"Young man, shed some blood, what's the matter." In this regard, Si Qu is extremely open, "My heir, if he refuses to shed blood, how can he hold up to my thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty said so."

Gonggong Liu lowered his head, bowed respectfully, got up and exited the imperial study, and went to ask the prince to kill the sky.

The East Palace is not far from the Imperial Study.

The East Palace was not so close to the imperial study, and Si Qu was very fond of the prince Si Jitian, and took the initiative to move the East Palace to the direction of the imperial study for the convenience of discussing politics. Therefore, it only took a quarter of an hour for Gonggong Liu to walk from the imperial study to the East Palace.

Si Jitian is twenty-one years old, tall and handsome. On top of that, he had a face that was almost identical to Si Qu's. According to Si Qu's words, Si Jitian is simply a copy of his youth, with exactly the same Danfeng eyes, exactly the same bright red tear mole, exactly the same tall nose bridge, and exactly the same thin lips.

If anything, it's temperament and taste.

Si Jitian's eyes had their own yin owl aura, full of bloody aura. He always had a strained face, as if he never smiled. He is a military genius, and the three million armies of the Hongmeng Empire were all trained by him. He was extremely strict in administering the army, and if anyone violated military discipline in the slightest and disobeyed orders, he would be executed. Every day, at least hundreds of people in the army are beheaded.

Do you think it was only the military who were beheaded?

That would be a big mistake, Si Jitian was just as strict with the subordinates he served in the East Palace. Strict to harsh, strict to cruel. Every day, at least two corpses would be dragged out of the East Palace, and none of them were a big mistake.

As soon as Gonggong Liu stepped into the East Palace, he saw a bloody scene-

"Who moved the parrot of the main palace?"

A loud roar, like a devil's roar, resounded in the main hall of the East Palace, shaking people's hearts and blood.

Brush Lala –

Hundreds of slaves in the East Palace knelt on the ground.

Kneeling at the front was a man from Luo Yunhe, in his thirties, with an ordinary face, but his eyes revealed shrewdness. He is the steward of the East Palace, the most trusted person of Si Jitian.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, she is a new little palace maid, she just came, she doesn't understand the rules of the East Palace, and she doesn't know that Lord Parrot can only be fed by you personally, and she has tampered with Lord Parrot's bird food." Luo Yunhe quickly found the culprit and pushed it out.

The little palace maid trembled with fright, crawled on the ground and kept begging for mercy, sobbing: "His Royal Highness the Prince, spare your life, the slave maid has just arrived, didn't the slave maid deliberately touch the parrot's food?" Please also ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to give the slave maid another chance......"

Si Jitian frowned slightly, his face was too handsome, and he could even be called enchanting, but his cold and gloomy temperament made people shudder: "Drag it out and cut it off."

"Yes."

Luo Yunhe got up, raised his hand, summoned two attendants, and dragged the little palace maid who made a mistake out.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't want it! Please spare the life of the little slave! The little slave will never dare again! ”

The little maid cried hysterically. The mournful voice made Liu Quan, the chief eunuch who had been in the palace for decades, unable to help but be moved.

But the hard-hearted Si Jitian was stunned and didn't blink his eyelids.

Outside the East Palace, there is a guillotine.