I saw the young monarch wearing plain clothes, a dark purple long gown, snow-white wrists and neck, and the extremely clear eyebrows and eyes, as if it was a peach blossom for ten miles.

Emperor Yong Yin sweated profusely, his thin and thin body was in the scorching sun, and the person seemed to be glowing.

She carried a hoe and dug a few pits, and was so tired. At this time, a white-haired old man rushed over and grabbed her arm: "You young, you don't need you to do this, go and go! What's the dignified Lord of Nine Five doing in this mud? Hurry up and stay under the umbrella, but don't get the sun burned!"

Elder Yun from Qingtian Pavilion pushed Zhou Yanqing, and Zhou Yanqing couldn't help but feel happy.

I still remember that when I took these hostages back to the palace that day, everyone led by Elder Yun stretched out their big necks, showing a rather broken character.

"It is impossible to surrender. If you want to kill and cut, you will be able to kill and cut. Liu Mu will definitely wash this Zhou Palace for us!"

These were the bold and ruthless words made by the Qingtian Pavilion that day, but the group was so fragrant.

It was only a few days before, and the "Dog Emperor who killed thousands of swords" they said had become a hot commodity. Everyone wanted to hold it and coax it. Even Elder Yun laughed out loud and wrinkled, and walked all day long, as if he had endless energy.

"I think I can build a wind turbine. Mr. Cen is working in the Ministry of Works. I have drawn some agricultural drawings and handed them over to him to build."

When Elder Yun heard this, he looked like an old and elderly baby, with a curious look on his face: "Your Majesty, can you look at the drawings?"

Zhou Yanqing laughed, and the old man was also interesting: "Yes, Elder Yun, you go back to find Mr. Cen, or give him advice and supervise his work."

Of course, Elder Yun knew that Cen Yining was the emperor's man, but he still straightened his back and made an expression of fulfilling his mission. He looked so happy that he was almost flying into the sky with his old eyebrows.

Lin Wenzhou hurriedly walked towards Zhou Yanqing: "Your Majesty, come and see you."

It is "coming to see" rather than "seeking to see". The ancients used profound and profound words, so Chu Liumu came to the door.

"Then he will be there."

...

Imperial study room.

Chu Liumu looked sick. His injuries that were hit by a stone that day had not yet healed. At this moment, he was sitting in a chair of the Grand Master, waiting for Emperor Yong Yin to come to see him.

Emperor Yong Yin was dragging his feet, and Chu Liumu looked like a fairy, as if he was very calm, but there was a trace of bloodthirsty violence in his eyes from time to time.

He can still sit still because he had inquired in advance that Mr. Yun and others were not seriously injured.

Although some injured people appeared in Qingtian Pavilion that day, they did not endanger their lives.

The 200,000 troops and horses of Bai Ruohe, who commanded the imperial guards, have all entered the palace. Now the palace has been made into an iron plate by Emperor Yong Yin, with 200,000 imperial guards, and a total of 200,000, like a solid fortress.

It would be fine if there were only one or two hostages. The problem is that all the members of Qingtian Pavilion are now under house arrest in the palace. If they want to save people, they must fight head-on. If that is true, they are afraid that those people will be executed before they can be rescued.

The palace is no longer the same as before, and the resolute emperor exchanged blood in the palace.

Chu Liumu clenched his fists, and he recalled his life... Although it has only been ten years since he was conscious, he rarely suffered defeats in these ten years. Even for Empress Dowager Xiaoxian and Han Jing, he still had a eased attitude.

But this emperor is now like a lump of meat from a hob.
Chapter completed!