[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

Fanwai Alzu

On the day the rebel army invaded Chang'an, Arzugul went to see her husband first.

She was dressed up, with towering temples, young and beautiful like a peony in its flowering period, while the old man lingering on the dragon bed was dying, crooked and ugly, exuding the smell of a dying person.

Arzugul covered her mouth and nose in disgust, and said softly, "Your Majesty, are you feeling okay now?"

The emperor's throat roared, his bloodshot eyes stared at her fiercely, panting like a broken bellows.

"What? What did you say?" Arzugul took two steps closer artificially.

"Bitch...people..." The emperor wriggled his lips and uttered two syllables hoarsely.

Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were instantly as cold as ice, and her full red lips curled into an extremely gentle arc.

"Your Majesty, you have been bedridden for more than six years, and it's time to reunite with those people below, don't you think?"

"you you……"

"Hmm...for example, who? The Empress? Your sons? Ah, yes," Arzugul clapped his hands lightly and deftly, "and your cousin, the Han God of War, Huo Changsheng Master Huo, how are you?"

A cloudy tear fell from the corner of the emperor's eye.

"Are you crying now? Tsk tsk tsk," Arzugul squinted and smiled, "Don't worry, you can cry slowly after you get down..."

When Arzugul walked out of the emperor's bedroom, a cute little dumpling of Yuxue rolled towards her.

"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine!"

Her brows and eyes softened like melting snow, she bowed and picked up her young son, and walked out slowly.

"Mother and Concubine, Huan'er wants to see Father Emperor!"

"Huan'er is good, father is sleeping, let's not disturb him, shall we?"

"Alright then... Concubine Mu, where are we going?"

"We went to the Jinluan Hall. Didn't Huan'er always want to sit in that chair? Concubine Mu will take you there, okay?"

"Wow wow wow!"

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throne.

The golden light is shining, engraved with the throne of the dragon head.

The palace was filled with crying and fleeing palace servants. The soldiers were in turmoil, and they were in dire straits. When Arzugul sat down with his son in his arms, his heart was extremely peaceful.

Is this how it feels?

This is what her father and her brother wanted all their lives, and what they sacrificed her years for?

Al Zugul couldn't stop laughing, even to the point of tears.

When the vermilion lacquered door of the main hall was pushed open with a bang, there were still unwiped tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

The terrified Huan'er curled up in her arms, looking at the person who walked in with fear and curiosity.

The general of the rebel army took off his visor, revealing a deep and handsome face, with wolf-like green in his long and narrow eyes.

"You're here." Al Zugul said with a smile.

"Emperor Imperial Concubine," the man looked up at her, but his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, without a trace of impatience, "Please come down, I will never hurt you."

Arzugul stroked her temples and asked softly, "Pei Zhao, where is my brother?"

Pei Zhao was silent for a while, and those green eyes hidden in the deep eye sockets looked sad and gentle for a moment.

"The teacher relapsed from his old illness a month ago and passed away."

Arzugul shed tears with a smile. She moved her hand caressing the temples slightly upwards, and pulled out a golden step rock with a phoenix holding a ruby.

"Pei Zhao, this child is his nephew." She blinked away her tears and said softly, "Don't kill Huan'er, okay?"

"Don't worry, you and the child will be fine," Pei Zhao said in a deep voice, "So, don't do stupid things, Arzu."

Arzu, how could he call her Arzu?Only my brother calls her that!

Ah, my brother must have told him, my brother must have told this person countless times about their rare and precious time...

My brother was by his side for so many years, not me.Arzu thought jealously.

"Huan'er," Alzu lowered his head, put his lips next to his son's ear, and whispered, "You must remember what mother says next."

"Look at that man's face, remember, he killed my mother, you know?"

"Mother, mother?"

Arzugul kissed the child's soft and pink cheeks, held the walking rocker tightly, and pierced it into his neck like lightning.

She collapsed on the throne.

The cries of children, the roars of men, and all the noisy voices in her ears were far away from her. Her soul floated higher and higher, to the holy heaven of longevity, to the grassland where she could never return...

She thought of her mother, whom she had never met, who had never returned home until she died.

She thought of the summer night many years ago, when her brother lay on the grassland under the starry sky and described the beauty of Chang'an to her, his eyes were more shining than the stars in the sky.

"Do you know, Arzu, there are many, many people and many beautiful houses in Chang'an. There are more people than the entire tribe combined. The houses there are all made of wood and bricks, with beautiful patterns carved on them. ... Chang'an has the East Market and the West Market, which are the busiest markets in the world, and the grandest festivals on the grasslands can't compare to the excitement there... The little girls there wear skirts made of silk and satin, and A beautiful hairpin, yes, just like the one I gave you, alas, it’s a pity that my brother doesn’t have enough money, so I can’t afford a better looking one..."

"Arzu, Arzu..."

Arzu, the flower of hope on the grassland, the snow wolf goddess of Turkucha, the goddess of longevity.

She finally stained the throne of Chang'an Palace with her own blood.

【Five · General Tomb · End】

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