The still young-looking Eastern Emperor Yan Qing ascended the throne in a low-key manner three years after his mother emperor returned to the sea of ​​​​fire. Because of their words, the ministers did not criticize the new emperor, but had a heated debate on how to participate in the war.<

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One said that the Eastern Kingdom was weak and should not face the enemy head-on; the other said that the world is unpredictable and the weak are bandits, and only by taking the initiative would they have a chance. The petite Yan Qing was wrapped in a thick imperial robe, with a tense expression as he listened to the arguments of the ministers.

After opening his mouth several times, he finally took a breath and followed his brother's instructions in a cold voice to tell him something important.

"Brother... Yan Qing, is it really okay not to explain the reason to them?"

After the morning court, Yan Qing and Yan Xingliang talked across the tent.

"As an emperor, there is no need to change orders, and there is no need to answer questions for courtiers."

Yan Xingliang still looked cold, but his tone was very soft when talking to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing clenched his sleeves, pursed his lips and nodded.

"Your Majesty, if nothing happens, I will retire." Yan Xingliang said.

"..." Yan Qing's expression became sad, but he finally said nothing and let him go.

Sad and sad music sounded at this moment. A layer of gauze separated the biological brothers and sisters. Then the gauze gradually turned into a palace wall and a palace door... Yan Xingliang, who was clearly a descendant of the Huang clan, even lived in the palace.

He has no qualifications in the palace either.

He returned to the mansion all the way, shooing away the people. Not knowing what happened, he suddenly covered his heart with force, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Cut to a close-up, Yan Xingliang's eyes are tightly closed, his lips are tightly pursed, and cold sweat is dripping from his forehead.

At the same time, several echoing voices sounded:

"Really not?"

"Why not give it a try?"

"Come on, take action, don't talk about the throne, this world should be yours..."

"Shut up!"

Yan Xingliang drank heavily.

He covered his head, walked to the table and sat down in a few steps. He poured a cup of herbal tea with shaking hands, ignoring the water droplets spilled out of the cup due to shaking, and splashed it hard on his face.

The coldness seemed to calm Yan Xingliang. His eyes straightened, he blinked tiredly, and he put his hands on his forehead and massaged it slowly.

"It's definitely not the inner demon..."

He murmured, "Where is the evil that is causing trouble in my spiritual platform day and night?"

Crazy laughter entered the entire scene in the form of voice-over, and then Mr. Chang Qing appeared on the screen. It turned out to be a film transition.

Nanhuang Yanlu was leaning on the phoenix couch, with a smile on her lips. Although she looked like a girl, she still contained a bit of tenderness.

Mr. Chang Qing was standing not far in front of her, with his hands lowered and his head lowered as he slowly recounted the general outline of the recent battle. His words were not very respectful, and he sometimes laughed loudly, still like a madman.

"Why did you stop talking, sir?"

Yanlu asked knowingly.

Mr. Chang Qing then moved his eyes away from her graceful body and said, half in admiration and half in sarcasm: "Your Majesty's appearance is so beautiful that I don't mean to offend you. It's just that my mind is still lacking in experience, so it is inevitable that I will lose concentration for a moment."

Smiling at the dew, she deliberately covered her legs with tulle, which added a hazy beauty.

"Sir, please continue," she said softly.

……

【Hey, the trend is getting more and more fragrant~】

[Is Yanlu using a honey trap? Why?]

[Uh...you want to tie up Mr. Chang Qing?]

[Isn’t it too narrow? Isn’t she a queen? Just choose any man you like]

[Oh my god, the reputation and reputation of emperors and counselors are very important, how can we just do it casually]

[I originally thought that Ganlu’s acting was not very good, but this time it turned out to be okay]

【The director will teach acting(】

[I don’t know if this woman Yanlu is an illusion, but I always feel that she is not simple]

[We have already reached this point, but there is still no sign of the ending. How long is there?]

