Smack!

Crash!

There was a sound of smashing in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and the whistling of the robe shaking was mixed with a deep and angry pant that was extremely suppressed.

Mu Chun craned his neck like a quail, standing in the main hall, without saying a word, facing the ground with an old face as if he were dead.

"Damn, Huangkou Xiao'er, I was deceived too much! I dared to use the emperor to blackmail me, kill me, kill all those storytellers, and those beggars, together with the old, weak, sick and disabled of Wu Wangfu, ......"

Zhao Yukun was hideous like a ghost, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he hissed and shouted.

"The emperor said carefully, if it is known by the historian, it is necessary to ......"

Mu Chun was shocked and hurriedly stopped.

"Shut up, if it weren't for your useless pig and dog, how could the yellow-mouthed child be bullied on my head?"

Zhao Yukun was shocked and reprimanded.

"The slave knows that it is difficult to forgive the sin of ten thousand deaths, and the top priority is how to calm down this matter, if it is allowed to spread when its 'three people become tigers', the soldiers are still in trouble, and they are afraid that the North Jin Demon will find out, give up the tribute, and ask for the eldest princess of the emperor!"

Mu Chuncheng knelt on the ground in fear and kowtowed.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Yukun's eyes twitched, and the words brought by Mu Chun flashed in his mind, and he snorted angrily.

Mu Chun didn't dare to get up, so he kept kowtowing and banging.

"Get up!"

I don't know if it's pitiful, or if I think of something, Zhao Yukun's eyes flashed with a complicated color, and he said expressionlessly.

"Thank you for your grace!"

Mu Chun got up slowly, stood with his hands tied, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Mu Chun, is that kid waiting for my answer outside the palace gate now?"

Zhao Yukun rubbed his eyebrows and sat back on the dragon chair, with an indescribable tiredness in his expression.

"Back to the emperor, the prince of Wu Wang is outside the palace gate, before coming, he mentioned Dengwengu, if this matter is not allowed, with his character, I am afraid it will ......"

Mu Chun said with a slight hesitation.

"Hmph, Dengwen Drum, Dengwen Drum again, if it weren't for the public...... Whew, if it weren't for the three kings who said something for him at the beginning, so that this son could get a chance to breathe, how could there be such a situation today?

Zhao Yukun snorted angrily and patted the handrail.

Mu Chun trembled all over, and his face was bitter.

Seriously, if it weren't for his kindness back then, Wu Ming would not have come to this day.

"However, he used this matter as a threat to let me redeem the Beijin Proton, and he didn't ask for permission to inherit the throne, what do you think?"

Zhao Yukun asked.

"This ...... The slave doesn't know! However, with the style of the prince, I am afraid that this matter will not be settled!"

Mu Chun shook his head with a bitter face.

"I don't know this, I don't know that, what do I want you to do?"

Seeing that he was hit and had no fighting spirit, Zhao Yukun was angry and couldn't help but scold angrily.

Mu Chun couldn't, so he had to kowtow again.

A dignified congenital strongman, it is just a slave and a servant all his life, mixed to this point, not to mention the only one, it is rare in the world.

In the face of Zhao Yukun's unreasonable questioning and shirking of responsibility, Mu Chun, who was deeply servile, was inevitably dissatisfied.

Especially when I think of the respect and status that Wu Fu received in Wu Ming, I can't help but yearn for it!

But it was only a glimmer of light, and it was pressed down by the servility accumulated over the years, and humbly curled up on the ground.

"That's it, that's it, it's come to this, so why should I allow him? Don't think that this is the case, I can't do anything about him. ”

There was silence in the hall for a long time, and Zhao Yukun waved his hand tiredly.

"Your Majesty, if you use ...... Clan property, don't say that a few ancestors will not agree, I'm afraid even ......"

Mu Chun was shocked and said tremblingly.

"Hmph, with such a large amount of resources, how can they all use the royal treasures, naturally they have to make efforts and unite as one to welcome back the proton!

You go and tell that kid that this is my bottom line, if you dare to make waves again, don't blame me for killing those beggars!

Also, the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Rites, and Wu Zhongyi will stay in his excerpts, and if he does not have a suitable reason, he will blame me for not being merciful and deprive him of the qualification to inherit the throne!"

Zhao Yukun snorted coldly and waved his hand.

"The emperor is shengming, the slave is going to pass the decree!"

At this point, Mu Chun had to obey the order, and ran out of the hall after taking pictures.

In fact, there is no slander in his heart, and he has come to this point, so what is there to talk about, but he just doesn't dare to declare it!

"Uncle Huang has watched the play for so long, don't you want to say something?"

After he left, Zhao Yukun's face suddenly sank and shouted at the corner.

"It's come to this, what do you want the emperor to say?"

The carved dragon on the pillar of the main hall flashed, and it came to life, turning into a fat and strong figure in the blink of an eye, and it was the Golden Scale Demon Emperor!

"If you hadn't secretly colluded with Xuanleimen, the Confucian juniors and Wu Zhongyi, how would there be today's incident?"

Zhao Yukun's face was pale.

"Hmph, you have to think clearly, what am I doing so much for? it is for my holy way, and it is also for your Zhao family's eternal inheritance!

If it weren't for your father's indecision, even if he finally agreed to the emperor's plan, he missed the opportunity and almost ruined the big thing.

Even so, it also gave Lu Lao'er a chance, not only did he kill the emperor who locked himself in Longtan for three years, but he was also injured by the holy sword and couldn't take action in person. ”

The blood in the golden scale's eyes flashed, and he unceremoniously accused.

