The bedroom of Shouxian Palace.

The strong wine in the pot was poured into the bronze wine, forming an amber water line. King Zhou drank it and signaled Haoran to add more.

Daji excused her physical discomfort and left the Shouxian Palace without saying when she would come back. Only Haoran knew that Daji must have been extremely sad and heartbroken when she suffered such humiliation on her wedding night and touched the fox fur made of the furs of her descendants. After being cut with a knife, he went to find a remote place and cried loudly. From then on, he formed a deep hatred with Bigan Huang Feihu.

Haoran sympathized in his heart and looked at the fox fur. Even Daji could no longer be in the mood to serve King Zhou. He immediately no longer wanted to leave, so Quan should give Daji a chance to mourn. He took the wine glass and picked some with King Zhou. Let’s talk casually about the wedding banquet customs of later generations. I hope that I can get King Zhou drunk and everything will be fine that night.

King Zhou was slightly drunk and asked: "It's such a ridiculous thing to take off the red hijab. Doesn't the groom have to wait until the wedding night to know the appearance of the bride?"

Haoran nodded and replied with a smile: "I haven't seen this matter before, I only read it from the book."

King Zhou just shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no emotion before marriage, so you just rely on the matchmaker's word to get married. It's really ridiculous."

Haoran laughed again and said: "Get married first, then fall in love. A man can have three wives and four concubines. If he can't fall in love, he can still marry a concubine. But the poor bride complained every night, and the red candles were stopped, so she was left to hang out in the palace. Deep inside the compound..."

Haoran suddenly felt emotional again and said: "After all my tears, I couldn't make dreams come true. I sang in the front hall late at night. My love for my beauty was cut short before I was old. I leaned against the smoked cage and sat there until dawn."

"Since ancient times, there have been many people who have been delayed by forced marriages. Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about it. As a man who rules the world, he is much happier than a woman." Haoran's original intention was to sympathize with Daji, Concubine Huang, and Empress Jiang. , I felt that all the concubines in the harem were the victims of this power struggle involuntarily, and everything was excusable, so I persuaded them in a roundabout way, hoping that King Zhou would change his attitude towards the poor concubines.

King Zhou remained silent. After a while, he asked again: "How do you drink a cup of wine?"

Haoran thought to himself that if Daji came back to the palace after crying bitterly, if King Zhou could give her a few words of comfort and give her a glass of wine, it might be able to relieve her sorrow. He took a glass, filled it with strong wine, put it on the table, and said: "Wait a minute." Now that the Queen has returned, Your Majesty may wish to give it a try." King Zhou held the cup in one hand, and Haoran took King Zhou with his bare hands, imitating how to drink wine from a cup of wine, and put his fingers to his mouth, "Just drink like this."

King Zhou laughed and said: "How can you drink the wine for such a careless person? Come on, let me have a drink first and show it to me."

Haoran had no choice but to take a full glass of strong wine, hold the emperor's arm, and drink it. King Zhou smiled, drank his own glass, and said jokingly: "Now we are married?"

Haoran panted slightly, his throat was burning, and he coughed a few times and said: "Yes, after taking off the hijab and drinking a glass of wine, the ceremony is over and you can get married."

King Zhou nodded and said: "Now that I've had a glass of wine and drank it..." Immediately, he picked up Haoran by the waist, walked to the dragon bed, and laughed and said: "Then let's get married!"

Haoran was overwhelmed by the smell of wine and before he could recover, he suddenly rose into the air, his thoughts were like clouds and fog, and he struggled hard and said: "Your Majesty, don't be joking!" Before he finished speaking, King Zhou placed him heavily on the bed, and then The emperor, smelling of alcohol, rushed forward and pressed Haoran's hand. King Zhou's physical strength was already extremely strong, but Haoran was held down and unable to break free. He was kissed again and he pushed hard with all his strength.

"Your Majesty... wait..." Haoran took a few breaths and crawled towards the inside of the dragon bed, "Your Majesty, the Queen is here..."

King Zhou looked at Haoran, with a smile that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, and said: "Daji will not come back, Gu promised to make her his queen, and she also promised Gu not to disturb Gu's wedding night."

King Zhou teased again: "Tonight, I sealed her queen and penetrated your room. Did Haoran understand?"

The four words "hole in your room" mean that the power of the thunder whip is fully activated, the seven magic weapons appear in the world, and the ten ancient artifacts shine together and overlap in one place, but the effect is just like this. The thunder from the sky hits Haoran's three souls.

The seven souls were smashed into the sky, and my mind went blank. I just wanted to shout to the sky, spit out the three flavors of true fire, and destroy the land of China into coke. Before I could say anything, King Zhou's hot lips smelled of alcohol and spoke again.

He sealed Haoran's lips. After a while, Haoran calmed down in shock and stared blankly at King Zhou.

King Zhou said sternly: "Have you forgotten that Gu and you have the same mind, and now you are going to imitate that hypocritical concubine and pretend to struggle?"

