When the Queen Mother opened the door of the Golden Palace Council, she saw the former Prime Minister and her younger brother, Elio Patton, sitting on the Golden Throne. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Surrounded by huge stained floor-to-ceiling glass depicting white and purple irises, sunlight streaming through behind the glass windows makes the solid gold throne shine as if it were on fire.

Elio had the same red hair and green eyes as the Queen Regent, and now he was wearing a red cape and a silver eagle with a sword, and he looked extraordinary—for a moment, Relia almost thought she was sitting on the thick, cold metal.

The little king beside her shouted, "Get out, get out, get out!"

The difficult birth made Repon excited, and he could only call monophones, but he knew that this position belonged only to him.

Lelia came to her senses, her pale and gloomy face ghostly, and she rushed up the red steps, but her long skirt nearly tripped her up. She longed to tear apart the condescending man on the throne.

Elio Parton had a smile on the same gloomy face as his older sister—that ironic smile. He stood up from the golden throne, and the sun fell right on his red hair, as if to put a crown on him.

Holding the sword in one hand, he walked down the steps slowly, helped the Queen Mother Regent, and whispered, "Dear sister, be careful that your feet are unstable and you can't get up." ”

"Then be careful to roll down and smash your head. Lelia stared at the former Prime Minister viciously.

The little king angrily tore at his uncle's robe and told him to leave his mother.

Elio was still smiling, but he wanted to burn his brain-troubled nephew at the stake.

The council hall was empty, and there were no servants, only the imperial prime minister who coveted the throne, the queen regent who was as cold as iron, and a seven-year-old king who did not understand the world and loved only blood.

"What about the ministers of the Imperial Council?" the Queen Mother's slender, reddish eyebrows almost fell into a tree.

"I'm scared away by you, old lady. The prime minister scoffed.

"Don't think I didn't know you did it—the entire Golden Palace guard was made up of Silver Eagle's men. The Queen Mother said coldly.

"Please tell me what I did, I don't want to be called treason. Elio let go of the old lady's shoulders and walked down the steps, "I just remember you pointing your sword at my neck. ”

"At that moment, I felt that blood relations were all bullshit, and we had nothing to do with anything other than being born from a mother's ass*. The Prime Minister walked to the backlight, the shadow making his face look paler.

"You have stolen the list I have drawn up and informed the Central Inquisition—I had only wanted to raise taxes on these arrogant local nobles. On Midsummer, no one will be able to approach me except you and your guards. The Queen Mother gritted her teeth, as if she were talking to an enemy.

"Who knows, you have a bad mind and a narrow heart, but it's very similar to your style, old lady. You're going to behead us all - you can't even find the informer's shadow now, is it hiding in your bed?" Eleo stared at Relia with the same sharp gaze.

At this moment, the sound of the door of the council hall being pushed open broke the conversation between the two.

The first to walk in was Chancellor of the Exchequer Evan Hall, dressed in a golden satin gown, with neatly groomed hair and mustache, and always with a touch of cunning kindness.

He raised his fist with one hand in front of his chest and bowed silently to the little king and the queen mother.

The little king excitedly let go of his uncle's robe, rushed down the steps, drew his wooden sword, and slammed it into Evan's thigh, striking the minister's leg and waist with the wooden sword, and shouting, "Ride, kill, kill!"

Evan took a few steps back, bowed his knees to the King, and said, "Your Majesty, I will ask the craftsmen of Deep Valley City to forge another walnut sword for you, and I will guarantee that no other sword is more beautiful than it." ”

But the little king's eyes widened, and he shouted, "No, I want really, really, I want my uncle's sword!"

At this time, the Queen Mother Regent had already tidied up her clothes, and said coldly: "Is it the dereliction of duty of the bell-ringer, or the Chancellor of the Exchequer is dizzy--the Imperial Council should have been convened an hour ago." ”

Evan Hall stood up, bowed slightly, and apologized, but still had a smile on his face.

"The Home Secretary, the Imperial Justice, and the General Military Staff are probably also dazed. I think the Imperial Council can be dissolved. Elio Parton scoffed, "Lord Hall is loyal, and the Queen Regent would love to run the affairs of the country alone!"

At this moment Justice Nikolai Gluck paced in, saluted the King and the Queen Mother respectively with a serious expression, and walked to the conference table without saying a word.

Soon after, Home Secretary Mark Duna also arrived, as usual, with a gentle and charming smile on his face, but with a hint of coldness in it.

"Is Bailey-Sieri planning to be derelict in her duties?" the Queen Mother took her son by the hand, and little Lepon grabbed a bunch of cranberries and bit them into a bright red mouth.

"The Empress Dowager, the Military General Staff has left the imperial capital - he was extremely disappointed with the situation in the imperial capital, and said that he was willing to throw away his title and return to the domain. Elio replied with a sneer.

"Let him prepare to go into the dungeon!" the Queen Mother's eyes were as cold as ice.

The Prime Minister bowed and stood in the center of the table to announce the convening of the Imperial Council.

The corners of Liepan's mouth were still dripping with red juice, and he looked like he had bitten an animal, and blood splattered on his teeth. He screamed, "Sing, sing, I want to hear the courtiers sing!" Mother, you promised me!"

In the empty council hall, only the crow-like shouts of the little king were like a wheel shaft, slowly tightening everyone's nerves.

Queen Mother Lelia was silent, and everyone, including the Chancellor, looked dissatisfied.

"Dear Queen Mother, it's time for a meeting. "Mark Duna stood up and owed.

I saw Lelia's gloomy face, and the whole portrait was covered with a layer of frost: "Let the rigolettos come in." ”

The Home Secretary, with an ugly face, sat down and whispered to the Chancellor. Evan Hall clenched his fists lightly - fortunately, all eyes were on the open door, unaware of his nervousness.

The chains collide with the alabaster, making a continuous, torturous noise. Led by the guards, the first to enter was the shaman Ruy with a tooth collar and a fur, the wrinkles on his face that could trap flies, all of which shrank into a smiling face—the Nanfeng shaman bowed to the dignitaries.

Then, there is the jack-of-all-trades, who is pale-skinned and moves lewdly, like a white-haired mouse, and his bean-sized eyes look around.

The killer followed him, and the scimitar killer opened his eyes wide and tried desperately to cover his mouth, because he was told not to shout a mantra.

Then there was the Imperial Knight, who slapped his fist on his chest and shouted, "Long live the Irises Dynasty!"

Finally, there was a thin, handsome, pale gray-robed warlock who dragged a man in chains who did not know whether he had fainted or died.

These most terrible murderers of the empire entered the scene one after another to greet the nobles and lords present.

"What are they doing in here!" Elio Parton frowned, as if these thugs were more unbearable than excrement.

"Since you don't want to talk about politics, let's watch the show. The Queen Mother Regent smiled—but only a little upward in the line of her lips, which looked like a stiff wax sculpture: "Listen to what they have to say about the royal court." ”