"I don't know about what happened back then, and I don't want to know, but now we can't solve the problem by passing the buck to each other.

You have also seen that kid's methods, even I have no way, and those backhands of yours may not be able to stop him. ”

Zhao Yukun was furious and said in a deep voice.

"The emperor admits that he did underestimate this son, but from his means, he also saw some heels, I'm afraid that if you and I don't need to make a move, someone will automatically jump out to deal with him!"

Golden scale yin measurement track.

"Oh, please also ask Uncle Huang to tell me bluntly, so that I can have a bottom in my heart, so as not to be constrained!"

Zhao Yukun's eyes flashed.

"Hey, if the emperor is not mistaken, he must have an unclear relationship with the Zongheng family. ”

Golden Scale sneered.

"Vertical and ......"

Zhao Yukun gasped, his eyes could not hide his surprise, and his words were a little unfavorable.

"Yes, it's exactly what you think of as the vertical and horizontal family that is the first of all things!"

The golden scales are deep, and there is a faint flicker of red golden light and shadow.

"Yes, now it seems that this son has repeatedly turned danger into relief, and he thought that he was borrowing strength, but now it seems that it is the way to combine vertical and horizontal.

In this case, Confucianism will not tolerate him!"

Zhao Yukun's face changed again and again, and he slapped his face at the last time, and said with a very heavy look.

"Throughout the dynasties of Shenzhou, there is no shadow of the Zongheng family, the most powerful in the Middle Ages, what kind of majesty is that?

It's a pity that because of the dispute over the Holy Dao, the Confucian Ancestor forced the Dao Ancestor to suppress the Zongheng Patriarch, if it weren't for the taboo, how could it be-for-tat until now?"

The golden scales are mysterious.

"It seems that this time the Confucian juniors made a move, not necessarily because they planted their heads in the hands of this son several times!"

Zhao Yukun regained his former majesty and said coldly.

"So, you and I just need to arrange it secretly and wait and see what happens!"

Golden Scale Road.

"Okay, I will deal with this matter as appropriate, and Uncle Huang can arrange secret matters!"

Zhao Yukun took a deep breath and said.

"Don't worry, what the emperor promised you, he will never break his word!"

Before the golden scales spoke, they turned into a cloud of red light and shadow and merged into the pillar carved dragon.

"Hmph, you'd better do what you say, otherwise, I will fight against the dragon qi, and I will also suppress you with the luck of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Yukun's eyes flashed coldly, and his right hand stroked the jade seal on the side and said coldly.

......

At the same time, not far from the gates of the palace.

"Shizi, the emperor has agreed, but raising such a large amount of resources is by no means something that can be completed overnight, I hope you can stop as soon as possible. ”

Mu Chun pleaded.

"You know, how I wish Emperor Zhao hadn't agreed!"

Wu Ming looked at it from afar, and the giant drum in front of the square on the right side of the palace gate slowly lowered the curtain.

"Emperor Zhao?"

Mu Chun was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the carriage was already more than ten meters away, and his expression was indescribably complicated, "Hey, it seems that in his heart, he has completely hated the royal family!"

It's no wonder that both generations of parents and ancestors were killed, and if there is still a sense of belonging, it is called a strange thing!

"The son of the world walks slowly, there is still one thing in our family. ”

Thinking like this, his feet were not slow, and he quickly chased after him, and the matter was not over yet!

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Wu Ming lifted the curtain and said lightly.

"Please take a look at the world, our family still has something to do, so I won't accompany you!"

Mu Chun took out a letter and handed it over, and without saying much, he turned around and left.

"Wait!"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled slightly, shook the envelope, and said with a deep gaze, "Gonggong Mu is a busy man, and this son doesn't want to talk nonsense, so withdraw all the spies who are deployed in the southern outer city, otherwise, this son doesn't have so many people, notify the whole city!"

"Shizi rest assured, everyone has withdrawn from that incident!"

Mu Chun's temples jumped suddenly, so he couldn't take his back breath, and after saying that, he left.

"Hehe, there is labor!"

Wu Ming nodded noncommittally, lowered the curtain, crumpled the envelope into a ball casually, and his hands turned into crumbs and spilled them with a mistake.

"Little master, why is this?"

Wu Fu didn't know why.

"It's nothing more than the resentful words of the eldest princess of the emperor, don't look at it!"

Wu Ming sniffed his fingertips, and a wisp of fragrant fragrance entered his nostrils, and he sneered.

"It's also a poor man, born a ruthless royal family, and he can't help himself!"

Wu Fu said with emotion.

Zhao Wanru was accepted as a disciple by Lu Jiuyuan, and slapped the Zhao Song royal family and the Golden Scale Demon Emperor fiercely, but she didn't expect to turn her head and hit Zhao Yingluo's idea.

What's even more impressive is that looking at the situation, the Zhao Song royal family obviously agreed!

It is also reasonable to say that a mere princess is either a marriage tool and becomes a political victim, or she can only exchange for an external force as powerful as the Golden Scale Demon Emperor!

"This ...... woman"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and a faint shadow like Lan couldn't help but appear in his mind, overlapping and overlapping, even if his heart was as strong as him, he couldn't tell the difference, it was Zhao Wanru or Lan Xinhui!

Although Zhao Yingluo is peerless and unparalleled in the world, he is not interested at all, he only remembers the two daughters, and even Liu Yixue's shadow has been compared!

"It's time to get rid of those flies, too!"

Wu Ming rubbed his eyebrows, eliminated distracting thoughts, and said with a slightly cold gaze.