At night, the court hall was lonely, and there were no longer any courtiers discussing political affairs.
From now on, there will no longer be courtiers holding wat tablets and bowing their heads during the day.
The palace fell and the monarch perished.
The last dignity of a monarch is to die on his throne. But a woman pressed in by the rebels broke his silence.
The woman called him: "Brother!"
Everyone in Zhaodi knows that His Majesty is so doting on his sister that she becomes a devil. He would agree to whatever Qianling Wang Ji wanted, and condone whatever she wanted.
Your Majesty has only one sister, and he is only willing to give such pampering to this one person. Even the queen has to humble herself in front of this princess.
Qianling Wangji's hair was disheveled, her cheeks had red marks, and she looked at her brother with tears in her eyes.
"Crying?" The rebel leader laughed, "When we beat you just now, you didn't say a word or shed a single tear. But when I saw your tyrant brother, I shed tears. I'm really curious whether the folk rumors are true."
"What are they spreading?" Qian Ling turned his head, his eyes filled with anger.
The leader did not answer, but raised his hand to signal his men to walk toward the throne with weapons in hand.
Step by step up the stairs, the subjugated monarch opened his eyes, and his soldiers were so frightened that they froze in place and did not dare to move.
The leader scolded: "You guys, he was given cartilage medicine and now he can only be at our mercy."
After saying this, the leader turned to look at Qian Ling:
"The cartilage medicine was given by your queen sister-in-law. Look at you two brothers, you can't even be loyal to those around you."
Qian Ling raised his eyes and saw that his formerly proud and gentle brother was now being dragged down the steps like a dog. The brother's eyes were deliberately avoiding her.
Don't look, don't look...
"General, what are the rumors among the people?" His subordinates couldn't hold back their curiosity and asked in a low voice.
The rebel leader jokingly replied: "There are rumors among the people that they, brother and sister, have an affair."
After he finished speaking, he ordered to drag Qian Ling and her brother, the conquered monarch, to the same place, held their heads down, and said slowly:
"Don't you love your sister the most? You treat her like a god. Now, I want to see you taint your own... God with your own hands."
As if he had guessed something, Qian Ling struggled wildly, but it was still useless.
The moment their lips touched, something was broken and everything turned upside down.
Their lips and teeth were touching and their eyes were looking at each other.
*
Brother, the one who said he would only be a brother... Memories of the past emerged like a flood.
In the beggar's shack, Ju Li said to Qian Ling, "Can you be my sister? My brother will put the best in the world into your hands."
Qian Ling, as long as you want it, my brother will earn it for you.
Reading guide:
1. Pseudo-bones, intimate relationships all occur after the name of brother and sister is removed
2. The heroine in the main text is reborn and returns to before the country was destroyed, and the ending is he
Intention: Always look toward the bright future
