The First Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty-Five Chapters Domineering Female Emperor vs Calamitous Minister (One Hundred and Five)

1743. Chapter 1743 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (105)

I don't know what I thought of, but the steward smiled: "It's okay, you will know later, a new beast has arrived today, why don't you all play?"

The boy who was kicked in the stomach obviously didn't know what kind of situation he was about to face. He covered his stomach in pain and his face was pale, but he still stared at the steward with resentment in his eyes, and cursed constantly in his mouth.

The steward sneered, picked up the whip next to him and swung it a few times: "Can't be a man? It's okay, I'll teach you, anyway, in the end, you can't even be a man."

The whip was scorching hot on his body, and the naughty boy couldn't help rolling on the ground, screaming in pain, all hatred and dignity were thrown behind his head, he kept begging for mercy, and the only thing he got was a sneering look from the steward...

In the Colosseum, they were watched as beasts fight like slave toys.

The panic in the young man's eyes was almost condensed into reality, and he kept screaming for help, only to get laughter from the dignitaries and nobles sitting in the seats.

Seeing that he was about to be bitten off his throat, but was dragged to the ground and taken out, life is better than death.

Boys used to cut their vocal cords naively and cruelly, but now, the price finally fell on themselves.

The boy seemed to be in a trance, seeing those cats and dogs who had been abused, those crazy resentful expressions...

Outside the dim and low Colosseum,

The eyes are all benevolent white snow, it always seems to be so tolerant, able to cover up all the filth and filth in the world, leaving only pure and pure white.

Bright sunlight refracted from the sky, illuminating the earth.

The breeze blew, the wind chimes hanging in front of the door rang crisply, the kites in the sky were broken, and the birds chirped carefree,

Between heaven and earth, bright and magnanimous,

Like nothing happened, like nothing has ended.

In the two hundred and sixty-one years of Xiyun Kingdom,

The queen died in the fire, and the court was in chaos, and then the prime minister alone controlled the government.

There is a saying in the world: when the prime minister of the dynasty has power and power, he is ruthless and cold-hearted, and no one dares to provoke him.

Time turns, everything is empty,

Another winter,

The plum trees in the courtyard were blooming just right, and the scorching red branches of the branches were reflected in the overwhelming white snow, just like the man smiled like a flower back then.

Jun Zhan sighed, he stood alone in the yard, silently watching the plum blossoms in the snow, the snow fell on his shoulders, he seemed to be integrated with the snow and ice, and became a pale and silent statue of ice and snow .

Jun Zhan stretched out his hand,

Cold fingertips brushed the white snow on the plum blossoms, and the snowflakes fell to the ground.

This plum tree was cultivated by himself little by little, never by the hands of others.

He remembered that when she came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to plant plum trees, it was only blocked by his fluttering words.

The branches she brought were also abandoned there.

——Your Majesty's love is so cheap.

- So, can you stop pestering me all the time?

- You are not annoying, I am.

- What, are you angry?

-I'm not telling the truth?

——If your Majesty has nothing to do in the future, there is no need to come back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

so,

Later, she really did not come to the Prime Minister's Mansion again.

Since then, there is no connection.

only,

It was her who left, and his heart was taken away.

Even now he personally went to that plum blossom town, brought back a few branches with all his heart, and carefully watered and cultivated them, it was not the case anymore.

There should always be something to look forward to, otherwise, what will happen to the three hundred and sixty-five days of this year.

Waiting for a tree to bloom, waiting for the man's leaves to return.

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