"Niangniang, the emperor invites you to come over. ＋，x.” The father-in-law bent over the closed palace door.

The princess is a powerful concubine, her words and deeds can affect the emperor, and her father-in-law is afraid that his words and deeds will provoke this painting concubine, and people can make people lose their heads if they are unhappy.

"Got it, please wait a minute. After dressing up in the main palace, I went with my father-in-law. The sound of the painting came from inside.

"Yes." My father-in-law didn't feel any relaxation because of Minghua's good speech. On the contrary, I have been in this palace for so many years, and I have seen a set of concubines who have seen a set of faces and a set of concubines, saying that they can't finish talking about it in the last three days.

But in the end, there is no one who can be favored by the emperor like the painting concubine.

"Father-in-law Lao has been waiting for a long time." Minghua smiled slightly.

The father-in-law bent down, "Niangniang is really tormenting the old slave." With a smile, "Niangniang is here, please." ”

Jing Guangyao looked at the contents of the fold repeatedly in the imperial study, and the expression on his face changed.

It wasn't until the sound of "Guifei Niangniang begging to see" outside the door that her eyebrows were raised.

Stretched out his hand and beckoned to the painting, "Look, the thing described on this fold is witchcraft?" ”

Ming Hua took it. Tsai carefully looked at the contents of the fold.

The first half is to say that one after another, the whole family of the great evil people were executed, and they died tragically at night, like beasts tearing, which is not impossible if it is witchcraft. All it takes is a few blue wolves.

The expression of the Ming painting begins to change when you see the second half.

The letter said that on the last day, the gods came down and said that this was a warning and punishment for the border city and county orders to bend the law for personal gain. The border city and county orders should be worthy of their official positions. The point is. Not only can that god manipulate monsters wrapped in black cloaks, wolves with red eyes, but he can even grow and manipulate vines at will!

Minghua's eyes were fixed on the three words on the fold. "With vines", the hatred that gradually condensed under his eyes was gradually condensed.

Vine. Born and manipulated at will. Coupled with the people of the Fengyin family and the Shantai family that she had come into contact with before, there was only one person who could do this-Mingmei.

This hurt her whole family, caused her master to die tragically, and she was forced to come to Yanguo's sister.

Bright.

Hum. Ming Hua snorted coldly in his heart, did he come to Yanguo?

Then she took this opportunity to take her life! Avenge her dad and sister! Avenge her master, Feng Yinqi! For herself. Avenge!

Jing Guangyao looked at the hatred that flashed in Minghua's eyes, and asked with some distress, "Did Hua'er remember something?" ”

Plain painting does not speak. Just staring at the fold, tears fell one by one like pearls with broken threads, and his voice was slightly choked, "I can't think of all"

"The painting just suddenly remembered some pictures," Ming Hua's expression was very frightened. The whole person can't help but squat down. Jing Guangyao hurriedly walked out of front of the bookcase. Holding Minghua's shoulders and holding Minghua in his arms, "I'm not afraid of painting." Brother Jing is here. ”

"Someone" Minghua didn't seem to be aware, and even his body was trembling slightly, "There are many vines, there are many vines"

"Someone stretches out their hands, and there are so many vines that want to wrap around me! A lot of vines kept chasing me."

"It's horrible! It's scary! ”

"Don't don't pester me!!" Ming Hua suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell softly in Jing Guangyao's arms. Choked up with tears.

Jing Guangyao hugged Ming Hua tightly in his arms in distress, and his voice was gentle, "Don't be afraid of painting, Brother Jing is here." No one dares to pester you! ”

"Brother Jing is the emperor, here. No one dares to disobey Brother Jing, you know? ”

"Brother Jing will protect you." Jing Guangyao gently patted Minghua's back, his voice firm and gentle.

Ming Hua buried his face in Jing Guangyao's arms, his body still trembling slightly, and it looked like he was continuing to sob. The small body is pitiful.

However, the face of Ming Painting has long lost the slightest sense of horror. There was even a cold and sinister light in his eyes.

Bright-bright. Since you have come to Yanguo, let's stay here forever.

Here, her Ming painting is where her power lies, and Mingmei is just an ant who doesn't even have an identity.

This time. New hatred and old accounts. She will calculate well and brightly.

Mingmei owes her, she will get it back the same!

Long.

As if Jing Guangyao had finally calmed down under Jing Guangyao's comfort, Ming Hua sniffed, and he could vaguely glimpse the pear blossoms and rain from her voice.

In the eyes of men, holding on not to cry is always more pitiful than crying with grief. Ming painting has long been the perfect use of these things that I know by heart.

"It's not witchcraft, it's it"

Yong Fengyan threw the fold in his hand to the ground very casually.

The ministers were terrified. Rows knelt down, "Your Majesty! This is no child's play! ”

The corners of Yong Fengyan's mouth twitched slightly, extremely enchanting but with a cold smile, "Kill the Yao Ge they sent, and hang Yao Ge's body outside the imperial capital." ”

"I've never felt like this was a joke. Zhong Aiqing, do you think there is something wrong? Although Yong Fengyan was smiling, the aura around her body was cold for several degrees.

Some courtiers couldn't help but step forward, he wanted to say that there were thunders and fires on the battlefield, and even the Yong Dynasty army killed each other, which was simply what the Yuan Kingdom preached, it was the heavens that couldn't see it, and it was the punishment that the heavens gave them to the Yong Dynasty. At this time, the emperor should issue an edict to punish himself, where can he directly kill the hostages sent by the Yuan Kingdom to express friendship? This is going to provoke the wrath of heaven!

Before the courtier stepped forward and knelt down, Yong Fengyan's voice fell lightly, "If Zhongqing thinks that it is child's play that I didn't kill a few mediocre ministers to quell the so-called 'heavenly anger', then I will wait for Zhongqing to come out." Mao-Sui-self-recommended. ”

The footsteps of the courtiers stopped.

Compared with the wrath of the sky, it is still a man-made disaster that is more terrifying.

There was silence below.

Yong Fengyan looked lightly at the father-in-law who was waiting on the side.

The father-in-law bowed to Yong Fengyan and turned to the civil and military officials, "If there is something to do, there is nothing to retreat." ”

The ministers bowed their heads. One by one, they knelt down, "Long live my emperor." ”

"Retreat—"

The father-in-law's slightly shrill voice resounded in the hall. After the ministers dispersed, Yong Fengyan did not leave. Just leaning on the armrest of the dragon chair, he seemed to be looking out of the door with a vacant gaze.

In the name of God's will, Yao Ge was sent here, saying that God wanted them to coexist peacefully, so they were not to blame for the past.

Once the existence of the gods is accepted by the people, the reason he uses to attack the kingdom will become a strong argument. Because God's choice is to defeat the Yong Dynasty.

Naturally, he put the Yong Dynasty in an unjustifiable position.

And the young emperor of the Yuan Kingdom definitely didn't have such a strategy.

It must be bright again.

Yong Fengyan's eyes began to ignite a little flame because of these two words.

Akemito. I. I won't just let you go. (To be continued.) )