There was no hoarse shouting, only the softness of whispering, which could be heard in the ears of a few people in the room, but it was so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cellar. Is she crazy? That's right, it must be crazy because I can't stand the stimulation!

"Do you think I'm crazy? Cluck...... Okay, I'm just crazy, and I'm going to act like a crazy woman today. Save you from treating me as a soft persimmon one by one, and whoever wants to pinch a handful can pinch it. I'm fed up...... Archer! She shook her body, trying to maintain her balance, chuckled a few times, and shouted into the closed door.

"Bang bang ......" The wooden window ridge was shattered by a blow from the outside, and arrows flashing with cold light were aimed at everyone in the room except for Lianlei. The bow was already full of strings, just waiting for the order of mercy......

"The Nine Princes boast that you are sharpshooters who can wear Yang in a hundred steps, I wonder if you can only shoot through their clothes without hurting your skin?" Mercy asked, looking across the cheeks of everyone in the room, smiling and turning her back to her borrowed archer.

Looking at each other, the archers were slightly stunned. The sound of the bowstring loosening sounded, and a little cold star went straight to the head of Mo Mingcheng, who was sitting in the first place. With a soft sound of "pop ......", the ruler-long carved arrow was nailed to the middle hall of the tiger descending the mountain hanging behind Mo Mingcheng, and the tail of the arrow only shook slightly a few times before it regained its calm, it was obvious that this arrow was powerful and heavy!

Lian Lei raised her head slightly, and looked at Mo Mingcheng who was unscathed with some suspicion. Missed? Frowning slightly, it was clear that Mercy was not satisfied with such an outcome. The words of red lips and reproach were already swirling on the tip of her tongue...... and a "his......s" sound of silk tearing sounded. Mo Mingcheng's bun suddenly spread out......

"Good archery ......" Mercy Lei praised, turned and walked towards the door of the small hall. Stepping over the threshold, she turned her back to the people in the room and whispered, "Let's teach you a lesson!" Remember that sheep are sometimes angry......" Immediately, he waved his hand at the archers: "Shoot only through clothes, shoot them like hedgehogs for me, hum......" With a cold snort, Lianlei walked down the stone steps, turned a corner, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Imperial Study.

Zhan Lingxiao sat expressionlessly on the Taishi chair, his fingers tapping on the desktop of the dragon bookcase. There was an old man kneeling on the ground with a white beard, dressed in civilian clothes and not showing the official rank, but at this time, he could appear in the imperial study, and it also reflected from one side that he must be an important minister of the court who relied on Zhan Lingxiao as the humerus.

"Your Majesty, this 'first floor in the world' will become a problem for elbows and armpits if you don't obey education and connive......" Lu Ding was a veteran of the two dynasties. He knew what it was capable of. But isn't there a saying that is well said? "A wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts", for the sake of social health, he feels that it is his responsibility to speak frankly.

"The First Floor of the World" His Majesty Gu detected that he was the world-famous killer organization "Star Picking Tower", and today, Na Wen Sixian revealed that they had faintly controlled more than half of the dynasty's commerce. Rejected His Majesty's canonization, and his disobedience was revealed. Take 10,000 steps back, even if you don't kill it immediately, you have to prevent it!

The prince is undecided. Although the first emperor's orphaned nine princes, Zhan Qingfeng, were frail and had already stated that he did not covet the unification. But now he is mixed with the "first floor in the world" and that Wen Sixian, the meaning is unclear, how can others be allowed to snore on the side of the couch? The story of raising tigers for troubles happens from generation to generation.

Your Majesty is good at everything, merciful and loving to the people. But there is always an unfathomable look on his face, which makes it difficult for him, an old minister, to guess his joy and anger, what is his plan? Hanging his head, Lu Dingyi frowned.

"Elder Lu Ge, are you questioning my old age and mediocrity?" Stopping his tapping hand, Zhan Lingxiao glanced at Lu Dingyi, who was kneeling on the ground, with a light smile, and said softly with slight displeasure.

"The minister should damn it......" kowtowed, and Lu Ding didn't dare to raise his head again as soon as he hit the ground, and he repeatedly accused the crime.

"Fushuang, what are you still doing? Help Lu Ge get old, I remember that Lu Ge's old cold legs can't be cold......" He glanced at Fu Shuang, who was standing with his hands hanging down beside him, and commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty......" Fushuang stepped forward and lifted Lu Dingyi trembling on the ground. Lu Dingyi slammed to the ground against Zhan Lingxiao in fear, and then carefully put his farts on the edge of the chair.

"What does Elder Lu Ge think about the situation in this world? Even though I say it, I forgive you for your innocence......"

"Your Majesty, the imperial dynasty has been established for decades, and the frontier is stable. The older northern barbarians have the shock of the old prince and are worry-free in the short term. The crisis of the dynasty is inside but not outside, let's talk about this capital first, the prince is undecided, and the open and secret battles of several princes have developed to the point of doing everything they can, and now if the nine kings are not willing to be lonely......"

"I still trust Qingfeng's nephew, this Hugh will mention it again......" The slightly cold scolding, which made Lu Ding's words of admonition to his lips involuntarily swallowed back. The old face was flushed, and the words were held in his heart, which made him feel the urge not to vomit or be unhappy. He knew what His Majesty was worried about? Fame? This is useless for an emperor, and if you win, you can tamper with the history books at will, or where did the "winner, prince, loser, and thief" come from? Since it is a cancer, it is subtle to eradicate it early, and it will change later!

"Your Majesty......" Fushuang heard a few knocks on the edge of the window, he knew that it was the prompt sound of Ouchi Qianniuwei sending the information back, bowed down, and said to Zhan Ling Xiao in an inquiring tone.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Zhan Lingxiao waved his hand at Fushuang and motioned for him to take the information. took the thin bamboo tube with fire paint handed over by Fushuang, rubbed open the seal, and Zhan Lingxiao poured out the small paper roll inside. Glancing at the paper, Zhan Lingxiao's brows furrowed, and his hand involuntarily tapped on the table of the dragon bookcase.

The light sound of "Bangbang ......" scattered the courage that Lu Dingyi had just condensed, as a minister, he still had the "eyesight" to observe words and looks, he knew that it was not convenient for him to say anything at this time, otherwise, he might be burned, right?

Peeking at Zhan Lingxiao, Lu Dingyi took a long breath and frowned, he was guessing what was written? It made His Majesty's face change several times? Invasion of the Empire? Shaking his head, he couldn't ......

"I'm a little uncomfortable, Lu Ge Lao kneel down!" Standing up, Zhan Lingxiao raised his legs and walked out of the imperial study. Standing in front of a leafy osmanthus tree, with his back to Fushuang: "Passing the dragon is free......"

His gaze rested on the small note in his palm again, and there were only four words: "Wen and Jiu join hands to ......" (to be continued......