Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

Old Man Wang won the battle, and Yingzheng was naturally overjoyed, so he almost sang and danced.

Chu State, such a large place, who is not excited about this.

The palace has been in the palace for three days to celebrate the wine, so it is not lively.

Wang Jian was a little worried, he invited me over, and whispered to me: "Child, the eldest father is old, he can't fight, he wants to tell the old man to return to his hometown, send you to such a place, we can't live with you, and you will have one less pillar in the future......" Speaking of this, he lowered his eyelids, "The palace is a place to eat people, you must be more careful." "

I hummed, turned my head to look at the lively banquet, and always felt chills at the thought that the descendants of the heroes who had made great contributions were going to be killed. Wang Lien is Wang Lien, Wang Jian is Wang Qian, Wang Qian's credit has nothing to do with Wang Lien, there is no problem with this, but ...... In this society where you look at your background, you have to give Wang Lien a little face, right? Just looking at the current trend, I'm afraid it's difficult.

Yingzheng is laissez-faire and harmful, of course, maybe this thing is called preference.

I'm a fairy, I understand love, but I don't understand, just let them make trouble.

More than a month later, a large number of Chu women entered the palace, graceful and graceful, tender like water, not to mention Yingzheng, I like it all.

What surprised me was that because of the arrival of these Chu women, Huan Xu seemed to have fallen out of favor.

Just when I thought I wouldn't be hurt and I could relax and play, I got sick.

I don't know what the disease is, but when I got sick, I had a headache and I couldn't breathe.

I suspect it's a lung problem, and I don't get better even after taking light medicine.

After a long time, I began to cough up blood.

When I looked in the mirror, my face turned pale.

It's spring, everything is recovering, but I'm failing.

The sprouts broke through the soil, and I stood at the palace gate, the warm spring breeze blowing in my face, and the wicker fluttering.

In the past few days, I have coughed and become unconscious, but I can still feel the vitality of spring.

I tried my best to prolong my life for a month.

The flowers that once bloomed thousands of purples and reds fell with the wind, scattered into mud.

At night, the rain hits the flowers and leaves, and it also hits my heart.

It's late spring, and the extended life of the spell is running out.

I wrote two suicide notes, one for Fusu and one for Yiqing.

There is no part of the government.

I know how I got sick, and I can't say anything to him. He only deserves to be shut down now.

At the end of my life, I walked slowly in the garden, looking up at the dappled green leaves, the sun was warm, the warblers were chirping, and there was no such beauty in the heavenly palace.

Just as he was thinking about it, he coughed up again, coughing up blood, but he didn't catch his breath at the same time, his eyes closed, and he fell into the brown fallen flowers, and he was silent.

The sound of heavy rain and the panicked noise of the servants were heard.

At this moment, the inner peace is abnormal, and the various organs can be felt to stop.

The soul sighed softly, and the withdrawal will be slowly peeled away.

Hooking my lips and chuckling, I looked at Wang Lien lying quietly in the coffin, caressing her cold cheeks.

"I'll do the rest. "

Looking at the sky, drift sideways. Thousands of miles in the sky, he withdrew and floated into the Haotian Golden Gate Miluo Heavenly Palace and found his physical body.

The

soul was attached, and I suddenly became alert, and my body was damaged.

But it's okay, it's not serious.

After cultivating for a while, he went down to earth again - I haven't started a single account yet.