After wearing the book, I became the general's writer Bai Yueguang

Chapter 133 Redemption
Uh...it is naturally written in the book, no accident, after half a year, Yu Wenjun will be made queen.

But these cannot be elaborated with her.

Seeing that He Musheng hesitated, Yu Wenjun's face darkened, "Why, are you talking nonsense?"

"What I said is true," He Musheng responded hastily, but then added, "Destiny is fluid, and nothing is absolute."

After hearing this, Yu Wenjun straightened his back slowly, "In that case, let's do the divination again."

He Musheng wants to cry but has no tears!
She had no choice but to take out the tarot cards from the storage box of the system, and while fiddling with them, Yu Wenjun sat beside her.

"Crows are as black as the world, and men are even more so."

As soon as these words came out, He Mucheng immediately frowned, "Your Majesty and the noble concubine treat each other like guests, Ah Yan looks at her very enviously..."

What she said was true, although Sima Shao was a bit stubborn, but when he was poisoned that day, Yu Wenjun was by his side, and He Mucheng was very impressed by his soft-spoken appearance.

Seeing her serious expression, Yu Wenjun smiled helplessly, "When you get married, you will know that old love can never be worth new love."

Speaking of this, he slowly raised his lips, that graceful and luxurious face was so stubborn, so stubborn that He Musheng caught a trace of possessiveness in it...

He Mucheng's cheeks blushed!
Seeing this, Yu Wenjun relaxed a bit, and she murmured to herself, "You like him, and he likes you, so good, so good..."

He Musheng slowly put away the tarot cards and walked out of the threshold.

Seeing that she was silent, Sima Shao strode forward, stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's shoulder, "Ayan, tell me, what should I do?"

Having said that, his eyes were already stained with bloodthirsty light.

"Although Zhou Zha offered the stone city to surrender to Wang Dun before, which made me very unhappy, but the Yixing Zhou family is also a force. If I can use it properly, it can be regarded as a sharp sword against Wang Dun. Who would have thought that this The old man actually joined hands with Shen Chong to impeach him, but I dare not say a word, how long will I have to endure this useless life!"

He Musheng stepped forward in doubt, and just about to enter the palace door, he heard a "bang", and the tea set was shattered under her feet.

Even when she took the initiative to be intimate with Ji Yunyuan, she couldn't reach his lips...

She should love Sima Shao deeply, right?
In a daze, Yu Wenjun turned his head and smiled decently at He Musheng, "Nanshi Ayan, let's go."

Thinking of this, He Musheng chuckled, and said obediently, "Your Majesty is so angry that when you catch that old man, you will kill him with your own hands, how about it?"

Yu Wenjun pointed suspiciously at the nearest card.

"Hmph, I will definitely behead this old man for public display! At that time, I will hang his head on the Zhuque Bridge, so that everyone in the world can see what will happen if you betray my Sima family!"

He Musheng thought, after the last trip to Wuchang, the young emperor obviously regarded her as a confidant, that's why he was so genuine in front of her. camouflage.

This sentence is obviously complaining...

The noon sun was just right, and the light slanted along the eaves and projected onto her shoulders. At that moment, He Musheng only felt that the splendor and light on her body seemed to return instantly!

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard hurried steps outside the hall, and she didn't stand still until the door of the hall. The other party hurriedly called, "Your Majesty, your majesty has sent someone here."

He Mucheng opened it, pretending to be deep and said, "No accident, after half a year, the imperial concubine will be able to sit firmly in the back seat."

He Mucheng mouthed angrily, "Concubine, please choose one."

Along the way, the angel's steps were a little hasty, He Musheng could only trot and follow behind him, and couldn't help complaining about Nanyan's height in his heart.

She took a step back subconsciously, suppressing the scream that was about to come out, and seeing Sima Shao glaring at her, she lowered her head in panic, "Your Majesty, calm down..."

After saying this, before Yu Wenjun could respond, the angel had already greeted him.

What Sima Shao said was not just words, there was a description in the book that Sima Shao dug up Wang Dun's body and beheaded it to the public, and Wang Dun's head was really hung in the south of Zhuque Bridge. Dry.

This body is indeed a bit petite.

Yu Wenjun adjusted his luxurious clothes, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to open the door of the palace.

This is the Yu Wenjun she met for the first time, and this is the Empress Mingmu who is so vividly portrayed in the book.

The angel said calmly, "General Ji is waiting for the girl in the carriage outside the palace. After His Majesty finishes asking, he will send the girl out of the palace."

Seeing Sima Shao approaching slowly, He Musheng retreated instinctively. Just when the atmosphere between the two was approaching the critical point of ambiguity, the light at the gate of the palace was suddenly blocked by someone.

When passing by Yu Wenjun's side, she paused in her footsteps, and reminded in a low voice, "Concubine, please spend more time with the little prince, if he grows up among women, he will be easily poisoned by sex and alcohol."

At that moment, He Musheng suddenly felt pity for her. This woman she admired was afraid of being humiliated during the Su Jun Rebellion, so she personally ended her short but beautiful life.

Having said that, she looked vigilantly at He Musheng, who was busy with her fingertips, "Are you going to marry Ji Yunyuan?"

Speaking of this, Sima Shao's voice was a little hoarse, "Your appearance is like a ray of sunshine suddenly cast in a dark dry well. You are my salvation!"

He Musheng thought that Sima Shao was probably interrupted by Shen Chong when he was discussing with Ji Yunyuan, and Ji Yunyuan listened to her previous advice and did not participate too much in the discussion of government affairs, which caused the young emperor to suffer internal injuries.

An ominous premonition immediately rose in He Musheng's heart.

A sudden discomfort rose in her heart.

But He Musheng began to feel chills from the bottom of his heart...

At this time, most of Sima Shao's anger had subsided. Seeing that He Musheng was stunned and silent, he joked with a smile, "Ah Yan, don't be afraid, you are my man, so I will naturally treat you like a bosom friend."

Sima Shao's hand stopped in the air, he was still immersed in the sullenness just now, so he didn't care about it.

Yu Wenjun, why is she so concerned about her marriage?
Seeing her in a daze, Yu Wenjun asked again displeased, "How long will it take?"

He Mucheng shook his head, and distanced himself without any trace.

Speaking of this, He Musheng reminded again in a low voice, "The noble concubine should not reveal it to others, after all, the queen conferment is His Majesty's wish, if he has a rebellious heart, his fate may change."

Her face is so peaceful, her bearing is so graceful, as if the worry about gains and losses just now has never appeared.

"Girl, don't keep His Majesty waiting."

Having said that, he slowly let go of his big palm, and stood with his hands behind his back, "You saved me, and I will miss you for the rest of my life, Ah Yan, do you know? At that time, I was infected with the plague and was alone in the dark cave, alone and helpless..."

Thinking of this, He Musheng asked casually, "Angel, where is General Ji now?"

Sima Shao's expression froze!
He hurriedly stepped down from the high platform, with a worried expression on his face, "Ayan, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

How to do?She dared not point fingers at how to do it!
Sima Shao just wanted to seek comfort from her.

That's why he was so anxious to summon himself.

This...is he going to meet Sima Shao alone?

While thinking about it, the two had arrived at the main hall, and the angel stopped after making a "please" gesture.

He Musheng turned his head suddenly.

At that moment, her heart felt like falling into the bottom of a deep lake, and even her breathing was suffocated with despair.

Not far from the threshold, stood a woman dressed as a concubine, who was holding a tray with a steaming bowl of ginseng soup.

Through the steaming mist, He Musheng could see clearly that that face was [-]% similar to his own!

(End of this chapter)