Li Quancheng had a dream. He dreamed of a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe and a sinister horse face who was enthroning the throne. This was the second time he saw him. Li Quancheng felt more and more that she looked a bit like Wu Zetian. He couldn't help but sigh, this woman
She looks so much like a man. Why did Qin Shihuang like her so much back then...
What? Aren’t you Wu Zetian?
Damn it! If it weren’t for Wu Zetian, you’d be a fool!
What? Are you Zhu Yuanzhang? Why does this name feel so familiar?
Do you want to establish the Ming Dynasty?
Are you stupid? The Song Dynasty has not yet been destroyed, and the Yuan Dynasty has not yet been established. You want to establish the Ming Dynasty? Do you think I, Li Quancheng, am a novice in history? I just have a bad memory. If I get serious, what will happen to China for five thousand years?
have no idea?
What? The Song Dynasty is about to fall? You, you, you, stop, because if the Song Dynasty falls, it won't be your turn to be the emperor. Don't you know it's shameless to jump in line? You get down, I get up!
"Sir, did you call me?"
At this time, a middle-aged man with a ragged beard and a foul smell ran over, rubbing his hands together, looking at the dragon throne behind Li Quancheng with an eager look. Li Quancheng was dumbfounded, who are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about?
Have you ever been called?
The bearded man said with a flattering smile: "My lord, I am Kublai Khan. You see, according to the regulations, if the Song Dynasty falls, I will be the one to succeed. You see... you just said that jumping in line is shameless, little
I sincerely agree... Can you please come down first and let me sit up..."
Li Quancheng was furious, slapped the guy who claimed to be Kublai Khan against the wall, looked around, and shouted arrogantly: "With me, Li Quancheng, the Song Dynasty can still fall, and the Song Dynasty will not fall, who dares to say
I jumped in line? Did you drink too much Sanlu milk?"
"What, your Mongolian grassland is pure natural, pollution-free, green and healthy milk? One pound of milk a day, healthy Mongolians? Okay, okay, your pasture belongs to me!" Li Quancheng grabbed the dumbfounded man aside.
Zhu Yuanzhang took off his dragon robe in a few seconds and put it on himself. In an instant, Li Quancheng felt that he seemed much more handsome. When he looked again, Li Quancheng's eyes suddenly emitted thousands of watts of incandescent light - good guy,
This dragon robe is an antique!
Looking at it again, it was even more incredible. Li Quancheng found that in front of him was a big glittering chair. It was made entirely of gold, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, and it was beautifully carved. Li Quancheng was so discerning that he recognized it at a glance. It was in the Forbidden City in Beijing.
There is also a chair like this in the museum. This fucking chair is really a dragon chair!
Without bothering to identify which dynasty the dragon robe belonged to, since he was wearing it anyway and could be identified at any time, Li Quancheng let out a wolf howl, rushed forward, and lay down directly on the dragon chair - wow - it was so comfortable!
At this time, a woman in palace clothes walked slowly over, with a soft smile on her face, affectionate eyes, and looked at Li Quancheng affectionately. It was Xia Jing, the granddaughter of Professor Xia, and Li Quancheng suddenly felt like he was in heaven.
Most of the bones were crispy, but the other half was extremely hard. Li Quancheng patted his thigh and said with a mean smile: "Jing'er, sit here!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Jing'er smiled leisurely and slowly sat next to Li Quancheng. Li Quancheng's hand immediately hugged Jing'er's belly... Hey - why do you have fat?
Lu Xiufu's face turned pale, his legs were weak, and his body was stiff. He looked at the white-bearded old doctor who was treating the black charcoal hero with a look of help. The old doctor gave Lu Xiufu a fierce look and said with a stern expression.
The look in his eyes stopped Lu Xiufu, and Lu Xiufu burst into tears, crying sadly: "For my great Song Dynasty, I will not hesitate to be broken into pieces, not to mention the mere sexual intercourse!"
But it was said that Li Quancheng put his hand around Jing'er's lower abdomen, and unexpectedly discovered that Jing'er had abdominal fat... One circle, two circles, three circles... Li Quancheng shivered and did not dare to continue counting, scumbag hands
Go up and continue exploring...
Lu Xiufu is really about to cry. Who is this person? How did he touch my chest? My chastity and my late days...
And Li Quancheng was about to cry. He was so moved that he wanted to cry, and he was so excited that he wanted to cry. There are poems to prove it: "That night, you didn't reject me. That night, I hurt you. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today, and I finally dreamed about it for a long time.
Turning the dream into reality... Li Quancheng's heartbeat quickened, and he slowly touched Jing'er's breasts with his cheap hands - ugh - how are they flat? No, Jing'er's breasts are not big, but they are still very impressive. Why?
Now it's flat? Uh-this is the ribs...one rib, two ribs and three ribs...
The white-bearded old doctor breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Master Zuo, this hero is in good health and has a strong pulse. He is not seriously injured. As for the fact that he is not awake yet, it is because he is overworked. Let him
Just sleep until you wake up naturally!”
Lu Xiufu cried, hero, what is your hobby? Why did you touch my chin again...
"Master Prime Minister, please be patient. For the sake of the Song Dynasty, you will sacrifice your life. Let this hero do whatever he wants. This will be conducive to his recovery..."
The white-bearded old doctor had a look of sympathy in his eyes. Lu Xiufu's eyes were focused, showing a tragic look. He nodded fiercely and said resolutely: "Don't worry, old man, for the sake of the people of the Song Dynasty, I, Lu Xiufu, will be sacrificed."
, I, Lu Xiufu, will definitely save thousands of our compatriots... I will definitely..."
Lu Xiufu's eyes were blinded by tears, and he finally couldn't speak any more, but Li Quancheng had already touched his chin...
"Damn - is this hair? No, the hair growing on the chin is not hair, that is beard..."
Li Quancheng grabbed the beard, trembled with fright, pushed "Jing'er" out of his arms, stood up, and roared: "Who dares to pretend to be Jing'er and seduce me!
"
Lu Xiufu is really aggrieved. You were the one who touched me, pulled me, and molested me. Now how come I am seducing you... The white-bearded doctor suddenly stood up when he saw Li Quancheng,
Immediately he was overjoyed: "Master, Prime Minister, it really works, that hero is awake!"
Li Quancheng looked at the disheveled Lu Xiufu stupidly, and then his eyes fell on the obvious missing tuft of beard on his chin. Then he looked down at the tuft of beard in his hand, and suddenly he thought of the fat and the bones.
Li Quancheng shuddered suddenly, his heart was shaking, and he wailed, "Oh my god - I can't live anymore - vomit -" and vomited out a mouthful of water, and then he didn't care, he fainted first before talking.
In the middle of the night, when he heard the door closing and the footsteps slowly receding, Li Quancheng slowly "woke up" and looked at the snow-white mosquito net with blank eyes. Hot tears rolled down his face and he couldn't stop them: "Oh my God——
What kind of evil have I, Li Quancheng, done - Eh -"
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