"Walk... get out! Get out!" Zhao Yuanxi pointed to the outside of the palace with a stern face and scolded angrily.

"Father, don't be angry. Being angry will hurt your liver...Okay, okay, your Majesty, leave now."

Zhao Hongrun left with a smile.

Everyone in the palace watched this scene with amazement. During this period, Lin Yuyang smiled bitterly and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, it will not be a problem if this continues."

Zhao Yuanci slowly walked behind the dragon case and sat down, calming his mind: "My dear friends, don't be anxious. In a few days, that traitor will not be so leisurely! ... Don't look at how he dances happily these days.

Give it some time, huh!"

The implication is that Zhao Yuanxi wanted to say that in a few days, when Zhao Hongrun runs out of silver, this kid will no longer be able to dance. By then, the Emperor of Wei will have plenty of opportunities to discipline him.

"It seems that His Majesty is planning to spend time with His Highness the Eighth Prince... This will really make us miserable."

He Xiangxu and Lin Yuyang looked at each other, but they stopped talking.

"Tong Xian." Zhao Yuanxi handed a brush dipped in ink to Tong Xian.

Tong Xian understood the idea, took the brush respectfully, walked outside the hall, and added the word "Zhao" in front of the paper "Hongrun is not allowed to enter".

"Zhao Hongrun is not allowed to enter!"

However, after today's events, Zhongshu Ling He Xiangxu and Zhongshu Zuo Cheng Lin Yuyang no longer had any hope for the effectiveness of this piece of paper.
Chapter completed!