A few days later.

Western Chu.

On the throne that symbolizes imperial power, there was a handsome figure sitting.

His white clothes were spotless and clean, and he was clearly as sparse as the moon, but the aura emitted by his body was colder than the moonlight and colder than the river water in the middle of winter.

He had no characteristics that symbolizes the emperor, but he sat steadily on the imperial throne, while the Nine Five Lord in the dragon robe knelt outside and lowered his body, as if he was extremely afraid.

The eunuchs and palace maids standing by and serving them were particularly calm, as if they should have been like this.

"I heard that I am not here during this period, and some people are naughty."

As soon as the words were finished, the man raised his hand and waved it gently, and two red plums bloomed on the bright paper at the door.

There was no sharp sword light like snow, but the blood gushing on the door frame was warm. As the two of them fell to the ground, the blood flowed along the gaps on the ground to the emperor wearing a dragon robe.

The young emperor was so shocked that his heart tightened and he felt cold sweat.

The man stood up, and the cold air that was sucking the bones lingered in the hall.

He was obviously dressed in a clean white dress, just like the god with spiritual muscles and jade bones in the nine heavens, but he gave people the feeling that he was from the demon deep in the ground.

The man came to the emperor and gently lifted the emperor's jaw with his slender fingers: "Look, someone died for you again. When will you learn to be obedient?"

The emperor was shocked, and his frightened eyes swept across the man's face.

The familiar face, the cold and devilish aura, was clearly indifferent, but it made people lose their hearts and lose their souls.

The young emperor immediately opened his eyes and was shocked to his senses: "Photo, the Regent... cooperated with Northern Yan, and it is beneficial to... Western Chu."

The man smiled negligently: "I don't think there is anything wrong with cooperation with Beiyan, but you shouldn't have it from me. Before I get into my mind under my nose, should you think about how many years have you been born late?"

The eight-treasure glass palace lanterns in the hall were shining brightly, but the details of the face in front of the door could not be seen.

The young emperor was trembling, and the veins on his forehead were extremely frightened, and his eyes were shattered.

Perhaps it wasn't the lights that weren't bright enough, but he had never dared to look at this face. After so many years, except for the silk ribbons on the man's face, he had no impression of this man.

Although, this man gave birth to a peerless and beautiful face.

He trembled, saying word by word: "I have never had it, and I have a disobedient heart. It is because everything has not been arranged properly, so I did not report to the Regent."

"The heart of being unjust?" The man let go of the emperor's chin, and a smile that was unfathomable and calm on the corner of his lips was slightly accompanied by mockery, "Your Majesty, you are the emperor. How can the emperor have an unjust attitude towards his ministers? Have you reversed the rules?"

The young emperor did not dare to breathe for a moment. He knelt on the ground, as if he was lying down, bowing down, and forgetting his identity as the Lord of Nine Five, was his way of survival.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the corpse, winding to his feet.

He wanted to retreat and avoid the shocking bright red.

"Kneel up." A faint sentence, without any command tone, without any deliberate and sharp tone.

Almost an instinctive reaction, the young emperor moved his knees and knelt in a pool of blood.

The man in white raised the corners of his lips: "Smell the blood carefully and feel the fear well, so that you can remember."

"I hope that this is your first and last time. If you don't listen, there are people who are more obedient than you. If you don't want to be this emperor, then give it to others!"

When changing the position of 95, he said it lightly, as simple as changing a dish.

However, the young emperor knew that for the Regent, the throne was just a raising of his hand.

In this country, the Regent is the real master.

If the Regent hadn't lost his eyes, how could it be his turn to wear the dragon robe?

With a "creak", the door was slowly pulled up.

A thin door blocked the elegant but cold figure, but could not isolate the breath pressing on the heart.

In front of this man, all his thoughts were invisible and all his resistance was pale and powerless.

If darkness is used, who can beat his abyss of the Netherworld?

