After staying in Yuguang Hall for only an hour, he came to inform the Minister of Works to ask for a meeting without saying a word.

Wen Wenlan glanced at the sad Chongjia, and couldn't bear it for a moment, and said, "I'll allow you a reasonable condition. If you think about it, you'll be fine and send Xiao Weizi to tell me."

After saying that, he pulled out his arm that was tightly held by Chongjia and hurriedly left with Buyanbuyu.

Chong Jiaban lay on the soft couch where Wen Wenlan was sitting before, staring at Wen Wenlan's leaving back in a daze. Her pair of clear and beautiful eyes only had a handsome and dignified figure and endless longing for soft water.

"Your Highness, the emperor has gone far away." Xiao Hanzi whispered in Chongjia's ear and sighed quietly.

Although His Highness followed the emperor nine years ago, the emperor's favor was always like the moon by the clouds on the Qianxun Tower, which was out of reach. The emperor always looked indifferent and cold, and was not moved by the love on earth.

Fortunately, the emperor only has his own highness in front of him.

Chongjia raised his gentle eyes lightly, his mouth bent slightly, and the rouge on his face suddenly seemed enchanting and ostentatious.

"Did you hear it? The emperor agreed to me with a condition, plus what the emperor just promised me, who has enjoyed this honor? Hahahaha, who said that the emperor does not spoil me, who can still compete with me!"

The arrogant and smug laughter echoed in Yuguang Hall, which pierced the eardrums. When you listen carefully, you feel that the ending sound is desolate and hurts the heart.

Xiao Hanzi knelt behind Chongjia, straightened his body and massaged Chongjia's back, "Congratulations to Your Highness for further further relationship with the Emperor."

"Hmph." Chongjia sat up suddenly, half-holding his hand to his lips. He gently brushed the exquisite flowing water on his sleeve, and a trace of harshness passed through his eyes. "Go to Jiuqin Palace, I will take advantage of this Mid-Autumn Palace banquet to completely step on the lowly Qin slave."

After saying that, Chongjia slowly let go of his clenched fists, and hideous folds appeared on his gorgeous sleeves.

Chongjia's sedan chair stopped outside the Jiuqin Hall, and the melodious sound of piano came from inside, sinking into the deep sea and floating like the nine heavens.

"There's endless arguments all day long, no wonder the emperor doesn't want to come." Seeing that the underworld was displeased, Xiao Hanzi quickly stepped forward to flatter him, "So the emperor is only willing to go to you."

Chongjia snorted lightly, and led Xiao Hanzi and the eunuchs who were following him, a huge group of people rushed in, raising their necks and raising their heads, their eyes almost reaching the sky.

No one stopped them in Jiuqin Hall. The pitiful few people and the empty Jiuqin Hall seemed extremely cold and sad at this time.

"I have seen His Highness Chongjia." Xiao Weizi crawled out of the door and thumped and knelt at Chongjia's feet, trembling, as if he was afraid of Chongjia.

"Where is Guan Yu?" Chongjia didn't even look at it, kicking Xiao Weizi away, his eyes were still looking around, and the sound of the piano was heard.

Xiao Weizi hurried aside and remained silent.

Xiao Hanzi was so angry that Xiao Weizi's attitude was so angry that he stepped forward and was about to kick him. As soon as he raised his foot, he heard a harsh sound of piano coming from behind him, like sharpening a knife in Huo.

"On there." Chongjia turned around and pointed, and saw a figure faintly visible behind the screen on the right side of the front hall.

The sound of the piano turned, and the slender sound was like an invisible fishing line, luring the fish to take the bait.

Chongjia rushed up a few big strides. The people behind him pulled the screen away for the sake of being scattered. Everyone's attention was attracted by Guan Yu. He didn't notice that a small figure got up from the ground and rushed out.

"The Emperor's Oral Oral Order." Chongjia straightened his back. The emperor had just promised him to let Guan Yu perform a song at the palace banquet. The eunuch in the harem only serves the emperor. If he performs his skills in public, then in the eyes of outsiders, he will be just a lowly artist and cannot reach the emperor's holy eyes.

The people in Jiuqin Hall knelt down, while Guan Yu remained motionless, her upper body was straightened, her eyes closed lightly, and her ten fingers were gently raised, and the sound of the piano remained the same.

In front of so many people, Chongjia was a little embarrassed. He raised his tone again and stared at Guanyu with a slanted look: "The emperor's words!"

Guan Yu suddenly had five fingers, and a roar like a mountain torrent overwhelmed Chongjia's voice.

"You..." Chongjia pointed at Guan Yu's fingers, and his fingertips trembled with anger. He snorted coldly, "I will be executed if I despise the emperor's crime. I will punish you on behalf of the emperor first."

The more he looked at the hands wandering on each string, Chong Jiayue was angry. He looked at his fingers long but rough, with clear and powerful joints, as if they were a pair of claws pinching their necks, and he hated that he wanted someone to chop it off.

Chongjia just took a palm to the strings. When the piano body was still more than a century old, the piano body suddenly stopped. Guan Yu tweaked his left hand and straightened his right hand. Chongjia hit the hard faces of the piano with his palm, and his palm was away from the stable piano body, and his cun.

"Aowuaaa." Chongjia was sobbing. The little Hanzi carefully held Chongjia's left hand and blew it again and again. Chongjia pointed at Guanyu with his right hand and continued to scold, "Rareless, what are you? You dare to move so hard."

Guan Yu used his right hand to force, and the sound of the piano returned to his position. The sound of the piano rose again, as ethereal as a vast desert. His middle finger of his right hand hooked, and a "swoosh" sound passed by like a ghost of the desert. Guan Yu raised his eyes gently and saw a slight vibration on Chongjia's sleeve, but Chongjia felt nothing, and a small wave swelled in his eyes.

"You are just a prisoner, you can only be beaten to the level of the person who is in the position of being beaten...ah!"

The screams rang out again.

Chongjia pulled out his left hand that was still numb and covered the back of his right hand that was stinging. He took a careful look. A bright red mark was not broken, and a little dark red seeped out of his skin could be seen under the skin. It was only a little bit before it was about to gush out.

Chongjia widened his eyes and his hands were shaking. He swallowed and moved his feet unconsciously back. After a long time, a word popped out from his teeth, "Go."

The noisy Jiuqin Hall has returned to its former tranquility. Guan Yu stared at her Qin blankly, and a curve that was not easy to detect appeared on the corner of her mouth.

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Before the big boss uses his ultimate move, who knows that he is the boss?

Why is Guanyu called a prisoner?

Is Chongjia really so popular?

Is the facial paralysis trio really facial paralysis?

(Touch your chin, think about your face)
Chapter completed!