Although some things are afraid to face, they must be faced after all, and blindly avoiding them is not the solution to the problem. Great literature

Murong Yichuan dispersed with the emperor before he entered the palace, with the dragon sword across his waist, and a copy of the evidence of his collusion with the emperor left by Nangong before his death, he would not give it to the emperor, it was one of his trump cards, and it should be presented to the people of the world at the right time.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, the emperor was in his own imperial study in the Taiji Hall to review the chapters that the ministers had just submitted, he knew that Murong Yichuan would come back yesterday, and he was about to come to him today, more or less the emperor's heart was a little apprehensive and panicked.

"Long live the Enlightenment, the blessed king Chitose has arrived." After listening to the emperor, the music book in his hand slipped on the dragon book case, and the time to come came after all; "Xuan." With a word of Xuan, the door of the imperial study slowly opened, and a tall figure became clear in the emperor's sight little by little, he was getting closer and closer to himself, getting closer and closer, the emperor felt that his back was cold, and the hairs on his body were about to stand up, but he raised his eyes to face the murderous aura flowing out of Murong Yichuan's deep eyes, and the cold expression of the other party was enough to freeze the warm water of June.

Although the emperor was apprehensive in his heart, he was very calm on the surface, and he was still sitting on the dragon chair as steadily as Mount Tai.

"Brother of the courtier, see Brother Huang. The great literature came to the front, Murong Yichuan Mali took out the dragon sword at his waist, and nodded at the emperor at three points according to the rules, even if it was a big salute, his tone was as cold as a knife, and the cold air on his face hit people, and he looked condescendingly at the emperor with a peaceful face sitting opposite him.

The emperor hurriedly owed Murong Yichuan slightly; "Yi Chuan, you can be counted as back, but I miss me badly, please sit down, please sit down." The emperor is merciful at the moment, and people who don't understand the truth will really be moved by his compassion. Murong Yichuan sat opposite the emperor, and at this time, the great eunuch was busy serving tea.

"There's nothing to do with you here, so give it to the king." Murong Yichuan glanced at the eunuch standing aside and said coldly.

The little eunuchs hurriedly said and obeyed the order and walked out of the imperial study one after another, and the moment the door closed, the air in the room seemed to freeze immediately.

Murong Yichuan looked at the emperor's calm expression and his fake concern, he couldn't wait to raise the dragon sword and kill the other party, but he couldn't do that after all, the time was not ripe, he could only press his anger down desperately.

"Ikawa; I'm really worried when I hear that you are in distress in South Vietnam, but fortunately you have returned safely, if it weren't for you to participate in the board meeting in my place this time, maybe I would have been in distress. The emperor looked at Murong Yichuan, who was still cold and still with a grateful face, and in order to hide his feelings, the emperor took a jade ruyi and played with it casually, trying to pretend to be very casual. Great literature

Murong Yichuan squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth; "This is what the younger brother should do, the imperial brother doesn't need to take it to heart, but the younger brother brought something to the imperial brother is not worth it, is the imperial brother interested in taking a look?" Murong Yichuan's eyebrows jumped, bringing out a little smugness.

The emperor didn't know what the other party wanted to show him, so he said with great interest; "Okay, the thing you brought to me must be interesting."

Murong Yichuan sneered; "That's nature." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, took out a roll of things from his bosom, and presented it to the emperor with both hands.

The emperor thought it was a precious scroll of calligraphy and paintings, so he hurriedly reached out and took it, opened the scroll with some interest, and unfolded it to see that there were indeed rows of dense words on it.

"Brother Huang; You have to look at it carefully" Murong Yichuan stared at the ground with a murderous look, and said through gritted teeth.

When the emperor looked at the things recorded on it, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and he subconsciously tore the file into two pieces and slapped it on the table; "It's really nonsense, this is clearly Nangong Jue provoking the feelings of you and my brother, so that our court will be unstable, Yi Chuan, you are a person who understands, you shouldn't be fooled."

Facing the excited emperor, Murong Yichuan sneered again, and the murderous aura circulating in his eyes changed a little, but he still had a slight smug expression, and Yichuan said in a slightly cold tone; "Brother Huang, the younger brother didn't say that this matter really has anything to do with you, why are you so excited? As the saying goes, if people don't know, unless you don't do it, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and there is no secret that will be sealed forever, brother Huang; Do you say yes or no? Murong Yichuan asked unhurriedly, staring at the emperor with sharp eyes, the emperor was desperately dodging Murong Yichuan's eyes, but after all, he couldn't dodge, when the four eyes were facing each other, the emperor felt that his entire bones were bubbling cold, and when he looked at the bright dragon slaying sword in Murong Yichuan's hand, how could he not be worried? After all, he was the emperor, and he still had a certain amount of city, and the expression on his face slowly returned to his initial calm.

"Ikawa; What exactly are you trying to say? The emperor pretended to be confused, and he deliberately diverted Murong Yichuan's questioning, but he threw the dossier that was torn into two pieces into the brazier under the dragon book case, and it turned into ashes in a short time......

Murong Yichuan leisurely drank a bowl of tea, and then poured another bowl for himself, his expression softened a little and looked at the emperor; "Brother Chen really has a request, I don't know if the royal brother can agree?"

"What please, you say." The emperor wanted to quickly calm the tense relationship between himself and King Fu, but when he saw that the other party's tone had eased a little, he hurriedly walked down the steps.

Murong Yichuan Road; "The position of the right prime minister is still vacant, I want the imperial brother to give me that position, and I want to give Zhou Dawei a duke."

The emperor faced the leisurely and greedy Murong Yichuan, he was naturally one hundred and twenty unwilling, if the right prime minister gave Murong Yichuan, his rights would become bigger and bigger, and it didn't matter if he gave Zhou Dawei a duke, but-

"I think Xiao Suen has done a good job, there is no need for a right prime minister, it is no problem to give Zhou Dawei a duke, he deserves it." The emperor directly rejected one of Murong Yichuan's requests.

Murong Yichuan's anger was a little heavier, he pointed the tip of his sword straight in the direction of the emperor's chest, although he saw a long distance, but in the face of this cold light emperor's face still changed slightly, he was sure that Murong Yichuan did not have the courage to kill himself, but he could do it with some color for himself.

"Ikawa; What do you want to do? The emperor's words trembled slightly, and the emperor had obviously begun to soften at this time.

Murong Yichuan smiled coldly; Then unhurriedly; "I don't want to do anything, but what if Zhao Gao did those things that the imperial brother did? What if the queen mother knew? Which is more important, Brother Huang weighs this by himself, don't think that the evidence can be torn up and it will be over, some things cannot disappear once they are done, and if you dare to touch my woman, don't blame me for being unkind to your son and daughter. Murong Yichuan stood up from the chair, drew a cold arc towards the emperor with the sword in his hand, then put the sword on his waist, and then strode out of the imperial study without looking back.