If light is used, what kind of power can dispel the bottomless darkness?

The young emperor knelt in a pool of blood, his strength seemed to be drained - he never thought about doing anything with the Regent on his back, and it was indeed true that there was no result and no report.

But the Regent's move completely wiped out the little luck in his heart.

This man, he was unable to resist.

Inside the house.

The man sat on the throne again and said softly: "The people of Northern Yan want to join forces with Western Chu to deal with the Eastern Tomb? Haha... it's really a whim."

"Tomorrow I will summon the envoy, and I will see what kind of role it is to dare to speak wildly."

His little girl is not without a backer.

Beiyan has made a mistake this time.

...

late at night.

Regent's Mansion.

The fog of the hot springs gathers and disperses, and the warm mist fills the pillars.

The man was soaking inside, spreading his arms and leaning against the pool wall, the mist was misty, his face was hazy and blurry, like a banished immortal in the depths of the clouds and mist.

There was a wooden basin floating on the water, and a pot of good wine was placed inside. Several wine glasses were scattered on the side. A fat white marten was sleeping soundly in her glass, burping from time to time.

The man reached out and pushed open the wooden basin, and left him with Xiao Diaoer and Jiu. He said softly: "Read, I will listen to it if I don't miss a word."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the coldness that lingers around me as if it has lasted for a long time disappeared in an instant. The originally peerless and quiet figure that makes people feel lonely also turned into a casual sitting.

Behind him, several people stood expressionless.

If it weren't for the movement and the ability to speak, it would be the same as the shadow - it was the shadow guard who was chosen from thousands of miles away.

As the small paper spread out, the corners of the lips opened and closed one after another, so the messages that came from thousands of mountains and rivers were conveyed to the man's ears.

"Master, after receiving the thing, Miss Bai looked expressionless and even felt a little worried. She didn't seem to like it, but she did not discard it because of her affection."

The windows were wide open, and a few rays of pure light came in.

The man was soaked in water, sweating slightly on his forehead, and the soaked black hair stuck to his cheeks and shoulders. He looked out the window slightly, and the jade-carved face was bathed in the moonlight in the hall.

Half is white with a slight snow, and half is bottomless black.

The thin lips in the light and shadow were gently pursed, with a kind of evil and charming beauty, adding a bit of thrilling charm.

"Nothing nonsense. If she doesn't like it, she disdains to pretend to accept it. That's something she needs so much, how could she not want it?"

The man spoke, and as the sound flowed out from his lips and teeth, his peerless face was filled with a light but warm smile...

"Miss Bai gave Wei Xiao a magic weapon, and Wei Xiao was very happy. The atmosphere of the two was harmonious and happy, and their eyes were entangled and difficult to part with."

The second message was read out from the mouth of the Yingwei.

The man's smile has not changed. Under the moon, he is handsome and elegant, and his eyes are written, reminding people of the moon rising above the sea, and like the long lake of stars in the lonely smoke in the desert.

But there seemed to be a rift on the flawless face.

"Master, Miss Bai is busy with military affairs and has not returned late at night. Wei Xiao took advantage of the soldiers' sleep and sneaked into Miss Bai's tent and rubbed her with her."

The third message was read out from the mouth of the Movie Guard.

The smile on the man's face gradually disappeared, just like the dark pool under the night, as if nothing could cause any sensation.

Finally, he grabbed a wine glass and leaned over his lips.

Drink it in one sip, and the wine glass turned into powder in his hand.

"A Wu is not good at using his brain. I send a message to A Liu and reward him with two punches to make him sober."

The man's voice is very clear, but it has a unique coldness, and every word is clear to the core.

This should be the most beautiful voice in the world, but it just felt suffocating and oppressive. When I heard it, the coldness in the words was like a bone-attached gangrene, climbing onto my back.

Can he not know what kind of person his little girl is?

A Wu, this kid, should be beaten up because he was spreading news.
Chapter completed!