Haoran had no other choice, and King Zhou said again: "It's okay to let you go, but do you want to sit alone and lean on the smoked cage until dawn?"

As soon as these words came out, Haoran was angry and funny. Knowing that no matter how hard he struggled, he could only close his eyes and widen his belt for the emperor. The two hugged each other. King Zhou took the suet oil and applied it on Haoran's buttocks.

, Haoran felt a sense of fear for no reason, and was immediately hugged from behind by King Zhou.

After a long time, King Zhou exhaled and released Haoran's hand. His palm was already wet and slippery. Haoran was so embarrassed that he quickly took a silk cloth and wiped it with haste. King Zhou slowly pulled away and took out a group of people.

Beach white liquid.

King Zhou stretched out his hand again, and the latter shrank under the quilt. King Zhou said: "It's okay, don't hide."

After saying that, he rubbed it gently with his fingers. Haoran didn't know why the emperor did this, his face turned red, and when he raised his eyes, he met Yin Zhou's eyes.

King Zhou blushed and said sternly: "If you don't want your concubine to get pregnant if you stay overnight with your concubine... the palace servants will massage it with your fingers to let... flow out..." His voice gradually became lower, like a mosquito snoring.

Humph. Haoran was greatly embarrassed and looked away. The essence of King Zhou's legacy had slowly flowed out and flowed on the cloth.

King Zhou's hand was just right, and he pressed the thing that Haoran had just released once again and raised its head again, and mocked: "Not enough?"

Haoran said hurriedly: "No, no...you..."

King Zhou threw the cloth out of bed, hugged Haoran in his arms, and said "hmm" in a nasal voice. "Remember to call me to the morning court tomorrow."

Haoran Fang slowly closed his eyes. The embrace was warm and full of security. It was the first time he fell into a dream without any worries.

The battlefield full of carnage and black smoke rushed towards him again. A huge mushroom cloud bloomed over the city. The bright red color was like blood at dusk and like the fire of hell, roaring and destroying the roads. The houses were destroyed like matchboxes.

Rolling up, the panicked cries of human beings became gradually clearer. They were the panic of dying and the fear of facing disaster. There was another loud noise, and the last door was kicked open with force. The cry reached my ears.

"Why are you panicking?" That steady, powerful voice came into his dream. Haoran shrank uncomfortably toward the quilt, and the chaotic thoughts gradually returned to his mind.

"Uncle Bigan was assassinated." Huang Feihu's voice came without any emotion.

King Zhou's body blocked the firelight burning in the palace for Haoran on the bed. Haoran shivered in the shadow, with cold sweat dripping down his head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps again, Huang Feihu stepped forward. King Zhou pulled a corner of the brocade quilt, covered it between his legs, and asked, "Where did you find this sword?"

Huang Feihu was silent for a long time and then replied: "According to Fei Zhong's report, the dagger was brought into the palace by the imperial minister Mo. I will be patrolling outside the palace at the end of the night and saw the emperor's uncle with this sword stuck in his chest and his heart had been gouged out."

King Zhou raised his eyes and did not blame Fei Zhong. He only said: "This sword is indeed a majestic thing. So what?"

Huang Feihu said again: "Before he died, the old prime minister used his fingers to write words on the cloth robe with blood, which was the word 'si'. I know that the ceremony will not stop until the king crowns the queen tonight. However, as the old prime minister is a relative of the emperor, he is also a member of the three dynasties.

Old minister, after hearing this bad news, I also ask your Majesty to go out of the city with Feihu to capture the traitor Haoran."

King Zhou pondered for a moment and said: "This is absolutely not the case."

Several ministers came to the dormitory, including Wei Ziqi, Fei Zhong, You Hun and other powerful ministers. The prime minister of a country was assassinated. This matter was not trivial. When he heard the emperor's words, he was almost shocked at the same time. Huang Feihu stepped forward and said angrily:

"How can I see it!"

King Zhou raised his head, stared at Huang Feihu, and said: "Haoran is going to bed tonight. We will investigate this matter later."

After finishing speaking, he whispered: "Haoran, I can't do it alone."

Haoran sighed softly in the brocade quilt. Seeing that he could no longer hide it, he sat up. When Huang Feihu saw it, he immediately took a step back and said in a trembling voice: "Where is the queen?"

King Zhou did not answer, but said coldly: "Since we have found out that Si Mo has nothing to do with this matter, we will leave."

After the ministers retreated, King Zhou stood up, put on his silk robe, and stood under the dim light, looking at the golden dagger in trance.

There was silence between heaven and earth, except for the soft rustle of the heavy snow outside the window. After a long time, King Zhou finally spoke: "When I was a child, the emperor's uncle used to play with Gu in the imperial garden..."

Haoran knew that King Zhou was extremely sad at this time and needed a way to vent, so he did not say anything and just kept silent. King Zhou continued: "I heard that Taishi often punished the orphans. The whip was so hard and painful that the skin on his shoulders and back was ripped open.

