There was only king Jing left in such a big hall.

He sat there, his face dark and inexplicable.

Xiao hasn't changed in his life. He is still so stupid, ignorant and vulgar!

In fact, the backyard of King Jing's residence was not so quiet in his previous life. King Jing was indifferent to women because of his children, but he would inevitably spend the night with his wives and concubines.

Three women play a play, and four women are bound to have a lot of disputes. Different from this life, King Jing was lucky to have Yujiao and Yurong in his last life.

In his previous life, the internal affairs of King Jing's house were in the hands of Princess Jing. Princess Jing flattered and asked for forgiveness. King Jing thought he was always just his wife, so he returned to his old friendship with her. Princess Jing is always dignified and magnanimous, and she is amiable on the surface. She only has a clear rule of reward and punishment in managing internal affairs.

Everything seems so calm and smooth

Except for King Jing, who had few children, he lost two sons, one from Princess Jing and the other from Princess Qiao. There were only one son and two women left. Yujiao and Yurong had a miscarriage, and there was no movement since then.

At that time, King Jing had a simple mind and was tired of dealing with the changes in Beijing. He was a man. How could he manage some internal affairs. Rich and noble families have always had a tradition. The backyard is managed by the master mother, and King Jing doesn't intend to make an exception.

After the incident, he only comforted a few people, but never inquired why it was so.

Life went on until he was finally dying.

The emperor of Jin rewarded the poisonous wine. Fushun was stopped in front and dragged down.

He knew that Fushun was going to die, and it would not be good to follow some of his old people. He sat in the empty Jingtai hall with a cup of dove wine in front of him

Xiao came to take him on his last trip and said something.

"... you've lived in a muddle all your life, lost your mind, made no progress, and you're just a loser... You want peace and peace, but is there peace in the world? You don't fight or rob, and the result is now..."

Xiao's face was twisted and frightening. The woman who was originally his wife was strange at this time.

Luo Jing always thought he would hate this disgust and contempt. In the past, he didn't show anything on his face. In fact, he always felt uncomfortable. But in recent years, eating fast and chanting Buddha made him calm. He looked at the distorted woman in front of him, and his heart was absurd.

"... Qiao killed my son. I turned around and killed Qiao's son. Those two fools didn't have any children... You think the peaceful backyard is just a mirror, but an illusion created by others... How can you not fight? If you don't fight, you'll end up as a mermaid. This is a life and death..."

Luo Jing felt his heart hurt. He felt that he should be in a trance. He should be greatly hit. He should be... But he was calm and frightening. Obviously, his heart was as painful as a knife, but his face was like mud. He couldn't help showing his sad expression

"... your throne will be our heng'er's... your majesty said that if you die, everything you have belongs to our mother and son... Don't struggle, it's useless to struggle..."

"... you are just a mute. A mute living is a waste of food..."

Luo Jing just looked at her silently and looked at her madness.

"... drink it yourself. Don't force me to do it. Your majesty said, if you don't want to drink, let me do it myself..."

Luo Jing was as thin as a white jade, with only bones left. He held the wine cup in his hand and drank the wine in the cup. Just like his usual occasional drinking, his posture was as usual, his expression was as usual, his eyes were indifferent, but he looked at her straight.