For a year, Emperor Zhou was addicted to Yingling's beauty and could not extricate himself. Even when he was in court, he did not forget to bring Yingling with him to relieve the pain of longing for love.

When the ministers looked at the two people on the throne, some couldn't help but sigh, some were filled with emotions, while the ministers of the veteran level were mostly blushed.

"Give it the golden cauldron that the mysterious tribe in southern Hunan pays tribute. I want to give it to me Yingning, put it on her bedside, and enjoy it day and night." Emperor Zhou was a little drowsy under the influence of a lot of alcohol. His upper eyelids occasionally touched the lower eyelids, but this still would not disturb his mood to appreciate beauty. He gently lifted Yingling's chin, and was already drunk and dreaming.

The new servant next to him just arrived the day before yesterday and was ignorant, so he kindly reminded the emperor: "Your Majesty, since the previous dynasty, this shape of cauldron has been specially used for sacrifices. It may be inappropriate to place it on the bedside of the bedroom. The villain is worried that it will cause disaster to the Queen of the West Palace."

After hearing this, Yingling pouted her mouth and shook Zhou Tianzi's sleeves with her soft and tender little hands. Her body also swayed gently. The small white ear carpet was shaking back and forth, flashing like stars, highlighting her beauty and elegance: "Your Majesty~ Don't listen to this person's talk nonsense, I just want the golden cauldron, Your Majesty~ Give it to me~"

Emperor Zhou looked at Yingling infatuatedly: "I understand. I once said that I will achieve all your wishes." Yingling pouted and nodded.

His originally gentle eyes slowly moved away from Yingling and suddenly became sharp, but he did not look at the attendant, but said coldly: "Where is this idiot from this thing? How dare you go against my beloved concubine? Come on, drag this ignorant bastard out and kill him!"

"Good king, please spare me! Good king, please spare me! Good queen!" The attendant's small body instantly crawled onto the ground, like a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Everyone in the hall looked at the poor servant who was less than fifteen years old, and none of them dared to plead for him. They felt fear of the emperor from the bottom of their hearts. The originally normal emperor was actually confused by a woman. Who knew that when he was happy or unhappy, he would start killing or even burn the palace. The ministers lamented in their hearts that this emperor had the same nature as King Zhou of Shang in the previous dynasty, and the Empress of the West Palace was like the Daji who was in trouble with the country and the people.

The little servant was still dragged away. He held his hands tightly on the floor, and the guards pulled his legs and feet. In this way, his hands rubbed out two blood marks on the ground. Before being taken out of the gate of the hall, he suddenly stopped begging for mercy. Instead, he looked at the emperor and the Empress of the West Palace on the throne, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You two kill innocent people, regardless of the legislation of the ancestors, do not plan for the people, and act arbitrarily in the court. You will destroy the country!" Then, he was dragged to the door and beaten by five or six guards.

The Emperor Zhou smiled contemptuously: "No matter whether the Great Zhou will be destroyed or not, I will destroy you first!"

After a few screams, the guards walked the corpse of the servant towards the mass grave.

Yingling leaned on the shoulder of Emperor Zhou with satisfaction: "Your Majesty, you are so gentle to me."

Even though her beauty is beautiful and charming, even though her mouth is sweet and her eyes are charming, she is really thinking about how to mess with the court. She has no feelings for the emperor, and even has a slight disgust. As for Zhang Xian, a year ago, after experiencing the disfigurement of his wife and concubine, she rested at home for several months and went to court as scheduled. However, Yingling was devoted to the major revenge, but she did not pay attention to Zhang Xian, the little historian for a long time.

I'm afraid Yuexia wouldn't have thought that she would possess a body with such a high anger value. If she waited for her to return to the real world, she would inevitably feel ashamed and would pretend to take the noodles and hang them for three days and three nights.

In the Seven Emotions Hall, the God of Sorrow and the God of Angry were separated from the old woman's body at the same time. The three of them quietly looked at Ying Ling's pitiful and hateful face and sighed. The God of Sorrow was more decisive and cast a spell to remove the screen: "Don't look, if Yuexia learned that we were looking at her here, she would have to be ashamed to hit three hundred steamed buns, which would hit her for a few hours every day and a month. In that way, even if she didn't have a head and blood, she would have a concussion."

The old woman squinted her eyes and drank tea quietly: "Okay, we'll just know the story summary anyway."

The God of Angry is a woman in blood-red clothes with eyebrows that are twice as taller than ordinary eyebrow raising. Her thick makeup is domineering and gorgeous. However, the depth of her eyes and temperament is filled with a faint sadness and rare innocence. Her thin figure matches her three-dimensional facial features just right, making her look particularly charming. She put her hands on her waist and said lightly: "Fortunately, I wouldn't know how to arrange an angry trip for Yuexia."

The old woman swallowed the tea with a gurgle, obviously surprised: "Peach Blossom Spirit... Are you planning to use this trip as a sad journey for Yuexia?"

"Yes, I don't have the right one here anyway, so I can save my energy."

"It's just a trip, can't you find it?"

"Haha, not found."

