In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, it snowed heavily in the capital.

"Your Majesty, you are dead!!" The eunuch wailed, sharp and harsh.

Died? Zhou Jian opened his eyes drowsily on the hospital bed.

What comes into view is a white fox face with pink cheeks and red lips. He is about twenty years old. His skin is pink and white, and it seems that he can squeeze out water. There is a hint of heroism between his eyebrows and eyes. He has a superb temperament and a beautiful country!

But at this moment she was wearing sackcloth and mourning.

Grass……

This is much more beautiful than Technician No. 42 in heaven and earth!

Zhou Jian shouted excitedly in his heart. Just as he was about to get up, his internal organs hurt so much that he grimaced in pain and couldn't move.

Outside the bright yellow tent.

The woman didn't notice the movement inside, her tears had dried, and her jade face was beautiful: "Your Majesty, although you hate me and imprison me in the cold palace, as a couple, I still have to come to see you off for the last time."

"When the rebels enter the palace, I will take revenge and then kill myself here to keep your integrity!"

"I, Qin Huairou, will never live alone!" She clenched her fingers tightly, turning white, and a look of determination appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Zhou Jian was shocked, what a strong woman.

No, where the hell is this?

Memories flashed and he almost fainted! Great Zhou Dynasty, Zijin Palace...

I actually traveled through time!

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, the majestic door was kicked open, and the wind and snow poured into the temple.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple official uniform, a hooked nose, and a wolf-like appearance broke in. He had no sense of dignity, and there was a hint of smugness in the corner of his mouth.

He was the Prime Minister of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, with a crowd of officials behind him.

When the eunuchs and maids saw him, they trembled and backed away in horror. Something was going to happen!!

"Everyone, the emperor has passed away, and the country cannot live without a king for a day!"

"I think it's time to cut the knot with a sharp sword and welcome King Xiaoqing into the palace quickly."

"First ascend the throne and stabilize the world, and then arrange for His Majesty's funeral!"

Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment, his whole body felt cold, and four words popped into his head: plot to usurp the throne!

But his many years as a special forces soldier made him calm down quickly. He did not say anything, but waited and watched for the time being, waiting for an opportunity to act.

"What the Prime Minister said is absolutely true!"

"Your Majesty passed away and had no heirs. Someone must succeed him. Prince Xiaoqing is of royal blood and should inherit the throne." The ministers unanimously agreed.

At this time, the white fox-faced woman wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning in front of the bed stood up and cursed angrily: "A bunch of bastards, how dare you break into His Majesty's palace without permission!"

"Your majesty's body is still cold, so you want to establish a new king. Are you afraid that others won't know about the treacherous plot of you bunch of thieves?"

Song Yuan squinted his eyes with fierce eyes.

Even the emperor died under the carefully woven "net", and this bitch dared to jump out without knowing what was going on.

"Ha! Qin Huairou, you escaped from the cold palace privately, came to His Majesty's bed, and assassinated His Majesty."

"What's the crime?"

Hearing this, others were shocked!

What a big hat, but no one dares to speak for Qin Huairou. The emperor is dead and everything is a foregone conclusion.

Cock!

Dozens of knives were unsheathed and flashed with cold light, surrounding Qin Huairou.

She was not afraid, but turned back to look at the patient with a sad and painful look, and then slowly drew her sword.

The voice was pitiful and pitiful: "Your Majesty, I am sorry for you. I failed to protect this country for you, failed to give birth to an heir, and allowed these treacherous officials and traitors to turn the sun and the moon upside down."

"Wait for me over there, I'll spill my blood here to show the world!"

"I am a member of the royal family, not a weakling!"

Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Song Yuan's eyes, and he said ferociously: "Kick this bitch to death with a knife to avenge Your Majesty!"

"Yes!" dozens of sergeants roared, rushing towards Qin Huairou with murderous intent.

A tragedy is about to happen!

Zhou Jian, who was lying on the hospital bed, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

This woman is his wife in this life. Such a beautiful woman will remain loyal until death. How can he let her die miserably?

Furthermore, a group of men bullied a weak woman.

It is tolerable, but it is unbearable to be mature!

"You bastard, I'm not dead yet!"

"Let me see who of you dares to touch my woman!" He roared twice, like rolling thunder.

Then, stabbing! He tore open the curtain and rushed out barefoot.

In his previous life, he was a special soldier. He was very imposing. Coupled with the imperial temperament of this body, it immediately enveloped the entire Zijin Palace!

Everyone present froze, their pupils widened, and then widened again!

It can fit a duck egg in its mouth.

When Song and Yuan saw this, they were so frightened that they felt guilty about being a thief. They backed away in fear: "Ghost, ghost!!"

"The corpse was faked, Your Majesty faked the corpse!"

"ah!"

"Run!"

Screams broke out everywhere, and the officials were frightened. They immediately became confused and ran away.

Only Qin Huairou, with tears streaming down her face, looked at him with expectation and disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, is it you? Are you really not dead?"

Zhou Jian felt extremely sorry for this woman. He wiped away her tears and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine!"

"My beloved, please don't cry, today I will lead you to a bright future!"

After saying that, he turned and went straight to Song Yuan, the leader of the rebellion.

How could he be captured without hesitation after resurrecting his life? That is not Zhou Jian’s innate strong style!

As a special soldier in his previous life, he knows better than anyone that it takes seven inches to hit a snake!

"Don't come here, kill him quickly, Prime Minister!"

"He is an innocent soul!" Song Yuan fell to the ground in fright, shouting in panic.

"Fuck your eighteenth generation ancestors. You see clearly, I'm not a ghost!" Zhou Jian was furious and slapped him in the face.

Snapped!

"ah!"

He screamed like a slaughtered pig, Song Yuan's teeth were spattered with blood, and his cheeks quickly became red and swollen.

Bang bang!

Zhou Jian kicked him three times in succession, and the cracking sound kept coming, indicating that the bones were cracking!

Although this body is weak, he knows where a person's most vulnerable points are, so his moves are fatal.

"Help...save me!" Song Yuan wailed, rolled and screamed!

Hundreds of people in the hall looked at the scene in horror. The long swords gathered by the soldiers were frozen in the air.

They gradually realized that something was wrong. Your Majesty, this is a living person!

Huge uneasiness enveloped most people, and their backs began to feel cold. Who dared to take action?

On the side, Qin Huairou changed from despair and pain to astonishment, her fox face was full of disbelief!

Is this still the obedient Majesty?

Why are you suddenly so strong and decisive...

Zhou Jian continued to use force and smashed Song Yuan's face. This bitch had a traitorous look on his face. He was not a good guy at first glance, and he didn't know why the original owner trusted him.

Panting heavily, he lifted Song Yuan's hair and dragged it like a dog, making it bloody.

He glared at others angrily: "Everyone kneel down before me. Those who don't kneel down are all accomplices of the Song and Yuan Dynasties!!"

The sound is like thunder, as if there is a tiger hiding inside, which makes people awe-inspiring.

Everyone looked at Song Yuan's tattered face with fear and disbelief.

Bang!

The weapon fell to the ground.

One soldier knelt down in panic, followed by two, three... ten...

Everyone was shocked and knelt down quickly, fearing that they would be like Song Yuan.

If the emperor is not dead, then everything will be different. Even King Xiaoqing will not dare to mess around. If his reputation is not justified, he will be punished by the whole world.

"Huairou, bring me the sword!" Zhou Jian said in a deep voice, with bloodshot eyes.

In his memory, this country was rotten and in turmoil. He had to do something ruthless today, otherwise he would not be able to suppress the conspirators behind it.
Chapter completed!