country and appoints the eleventh young prince as the heir apparent. When he reaches the age of fourteen, he becomes the emperor.
All this happened on a warm spring day.
The soldiers from the northern border returned to Beijing to guard the imperial city.
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In the Yangxin Hall, the palace maid removed the thick door curtains and carpets covering the floor, replaced them with a thin layer of cicada gauze, hung them in front of the door and window, and then lit up the quiet and elegant ambergris, making the entire palace quiet and refreshing. .
In the palace, Zhou Ye, who was wearing a white soft robe, was lying on her side on the beauty's couch. She closed her eyes and slept. She was breathing evenly. The imperial doctor standing beside him gently untied the red silk on the woman's hand, turned around and faced her. The man on the chair said softly.
"Your Majesty, everything is fine, your Majesty, I'm just a little sleepy."
The man sitting on the low chair was facing a game of chess, playing quietly.
(End of chapter)