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For thirteen years, the emperor was intoxicated with the imperial harem and ignored the imperial government. The rebel army took the opportunity to rebel and the corpses were scattered all over the place.

The Emperor had ordered the rebellion against the rebel army. He did not wish for the Six Forces to mutiny, and only when the Emperor had executed the Demon Queen Zhao did he decide to send his troops.

A beauty in the martial arts world could not have two sides.

On the platform, the emperor's eyes flashed with pain. Facing the million soldiers, he said in a hoarse voice, "I was bewitched by the spirit demon and disregarded the political affairs of the empire. "Now that I have finally come to terms with my mistake and executed the demoness, I will return a clear and bright sky in the Tang Dynasty!"

Millions of soldiers below the stage raised their arms and shouted, "Kill the demoness! Kill the demoness!"

For a time, the crowd's emotions were boiling as waves of them expressed their rage and passion.

Zhao Lingyi could not help but sneer. The death of King Zhou was Zhao Lingyi's fault. It was Bao Si's fault that the Netherworld King had died. If a woman could not be reinstated, and if the other was in the palace, why would they need a woman to carry the burden if they made a mistake?

Her black hair fluttered in the wind. Her charming high voice carried a trace of helplessness and ridicule, and more importantly, ridicule, "When I heard the news from the depths of the palace, the charred ground outside Sovereign King City. A million soldiers have been disarmed, and not a single one of them is a man. "

It wasn't a man to blame women.

Cheng Boyong, as a man, applauded her words. But as marshal of war, he was responsible for his king.

The Emperor's crimes had to be shouldered by someone. Imperial Concubine Zhao was the head of the harem and the best target.

He looked away to show his respect before giving the simple command, "Kill him instantly."

Blood splattered everywhere.

The executioner swung his sword and sliced off the plain clothes along with the flesh. Fresh blood splattered on his face, making it look even more sinister.

The knife spun around in his arm and gouged out a flower of blood.

Zhao Ling Yi bit his lips until they bled. He was unconscious, but he was woken up by the pain.

Every piece of meat was cut off by scraping their bones. If one looked down, they would still be able to see the sparkling and translucent bones of their legs.

The emperor was in pain. Although he had a lot of internal pets, he still liked Zhao Lingyi the most. Tears welled up in the cowardly young man's eyes. He didn't even dare to look at her as he lowered his head and prayed, "Lingyi, don't blame me. Don't blame me."

He was so selfish, so painful, and yet so hateful.

He might as well not hate him.

The man he decided to love, even if it was a wrong love, he couldn't blame anyone else.

"I don't blame you. No matter how you look at me or how you treat me, it doesn't matter."

Her face was pale, and her hair was broken and soaked in cold sweat. She had bitten her lips so hard that they were covered in blood, and blood flowed down her mouth, fusing into the blood. She was like a red flower hidden within a group of peonies, tainted by the cold wind and weakened, yet she still stubbornly displayed her last bit of elegance: "I love you, but it has nothing to do with you."

It didn't matter if he didn't have it, or if he lost it all. Even if the night was endless, it still belonged to him and would not bring light to the sky.

The Emperor moved his lips. Above everyone else, he was destined to never respond to such feelings. He is cowardly, cruel, pampered, and loveless. But he was a man, a man who moved.

He grabbed the executioner's blade and stabbed into his heart. Blood gushed out, splashing all over his face, making him look like a demon that came out of hell. His tears fell from his eyes and he said in a trembling voice, "My heart loves you."

He did like it, but this type of liking was not as important as the throne or his life.

Zhao Lingyi knew what was going on. She smiled and spat out a mouthful of blood, "Again."

I also want to hear "I love you".

Then, she really stopped loving him. Stubbornness like her, for all her life, was only this tragic love.

It was too painful.

The luster in her eyes dimmed as she struggled to survive in the mud. She thought that she had managed to grab onto the lifesaving tree, but in the end, the other party was nothing but straw.

She sank deep into the swamp. It was dark without a trace of her corpse.

He was finally dead.

She was free.

Cheng Boyan's heart was heavy as he stared at the shattered woman. There was a rare emotion on his face.

Due to his solemn expression, the Emperor was filled with fear. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Although it's not a full thousand blades, I know my wrongs. Will you send troops?"

Cheng Boyong acted as if he did not hear anything. He pulled out the military knife he was wearing and hacked at the flagpole. The corpse fell to the ground, and he took off his clothes, wrapping them around Zhao Lingyi.

"Say something!" the Emperor screamed.

Imperial Father was a puppet of the Cheng family. He was a small puppet born of a large puppet. He had had enough, had had enough!

Uncle Cheng said in a low voice, "This official has given his orders."

This woman was tough, courageous, and adept at everything. It was just that she didn't have a good impression of men.

He felt slightly regretful. Just as he was about to get up, the sky and earth were suddenly covered in dense black clouds. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Only the helpless executioners and the three charred corpses were left behind.

"..."

"Water …" His throat was dry.

The air was completely cut off from the outside.

Zhao Lingyi subconsciously struggled. He bent his fingers and fiercely grabbed. The man was in pain and let go of his hand.

