The box was clearly a living thing, and it was shaking constantly.

"What is this?" The Pope originally thought it was gold and silver and other possessions, but he had no interest. He can be said to be the third richest person in the world except for Lin Haoyan and the head of the Lanhe Zhao family, and one more box or one less box of jewelry will not bring any fluctuations to his heart.

But the shaking of the box succeeded in arousing his curiosity, and he thought to himself, with the size of this box, could it be a big eagle caught from the north? Or maybe it's the rumored exotic animals like the five-colored deer?

"Your Majesty retires." Sboro didn't explain anything, but just led people away.

"You, go open the box!" The middle-aged pope patted a woman lying on his shoulder.

The woman smiled and twisted Miaoman's body slowly approached the box, reached out to open the box but found that the box was closed very tightly, the Pope couldn't help but lose his temperament, turned over and got out of the big bed, although his body was a little fat, but it did not affect his movements, and he came to the red box in three or two steps.

Although the Pope's body was vain, his strength was surprisingly great, and he opened the red box at the slightest touch.

There was no eagle with wings outstretched, nor was there a five-colored light in the red box, but a box of pure white feathers, and on the feathers lay a girl tied with a red strap. The girl's face was full of horror, and her face was already covered with tears.

"Uncle Pope, save me!" After the red cloth stuffed in the girl's mouth was removed, she recognized the Pope for the first time.

The Pope didn't recognize the girl's origin at the first time, but now he did, and it turned out to be the daughter of another archbishop! The Holy Church of the Cross is now the most honorable of the three archbishops besides the Pope, one is Siboro, who is mainly responsible for the affairs of the Lan River Empire, the other is the regent of the Temple, mainly to manage the affairs of the Pope, and the other is the Bishop of Sandero, who has lost power.

The oldest of the three archbishops is the long-lost Bishop of Sandero. The original position of the Bishop of Sandero can be said to be the first of the three bishops, only a little lower than the Pope. It was only because in the Holy Country, the country where the Cross Holy Cult first spread, Saint Dro sternly opposed the proposal to poison the Holy Lord, and dispatched all the Templars around him to protect the Holy Lord.

Instead of thanking St. Drew, the Lord of the Holy Kingdom took the opportunity to send troops to drive out all the members of the Holy Cross Cult in his territory and burn down all the churches. Most of Saint-Drew's power is distributed in the Holy Kingdom, and it is precisely because of this that Saint-Drew's power is not only greatly reduced, but also condemned within the Church. If it weren't for the fact that Saint Drew still had a large number of believers in the Holy Church, he would have been executed by the Pope's order.

And the girl in front of her whimpering was the only daughter of Saint Drew. Saint Drew worked hard for the cause of the Holy Religion, and only married the princess of the Holy Kingdom when he was nearly half a hundred years old. This is also a good story, the eldest princess of the Holy Kingdom is also a faithful believer in the Holy Religion, and she still accompanies Saint Drew when the Holy Religion is expelled. The two slowly got in love and gave birth to a healthy daughter, who was very affectionate.

"Hong'er, why are you here?" The Pope gently stroked her back, as if to reassure her, "What about your father?" ”

"I ...... I don't know how I ended up here...... It looks like my father has been called away...... Uncle Pope, send me back. The girl known as Hong'er began to cry again, and anyone who was locked in a box for so long as it was dark in front of her eyes would panic, not to mention that it was just a child.

"Sborough gave me a big gift." The Pope immediately understood that it was Sboro who had done this, but Saint Dreo was completely unaware of it.

The Pope's originally soft eyes shone with greedy brilliance, and the big hand on the girl's back began to become restless: "Hong'er, Hong'er, didn't you notice that your Pope's uncle is not wearing clothes?" ”

The Holy Religion is still the Holy Religion, and the temple still reveals a divine halo in the sunlight, but the dim room in the depths is even darker and more blurry, and from time to time there are heart-rending screams and cries from the girl.

As he walked through the temples, greeting the religious staff of the Holy Church, and condolences to the believers who were still tidying up the lawn, he was in a particularly good mood today. For when he heard the first cry from outside the house, he knew that someone was going to finish the Holy Church, whether it was the stubborn old bishop St. Drew, or the pope who was still enjoying his pleasures. Of course, it would be best if both men came to an end because of this.

"Ah, Archbishop Sboro!" An old man walked out of the academy and greeted him when he saw him.

"Hello, old bishop." Siboro also returned the favor with a thorough courtesy, and there was no disrespect in his words.