It’s the emperor’s uncle who has repeatedly interceded for me.”

"My father originally wanted to make my brother the crown prince; Bigan, Shang Rong and other senior ministers tried to protect me, saying that a king must..."

"Your Majesty." Haoran interrupted.

King Zhou shook his head and said: "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be the emperor of this troublesome son. I would protect Gu as the crown prince, but the emperor's uncle would have his heart cut out and die."

"Your Majesty!" Haoran said resolutely: "The matter has come to this, the prime minister died in an unknown manner, what we should do is to find out the murderer, what's the use of being weak?"

King Zhou was shocked and replied: "What you said seems to be a bit like the grand master's spirit."

Haoran stood up, wiped the sword clean, and said: "Everyone must die, so the king should not be too sad. Look at the heavy snow, all of it turns into water when spring comes, and it will be like this again in the next year, endlessly. The dead have passed away, and the cycle of life continues.

There is no need to be grudged, you must do something while you are still alive, just to ensure that he does not die unjustly."

King Zhou looked out the window. The endless snow seemed to cover up all the filth in the world. The only one who knew all this was Haoran. However, he never told the truth. Bigan was in the Palace of Eternal Life and wanted to present the congratulatory gift to Daji.

, it was really a plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Daji had his heart ripped out and died outside the Royal Garden, but it was fate, and he couldn't blame himself. In this troubled world, where the gods have used human beings to lay out so many secret chess, when will it end?

Bigan Lingshu stopped at the north gate and was buried six days later. The whole city was covered with linen and mourning. The court officials Li Shu cried till they died. The ten-mile long street was full of people sending each other off, all of them crying. King Zhou and Queen Daji supported him.

The spirit came out and walked dozens of miles straight to the burial place of all the clan members of the past dynasties.

Haoran followed the funeral procession and looked around. The sky and the earth were dark and covered with dark clouds, which seemed to foreshadow the dark future of the Yin and Shang dynasties. There were people talking in his ears, but they were talking about King Zhou's doting on a man.

"I heard that the old prime minister was sentenced to death because he disobeyed the king."

"What are you dissatisfied about?"

"Your Majesty has a new man in the palace who serves as Si Mo. When the old prime minister died, he still had Si Mo's sword stuck in his chest."

"Ignorant people, since the Yellow Emperor unified the world, how can there be any dirty thing about men having sex with men?! I told you, don't make random guesses. The king originally doted on Daji and used a man as a shield..."

"I heard that Daji was transformed by a monster and tricked the king into gouging out the old prime minister's heart."

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people on the roadside were full of horror. They turned around and saw that the man who spread the rumor had hidden himself in the crowd of onlookers. No one could be found, and the rest of the people had dispersed.

No one among the officials spoke to Haoran again. On the night when he was granted the title of Empress, King Zhou favored a man! What Mei Bo Ting said earlier was true. His death by cannon was obviously in vain. King Zhou was indeed a man who did not care about the ancestral ethics.

A foolish king who has done dirty and shameless things. He is afraid that the emperor will accumulate power, and his ministers dare not speak out in anger. Only by looking forward to the day when the imperial master Wen Zhong returns to the court, will he punish the traitors and kill the male favorites, can we persuade you to rein in the situation and solve this problem.

The greatest scandal in the world.

At this time, even Fei Zhong, Youhun and other treacherous officials did not dare to show their kindness to Si Mo. Haoran felt that the surroundings were bustling with people, as if he was in a busy city. However, this noise in the world had nothing to do with him. He felt sad and stood at the foot of the mountain.

After a while, he saw Lingshu lying in the ground. He turned around and left.

Haoran walked along the way, ignoring the funeral procession, and passed a slope. He saw three huts surrounded by fences at the bottom of the slope, and army horses were raised beside them. He unconsciously walked down the slope and touched the seal with the

The official's varnished horse. The skinny horse turned its head and neighed. An old man in the hut said: "Who is that outside the door? Come in and have a cup of tea."

Haoran was thirsty after walking, so he was not polite, so he hung his cloak at the door and walked into the simple thatched hut. He saw an old man wearing handcuffs and shackles, sitting on the couch, like a prisoner. There was air leakage from the four walls of the room.

, the corner of the bed was torn with wadding, but it was filled with reed catkins. Then he turned around and looked at the corner of the house. There was a pot of snow water burning on the charcoal stove on the floor, and a few moldy tea leaves on the table. He was immediately surprised and asked: "My husband,

Are people being imprisoned?”

The old man coughed a few times and said curiously: "My facial features are neat and my brows are upright. I think I have the face of a man who has attained immortality. Why do you stoop to this old man?" After saying that, he got down and went to pick up the boiled snow water.

The shackles jingled. Haoran stretched out his hand to stop it and said, "I'll do it."
To be continued...