After the Scheming Beauty Becomes Widowed

Yu Ling has been scheming and ambitious since he was a child. To climb up, do whatever it takes. He started his education at the age of three, went to school in the countryside at the age of six, and climbed into the capital academy at the age of ten by stepping on the head of the county prince's son. The twelve-year-old Chang Sleeve is good at dancing. He circulates among students and befriends the children of powerful people in an attempt to find a backer. At the age of fourteen, he overheard and learned that he was nothing more than a plaything in the eyes of the powerful, so he decisively stopped at the brink. At the age of eighteen, he studied hard, passed the Jinshi examination, was awarded the seventh rank, and copied documents under Julang. But climbing like this is still too slow. So when he was twenty years old, Yu Ling put on his dignity and official uniform, climbed onto the dragon bed, and tried his best. Your Majesty is thirty-six years old, in the prime of life, and full of vigor and vitality. However, during his early battles, he damaged his roots and left his harem vacant. Climbing the dragon couch is indeed useful. One year, he saved twenty boxes of horseshoe gold cakes. In the second year, he had three houses in and three out. In three years, he was promoted to the sixth rank of Living Room Master. Four years... Before the fourth year, His Majesty passed away. When the head dragon dies, the pack of wolves rises together. His Royal Highness, the eighteen-year-old prince, grabbed his neck in public and wanted to send him to the imperial mausoleum to be buried with his father. The No. 1 Scholar in the imperial examination of the same session suspected that he was plotting to murder the late emperor and wanted to take him to Dali Temple and interrogate him day and night. The general who didn't like him even drew his sword in front of him, and cut off his sleeves and hair with the sharp blade. The children of the rich and powerful who had curried favor in the academy have now become the rich and powerful themselves. Even the chief eunuch, who used to be respectful to him, could come up and step on him. Yu Ling gritted her teeth and walked among the people. Red candles shed tears every night. At this moment, a burst of green smoke came quietly and brought him—— The soul of the late emperor. ·The dog's blood, the dog's blood, the dog's blood! ·Stage 1v1, the front attack is the late emperor ·Gong Quanjie, don't tell me that Gong is so powerful and has such a high and powerful position that it is impossible to be clean. I will clean you up if I tell you! The unclean things cannot be delivered to the recipient. Mission: A better life must be created by hard-working hands