"The archbishop seems to be in a good mood today!" The old bishop of Saint Dro is already over half a hundred years old, and even if he has lost the right to speak on the Holy Religion, he is in a good mental state. The Holy Sect sent him to the position of teaching in the Academy, which could be regarded as not wasting the profound wisdom of this old man.

"Yes, I am very happy to see the Holy Sect flourishing, and I will be even happier in the future." Sboro looked at the highest cross in the middle of the temple complex and smiled "sincerely."

"Hahaha, huh? It's good to be young! Sandero laughed along, and smiled sincerely.

"Old bishop, I still have something to do, so I'll retire first." Sibro couldn't stand the old bishop's smile, and every time he saw the old bishop's smile, he felt very uncomfortable, and he always felt how hypocritical that smile was.

"Be with God." Old Bishop Sandero smiled and tapped his chest and forehead with two fingers.

"Together." Sboro returned the favor.

Soon after, the Pope lay down contentedly on the bed, beside which was a young girl whose body was still convulsing. The girl's eyes were blank, and apart from the fact that her body twitched from time to time, it proved that she was still alive, not much different from a corpse. The girl's body was covered with scratches and bruises from the intense pressure, and there were several streaks of blood between her legs.

At this moment, the girl no longer has the original smart breath, but in just a few dozen minutes, her life has fallen from heaven to hell, her eyes are dark, and her throat seems to be blocked by something, and she can no longer make a sound.

But the Pope seemed to see a new world, and for the first time he realized that the original youthful atmosphere could fascinate him so much. That jerky and useless resistance could slowly provoke his already numb desires, and the tight and energetic flesh made him so obsessed.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do with her?"

"Didn't Dol be fed to death by you a few days ago, just raise Dol there." The Pope was in a very good mood, and replied casually, "Wash it first, and save it for next time." ”

Dole is a sheepdog raised by a favorite concubine, and soon someone brings a leash.

Zhao Fu had already completed the conversation with Lin Haoyan, and received the seal of the Northwest General and the edict of canonizing the king of the Northwest granted by Lin Haoyan in front of hundreds of important ministers in the court meeting. Lin Haoyan did not regard his conversation with Zhao Fu as a child's play, he always wanted to be a mature emperor who was in charge of himself, rather than a "young emperor" in everyone's mind. Therefore, he said that he would do it, let Zhao Fu lead the military affairs of the northwest, and be sure to capture or kill the chief of Beihu!

The government and China had mixed reactions to this bold appointment, and the clever ministers had already begun to give gifts to the Lan Ting, while the mature ministers were probing whether there was a deeper meaning hidden behind Lin Haoyan's decision, and the old-school ministers were a little frightened, for fear that the "young and bold emperor" would make them return to their hometowns with an edict.

But whoever it is, no matter what kind of thinking it has, knows one thing clearly from this appointment. That is, Zhao Fu will definitely become one of the few powerful ministers in the Lanhe Empire! This is not the youngest town guard, but the youngest prince! It's still a prince with a different surname! Some people are happy and some are worried, most of the happy people are young people who want to make meritorious contributions, and they are more worried about conservative officials, Zhao Fu is already a prince at his current age, so once the Northwest War is established, isn't it to the point where there is no reward and no reward?

Lin Haoyan's mood is also very good, holding Shi Yiqiu in the imperial study to paint, although his level of painting is indeed not good, but it is better than the mood. This is not the first time that he has passed his own proposal by consensus, but only this time makes him feel that he has really grasped the power of the Lanhe Empire and has really grown up.

"Your Majesty, is this really good?" Shi Yiqiu and Lin Haoyan didn't wear clothes properly when they were alone, or no matter what clothes she wore, she would be picked off by Lin Haoyan immediately.

"Don't you like it?" Lin Haoyan's mood is not ordinarily good, anyone with the beauty in his hands will be in a good mood, he is painting a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and one hand is still wandering in Shi Yiqiu's clothes.

"Nasty...... I know that people are not asking you this......" Shi Yiqiu exhaled like an orchid and bit Lin Haoyan's ear, "People are telling you business......

"You're my business!" Lin Haoyan laughed, but instead of pressing the beautiful woman in his arms under him like a wolf like a tiger, he looked at the picture of the country he had just drawn on the desk from a distance. It's just that this map of the rivers and mountains is a little different, it not only includes the existing territory of the Lanhe Empire, but also has a large piece of territory in the north, reaching the North Sea!

Shi Yiqiu is still as accustomed to Lin Haoyan as before and letting his temperament let his hands come, but she still frowns slightly, of course, she is not dissatisfied with Lin Haoyan's salty pig hands, but somewhere else, like Lin Haoyan, she also set her eyes on the chic map of the country.