Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 547 Reality (4)

  Feng Yunian found that he had a few white hairs, so he had to pull them out carefully, trying to make himself younger.

   Today is her death day.

  He took the cakes she liked during her lifetime, and some incense candle paper to sacrifice.

  Her mausoleum was built luxuriously and reserved his place.

  Hundred years later, he is happy to be able to enter here after his death.

  Feng Yunian looked at the tombstone, and the snow fell on his hair, as if it was gray.

  He burned the ghost paper, "Weiwei, are you okay?"

   Only the cold wind whistling past.

  He is used to it, "You never told me that your favorability has reached 100."

  She only said ninety-nine.

  Feng Yu Nian showed a calm smile, "But when you slaughtered the loyal veterans with your own hands and put me on the throne, I knew it was your hundred."

  He still remembers her shyly saying that if the favorability reaches one hundred.

  He won the country, so he doesn't want her.

  The truth is, she gave him Jiangshan, and then she didn't want him anymore.

  “There was a severe drought at the beginning of this year, and there were so many memorials on my desk that they could bury me.”

  He had a smile on his lips, "They are all scolding me, scolding me for a man to inherit orthodoxy, it is unacceptable, even if I lighten taxes and emphasize water conservancy and agriculture to make their lives easier, I am still a monster."

   Whenever there is a natural disaster, it is his fault.

   She also knew that she took away the most powerful people back then.

  She died, and those ministers who were killed from the sea of ​​swords and blood only obeyed her.

  As soon as she dies, his son will ascend to the throne.

   These people have to fight back.

  Even if she cleared so many obstacles for him, he still had a hard time these years.

   Very bitter.

  Feng Yu Nian spoke softly while burning the ghost paper.

   It seems that this can reduce the pain in my heart.

  It can also make the heavy thoughts lighter.

   "Weiwei, it's really boring and boring to guard the country and the country. How could I ever have the idea of ​​becoming an emperor."

  When he said this, tears finally couldn't hold back and fell from his eyes.

  He wiped it off in a hurry, "It's all my fault. Come to see why you are always complaining. I should say something happy."

  Then Feng Yunian choked up his voice and forced a smile to talk about how many good things he has done to benefit the country and the people.

  He reluctantly stayed up until late at night before returning to the palace.

  As soon as he returned to the palace, he saw his confidant attendant, who came to report in a hurry.

   "A dozen or so ministers urged tens of thousands of people to kneel at the gate of the South Palace, saying that after His Majesty ascended the throne as a man, natural disasters would come every year, and he hoped that His Majesty would abdicate."

  In recent years, there have indeed been more natural disasters than before.

  The man ascended to the throne, his name was not justified, and all the women were crushed.

   And Feng Yunian began to promote male officials.

   This is simply a blow to the interest group, and he has been fighting with this group of people for a long time.

  Feng Yu Nian was silent for a while, and then said coldly: "I know, let them kneel down, and I will get up tomorrow morning to deal with it."

  The waiter stepped back.

   Then he sat on the chair alone, in a daze for a long time.

  Someone turned against him again.

   "Weiwei..." he called softly.

"Um."

  He suddenly looked up, but saw Bai Weiwei lazily leaning against the table, her smile still on.

  Feng Yu Nian was pleasantly surprised, and rushed over to hug her with trembling hands.

  But at the next moment, only void was in his arms.

  Feng Yu Nian was stunned. He looked at the room, which was empty and cold, and there was no sign of her.

   Lovesickness has entered the bone, and has become a demon.

  He laughed twice, sad and wronged.

   Then he slowly walked out the door and walked to the hall.

  (end of this chapter)