After King Zhennan was killed, all the military power in his hands returned to Zhao Changyuan.

After his death, he was secretly beaten to death by his royal brother Zhao Yan. It was really too miserable.

Zhao Yan was being pushed in, but suddenly he raised his hand to stop him.

He suddenly looked up at Ning Xi.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The woman who eats vegetarian food and worships Buddha all day long has her red lips tightly closed and is looking at herself with regret on her face.

But why can he hear the woman's voice?

She is obviously the only woman in this house.

Did she get a dream from the Buddha in the temple?

None of this was important. What was important was that he, who had so much power, was actually killed the next year and had his ashes thrown away.

How can this be!

A sharp look flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes.

Ning Xi sat on the wedding bed, looking at the villain she was about to attack.

He thought to himself that even if he escaped Zhao Changyuan's assassination, he might not live long with this disease.

Will she be made a widow this time?

If you become a widow, can you inherit the inheritance of the entire Zhennan Palace?

Zhao Yan, who once again heard Ning Xi's words, his eyes narrowed.

He stared at Ning Xi's face.

Tsk, want to be a widow?

I also want to inherit the legacy of Zhennan Palace.

Is this the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister who has been fasting and chanting Buddha for so many years?

Tacky!

She still dared to think about the foundation she had worked so hard for for more than ten years.

It's interesting to see how many predictions she has.

"Princess, are you so eager to see me?"

Ning Xi saw his eyes sweeping over the red hijab on the corner of the bed and pulled it back, looking panicked.

"Your Majesty, how about I come back and do it again?"

The mouth says this, but the heart is thinking.

Anyway, he didn’t get married voluntarily, so does it make sense whether or not the hijab is lifted?

Is Zhao Yan really as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors say? Is the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber tonight a deliberate attempt to cause trouble?

Zhao Yan's hand that was casually placed on the wheelchair tightened.

A pair of red phoenix eyes revealed a sharp light.

He hadn't felt this angry for a long time.

In an instant, he regained his indifferent expression.

"Princess, what do you think of the garrison military service system advocated by Prime Minister Ning?"

Ning Xi said seriously: "I have been raised in Buddhism since I was a child and don't know anything about the affairs of the court."

But he said in his heart:

Thank you for your invitation, this updated method is specially proposed for you.

The imperial army is stationed in the capital and outer counties, rotating internally and externally, to achieve the goal of commanders and divisions, and ultimately disintegrate the military power in your hands.

It has to be said that Zhao Changyuan and Prime Minister Ning Hongyin had a grand plan to seize power while Zhao Yan was seriously ill, and they really succeeded.

The male protagonist is worthy of being a male protagonist, and the protagonist has a great aura.

Hearing Ning Xi's thoughts, Zhao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Regardless of whether what she said is true or not, it seems that the arrangements for her are going to change.

Originally, he wanted to send her to another hospital and lock her up so as not to delay his great cause, but now.

Zhao Yan raised his eyes, saw her burning eyes, and subconsciously asked.

"Princess, what do you think of this king?"

Ning Xi subconsciously said: "The prince is brave, adept at fighting, and majestic. He is the most heroic person in the entire Zhao Kingdom."

Then he glanced at Zhao Yan's face.

He is indeed the most handsome man in the great Zhao Kingdom, with a handsome appearance.

It's a pity that I couldn't live more than two years, and I'm still very ill now.

So, can their married life still be harmonious?

If you want to go to bed, do you have to move him up yourself?

Zhao Yan noticed that her eyes were wandering around him, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

It is unclear whether I can live another two years.

However, if you dare to speak nonsense again, I can do it now

Zhao Yan rolled his wheelchair in front of Ning Xi, stretched out his hand and pinched her hand on his knee.
Chapter completed!