The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

"who are you!"

Jasmine was poised, ready to strike at any moment.

"Don't be rude."

Fei Wan asked the palace maid to step back.

Then she took half a step back and slowly squatted down.

He performed a very standard blessing ceremony towards the visitor.

Ask very softly:

"I wonder what your name is, sir?"

Since my rebirth, while planning to climb, I would occasionally recall many moments from my previous life.

One of the most profound scenes is the scene of the young general with torn armor, covered in blood, fighting despite being exhausted.

She lay among the dead, her eyes covered with blood.

The field of vision is red.

Red sky.

Red land.

He is red.

Under siege from the enemy, their spears and blades were broken, and they were surrounded like a pack of wolves.

The figure staggered but refused to fall.

His companions were killed one after another, and his horses also died one after another, with corpses scattered all over the field. Only he fought from dusk to night, and from night to dawn.

The surroundings were filled with the corpses of the enemy.

He killed many, many people.

Later, the enemy stopped attacking and just surrounded him, wasting his time.

Drain his last drop of blood.

He stood there holding the knife, motionless for a long, long time.

The first ray of morning sun broke through the clouds in the eastern sky, illuminating his wide-open eyes filled with murderous intent.

After a long time, an enemy soldier stepped forward tentatively, mustering up the courage to touch him with his spear.

He fell down gently.

Rolling in the pile of corpses, blending with many other dead people.

Can't tell one from the other.

"died!"

"he died!"

The enemy cheered loudly.

They were in high spirits, as if they were celebrating a festival.

Fei Wan wanted to crawl over and lie down with him, asking him why he could hold on for so long.

Ask him if he is cold because it is windy.

It’s a pity that she is also at the end of her life.

When did she die? She didn't know.

I only remember the dazzling sunlight in the sky above my head, so far away and not warm at all.

She also thought that people who died in one place could be seen in the underworld.

But no.

She has no memory of entering the underworld.

When you open your eyes, you are already reborn.

Fate turned around again, and what he saw was not his ghost, but the living him, younger than before.

The skin is delicate and tender, not yet worn down by the western wind at the border.

Bright eyes, white teeth, and a smile like a fox with malicious intentions.

It's like a wolf finding its prey.

The gaze was cold and dangerous.

But Fei Wan was not afraid at all, nor was she worried about being caught by him.

She bowed politely and asked him politely about his identity, even though she already knew who he was.

"Oh?"

Xie Weizhou raised his eyebrows.

Looking at Fei Wan's squatting posture, he folded his arms and chuckled softly: "Zhao Guiren, your etiquette is quite good. Aren't you afraid of bowing to the wrong person? What if I am of lower status than you?"

It is you whom I worship.

Aren’t the heroes who died on the battlefield worthy of my respect?

Fei Wan just smiled and said, "It's wrong, so what? Just say hello, it doesn't matter."

"That's how Consort Zhao built her reputation for kindness."

Xie Weizhou mocked Feiwan for being good at pretending.

Fei Wan finished her greetings and stood up calmly, smiling and saying, "No matter how many people say I'm kind, it wouldn't make me happier than if you praised me as a 'femme fatale'."

Xie Weizhou let out a long "Ah," and said, "I'd like to hear more about it."

"Not everyone can be a femme fatale. She needs to be both beautiful and venomous, and she also needs to be smart enough to back up her viciousness. This is a high compliment. It's rare to be praised by you the moment we meet."

Xie Weizhou laughed heartily when he heard this.

He stared at Fei Wan without any hesitation.

Sharp eyes.

Finally, she narrowed her long, narrow peach blossom eyes and said, "That bastard Prince Rui died in your hands. It's really not unfair at all."

"Master, have you seen it?"

Fei Wan met his sharp gaze.

Xie Weizhou blinked and said, "Guess if I saw it or not."

Fei Wan pursed her lips and smiled: "Guess whether I guess or not."

The carefully applied makeup is flawless, and the fresh willow hair crown sets off the rouge color of her jade face.

Her hair is green like clouds, and her cheeks are as white as snow.

Xie Weizhou tilted his head and clicked his tongue.

"Noble Lady Zhao, you seem to be seducing me."