"What's going on with you? Was it affected by emotions again?"

"Haha, you're so embarrassed to say to me, aren't you also being penetrated by a sad mood every day?"

"Oh, I can calm my mind after all, but it's hard for you. And anger hurts your body."

"But I can't forget what happened when I was still in the world, the great injustice. Until now, my name is still engraved on the pillar of shame and despised by those hypocritical hypocrites."

The god of anger became more and more angry as he spoke. The old woman was worried that she would smash all the porcelain in the Qihui Palace again, so she hurriedly said, "Peach Blossom Spirit, come back quickly! Stop destroying our furniture!"

The angry god was stunned and realized that he had almost caused a "major disaster" again. He pouted: "Don't always be so guarded against me... After all, he is also a member of the Seven Emotions God. Besides, I can still control my behavior. Look at your wealth-loving look, it's just a few porcelains."

"What?" the old woman opened her eyes wide, "Just a few? I still remember three years ago, you went to the Renjian River to wash your feet, and a wild dog took away a shoe. After coming back, you smashed three Qing vases, two jade screens, and ten Han Dynasty pottery bowls; ten years ago, you burned twenty lanterns, smashed three small Shang Dynasty bronze tripods, and cracked the floor. Fifteen years ago..."

The God of Angry Peach Blossom Spirit covered her ears, and her guilt filled her heart. She pretended to be indifferent: "Oh, okay~ I always volunteered to travel back to those worlds and earned those objects back through hard work. Why are you still struggling to let go?"

The old woman continued, "You did earn them back when working, but you have to work for three years every time. It's because you accidentally smashed the things in someone's store. You rely on the body of a god to eat or drink every day. You can only fill the losses on both sides for three years... Look at you, you have worked more than a dozen times in the past few hundred years! And in recent years, your temper has become more and more irritable. Are those obsessions so difficult to let go of?"

"Um, that's it."

"No matter what you plan in your heart, I advise you to come back soon, so as not to have no jobs again."

The angry god curled his lips and turned into a wisp of red smoke, uniting with the old woman.

The God of Sorrow shook his head, felt a headache for this God of Angry, and turned into a wisp of dark blue smoke. He also wanted to go back, but he could not merge with the other six gods in any case.

"What's going on?" The sad god was shocked.

The old woman brows deeply: "If one of the seven-emotional gods cannot be combined with the other six, it means that this god's worries are heavier than the wrathful god. Pingyi, have you fallen in love with Yuexia? Are you worried about her?"

The sad god Pingyi waved his hand quickly: "No, since I have experienced so much with Akao, she has been the only one in my heart, and I will never fall in love with another person again. The reason why I feel too bad is because Ying Ling's experience is too similar to Akao. Every step of Ying Ling makes me feel distressed for the former Akao, and I am also... worried about this poor fox fairy."

The old woman nodded: "So that's it. Since that's the case, why don't you continue casting spells to watch Yingling's fate? Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink some green tea?"

"I'd better drink some grapes."

"Haha, your taste is really consistent, it has not changed for thousands of years."

At this time, outside the Great Zhou Dynasty city gate, a pair of men and women stood in the open field, both wearing veils. The woman held the man and sat down on a dead tree stump, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and carefully wiped his sweat.

The woman complained: "Your fiefdom, Wu Kingdom, has been causing constant natural disasters in recent years. From Wu Kingdom to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, we have been bumpy all the way and encountered many robbers. We are now penniless and even the carriages have been taken away! We should blame the emperor for all these."

The man held the woman's hand: "Don't say that to him, he is my biological brother after all, and I came here to seize his throne, and I felt very guilty."

"Oh, you are always so kind-hearted, and don't look at how your brother treats you. Since the death of the last emperor, he moved you to the Wu Kingdom immediately. That Wu Kingdom is a place where wizards are everywhere. As long as there are disputes between people, it is easy to cause witchcraft, which leads to the people of Wu Kingdom's miserable life. You have reported many times, but the emperor doesn't care at all. After all, he is sorry for you."

The man stretched out his hand and signaled the woman not to talk more.

"Ouch~" the woman covered her face.

"What's wrong? Aqiao?" The man's tone was very concerned.

The woman took off the veil and revealed a face second only to Yingling. Her skin was smooth and her peach blossom eyes were graceful and charming. Her eyes seemed to be shining like water. This peerless beauty was only interested in the man in front of her, Ji Xin, the younger brother of Emperor Zhou, because her fiefdom was Wu Kingdom, so she was called Wu Houxin.

Aqiao scratched a pimple on his chin with his thin nails: "I have wrapped it up here, probably because I haven't had a good rest recently."

Ji Xin touched the acne with distress: "There is a jade bead on such a beautiful face, which is icing on the cake."

"Hate! Why are you so slick? When I met you last year, you weren't like this."

"I went to learn it on purpose to please you."

Aqiao smiled gently, and the breeze blew the hair on his forehead. At this moment, she looked like a lotus in the clear pool.

Ji Xin touched Aqiao's head and said, "Thank you, in a year, I have helped me cooperate with you inside and outside, and made full preparations to defeat Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!