[Indeed... there are a lot of mysteries now, and the war seems to have just begun]

[The battle situation is not bad, it is now a three-party melee. Although Fang Youwen’s resources are not very good, and the battle scenes and special effects are quite rudimentary, the confrontation between the counselors is quite exciting]

[The back and forth between Jiao Dingming and Chang Qing is very interesting. They attack at night and come back again, strange soldiers descend from the sky, and a fire burns the river and forces them to retreat hundreds of miles, tut tut...]

[No, this Evergreen looks scary, it’s too big]

[It’s obviously a battle of three emperors, how come Chang Qing is raised so high? His intellect is like the eyes of the sky]

[Hey, hey, hey, stop tweaking the game settings!]

[You in front of me have PTSD from "Feiyan", right?hhhhh]

【Oh!】

[Wucao, I thought all the action scenes were left to Xu Shuangshuang, but Yu Qing actually has a fighting scene?]

【Who? Yu Qing?!】

In the picture, the Southern Kingdom pretended to be on good terms with the Eastern Kingdom and wanted to form an alliance to fight against the Northern Kingdom. However, it deliberately ordered the envoy to send several dancing beauties. It was obvious that the drunkard was not interested in drinking and was deliberately trying to please Yan Xingliang. I don't know whether he wanted to sow discord or not.

I really thought he was the regent behind the scenes, so I showed my hospitality.

However, what the audience did not expect was that at the banquet, it was Yan Qing himself who killed the dancer with his own hands.

There was a clang, and a dagger fell out of the sleeve of the dancing girl who threw herself into Yan Xingliang's arms. In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.

"What a courage!"

Yan Qing's face suddenly darkened, and the long sword was unsheathed. The dancing girl had already been cut with a wound. At this time, she had no power to fight back, and was stabbed by the sword on the spot.

The other beauties were also grabbed by the guards, shrinking.

Yan Xingliang was silent all the time. At this time, he softly said "Hey" and squatted down to examine the face of the dead dancer. In a moment, he actually twisted her face and tore off a "face"!

Yan Qing was stunned: "This is..."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this assassin pretended to be a dancer and got into the banquet."

Yan Xingliang frowned slightly.

"Inspect carefully immediately!" Yan Qing clenched the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand.

However, as the camera moved on, Yan Xingliang was seen talking to a man dressed as a subordinate on the covered bridge. It turned out that he was the one behind the replacement of the dancer.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkey? Or does it have another purpose?

After parting with this man, Yan Xingliang took out a pill and took it.

His headaches are getting worse and worse, and he often feels like his skull is splitting apart, and he is in unspeakable pain.

"It's too late."

In the empty room, Yan Xingliang whispered to himself, "It must be settled within two years..."

A bitter smile immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice became softer.

"Qing Yatou, I will apologize to you at the bottom of the sea."

When Yan Xingliang closed his eyes, the drum beat loudly.

At this time, the war between the North and the South was in full swing. Mr. Chang Qing appeared in front of the battle again, but this time he did not smile, but was extremely solemn.

Jiao Dingming covered his bleeding left arm, lowered his head and laughed.

"Sir!" he shouted, "this time Jiao won!"

Mr. Chang Qing frowned fiercely and forced himself to smile: "Master Jiao is very resourceful!"

He had calculated everything, but he never thought that the people under the rule of the Northern Kingdom were so loyal to Yanrou that they would open accounts and swarm into the city center at the critical moment, causing chaos in the formation. Jiao Dingming even dispatched soldiers to hide among them.

It's hard to tell, and I was caught off guard by the crowd tactics.

Jiao Dingming coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and Yan Rou's solemn and majestic appearance appeared in front of his eyes. When he looked at Mr. Chang Qing, his eyes suddenly ignited with a frightening fierce light.

"Sir, I'll see you someday!"

He said firmly, his figure quickly hidden behind the layers of soldiers, and soon he disappeared.
Chapter completed!