She flipped over and sat up, her throat felt as if it was on fire. She could only take deep breaths while staring at the person before her who wanted to strangle her.

It was a woman in her forties. She wore a brocade dress that made her skin look darker. The fine lines at the corner of her eyes were like ink that couldn't be melted. Her eyes were bloodshot and filled with madness. It was extremely terrifying.

She cried out in surprise, "Mother!"

In the next moment, he noticed that his voice was as tender as a young girl's. His hands were tender and delicate, and did not have the scar left behind when he blocked a saber for the Emperor.

The four walls were decorated in the same way as when he was a girl. The calligraphy and paintings on the walls were old, and the books on the table were still open, ready to be viewed at any time.

The ink inside the square Plum Blossom Stone had dried up, as if blood had formed scabs. Even the white hibiscus in the bottle was harvested yesterday. It was a natural beauty. Although its roots were broken, it still had a fresh and fresh flavor to it.

It was just that there weren't even a single servant girl. It was so empty that there was no sign of human life. It was terrifyingly quiet.

He quickly glanced in the dressing mirror and saw himself in the mirror. He was young and hadn't experienced any hardships, yet he still had the charm of a young girl. There was a trace of ignorance and confusion on his forehead, making him look especially innocent. His pale face was like snow that was spotless, and only his eyes were bright and terrifying.

"How did you survive? You have been in a coma for two days, how can you not die! " Gongsun Grandmaster suddenly rushed forward and pinched Zhao Lingyi's neck. His red lips looked as if they were smeared with blood as he opened his mouth wide to give her a fatal blow, "You fell into the water with Qing Er. Why are you still alive after Qing Er left? He's only fourteen years old, and yet he still hasn't stopped his spirit. He was even able to bury his ancestors' graves, so he was buried a long time ago! "

Zhao Lingyi was astonished, astonished that she had been reborn. He was even more astonished that Zhao Shiqing had died.

He was the only son of the Gongsun Clan, the sole son of the Zhao Clan. He was spoiled to the point that he had no skills at all. What he loved to do the most was to tease his little sister. This time, Zhao Ling Yi was pushed into the water, and he slipped and fell.

In his previous life, Zhao Shiqing had fallen into the water, but he was still alive and kicking. Later on, he was full of poison and relied on the fact that when he was being pampered, he could live more elegantly than anyone else.

But after his rebirth, he actually died.

Zhao Lingyi suddenly remembered something he used to say when his concubine was still alive.

The butterfly flapped its wings, causing a typhoon to blow from a great distance.

She touched the bruise on her neck and asked with great difficulty, "So, mother wants to kill me?"

Lady Gongsun gave a strange smile and released her hand. She said disdainfully, "How can that be? You are only the concubine born of that slut, Lady Xiao, because such a lowly person like you has tarnished my reputation, how could you not be a joke? "

As she walked out, she exclaimed, "Someone's coming! Miss has been pestered by a water ghost and is trying to strangle herself!"

Zhao Lingyi sneered. He really had a good plan. He was planning to torture Ye Xiwen while he was trapped by the Nightmare.

As she left, the servant girl standing guard outside looked anxious. She pulled Zhao Lingyi and said with tears in her eyes, "Miss, Miss, can you still recognize this servant? Madam did not allow this servant to guard the Young Miss, this servant is useless! "

Zhao Lingyi smiled, "Yan Fei, don't be afraid."

He was afraid of her, so how could he kill her?

Yan Fei shook his head with tears in his eyes and said firmly, "This servant is not afraid. Wherever Miss is, this servant is not afraid of anything."

Whether it was in the palace or the mansion, Yan Fei was a loyal person who accompanied him through the most difficult years of his teenage years.

The Zhao family was a young and inexperienced family. Zhao Zhizhan was able to marry the Gongsun family, so he treated his wife with great respect. The Gongsun family became a woman that everyone envied, and the only drawback was that they didn't have a son even after ten years. In the eleventh year of their marriage, Zhao Zhizhan finally took in his beautiful aunt.

This was regarded as a great humiliation by Gongsun family. After giving birth to her son, they began to do everything they could to degrade the aunt, causing people to die of depression. Then, they stretched out their Demon Claw to them, and seeing that they were unable to escape, the Emperor brought her into the palace, thus escaping this calamity.

It could be said that the Emperor was the only light within that darkness.

Now that the light was gone, the surroundings were completely dark. Luckily, she had adapted to the endless abyss.

"Help me get my makeup done. There will be a good show later on."

Zhao Lingyi struggled to get up and put on the jadeite crepe dress before sitting in front of the dressing mirror. The person in the mirror looked like a female ghost with dry long hair.

The redness on her face could not hide her fatigue. Her slender eyes were devoid of any luster, and it was deathly silent. "I was foolish in the past. I always hid when I was in danger, but I couldn't hide."

Only by killing the one who had created the danger would they be able to end the battle once and for all.

This was a person who had died once before, a person who had gained valuable experience in life.

Yan Fei revealed a worried expression. "Will the Madam imprison the little miss? After all, the old master has never paid any attention to the matters of the backyard …"