The new emperor Shang Xin killed and killed, and his methods were cruel and resolute, and the entire court was changed with blood, and both inside and outside the court were terrified.

Some people gathered together to discuss countermeasures, and before a cup of tea was cooled, they were surrounded by groups.

Those in the harem, such as the ladies, hanged themselves, committed suicide, and the remaining few concubines and women of the first emperor were sent to the ancient temple to spend their lives as Buddhas.

There is only one person left, a beauty born as a dancing girl, named Qi Su.

once danced amazingly at the banquet, and was left in the harem by the first emperor. The appearance is not overwhelming, but the little blood between the eyebrows stained Yuxia red.

Su Qingyuan likes to let her stay in the palace, sit beside him and accompany him to review the folds, which is extremely intimate.

But he never called her to bed.

The harem was empty, and the previous dynasty did not dare to complain or speak out if there was anger.

In less than half a month, it was rumored that the new emperor could not be a person.

The ministers were also cautiously speculating on the thoughts of the high-ranking God King.

Rumors spread more and more widely.

Finally, one day, the young Ministry of Rites Shangshu stood up and held this book: "Holy Lord, you see, this folk rumor is spreading everywhere, which has hindered the stability of the country. If there is no one in the harem and there are no heirs, wouldn't it be difficult to hide the mouths of all beings? ”

The majestic emperor in the yellow robe on the high position did not give an answer, but just reclined on the dragon chair, his skeletal hands lazily fiddling with the crown beads in front of him.

After a while, he raised his eyelids, his narrow and gloomy peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the ministers kneeling in court clothes under the stage, his eyes were indistinguishable, and a light sneer leaked between his crimson thin lips.

"Aiqing...... It's to open the harem, right? ”

It's a question, but it's like a statement. Every word implies coercion, is full of anger, and makes people's hearts tremble. The tone was not hurried, and the hoarse and low-alcohol voice seemed to be mixed with cold wind, blowing into the ears of the Manchu ministers, and there was a chill in his heart, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The Rite Department Shangshu knelt on the ground with trembling legs, and his heart trembled when he listened. The more time passes, the more I want to slap myself twice.

The gaze staring at the floor became more and more unwilling, and he was proud and proud, like the stubborn grass on both sides of the road that did not want to be crushed.

With Emperor Xin's bad temperament, maybe one who doesn't like it will take his own life. But for the sake of the stability of the Great Zhao Dynasty, someone must come forward.

Unexpectedly, the condescending emperor just hooked the corners of his lips, and slowly opened his lips and said, "Okay......"

The last moment was still gentle and gentle, and the next moment it was like thunder splitting in the bottom of my heart, and the tone was cruel and vicious.

"Then you will be limited to three days, if you can't find the beauty I like... I'll see you there! ”

After speaking, the corners of his lips cracked, and the smile spread to the bottom of his eyes, elegant and flat: "How about my proposal, Shang Shulang?" ”

Shu Qingyuan leaned lazily on the dragon chair, holding his head with his hands on his head, looking playfully at the group of high-ranking officials in the court who bowed their heads like ostriches, and then turned his gaze to the straight back of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu who was prostrate on the ground.

The crown of the emperor hung down obliquely, covering the wanton anger in his peach blossom eyes, and his fingertips were wrapped around a few circles of green silk like a demon, and his handsome and bewitching face looked more and more charming.

The eyebrows and movements are not feminine at all, but they are inexplicably sultry and confusing.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites lowered his body, his forehead pressed against the ground, and there was a tremor hidden in his firm voice in reply: "...... Be. ”