Meanwhile...

The main hall of the palace...

Ouyang Song is feasting...

Isn't it speechless...

This is all angered by Ouyang Qing...

Ever since his "good brother" married the dancer named Ah Rou, Ouyang Song had an extremely bad habit - overeating, although, strictly speaking, this does not seem to be a bad habit.

He once said: This can relieve emotions.

No one could persuade him.

Moreover, he spends his days doing nothing but casting. Talent is limited, so it's impossible to cultivate in this life. On this point, he has the same attitude as the day-to-day, but instead despises people such as Chen Jinzhi and Yu Yan.

However, in the past few years, Chen Jinzhi has not made much progress, and he is still the cultivation of the third stage of the king rank. If it weren't for the fear of being beaten, it is estimated that Ouyang Song would have laughed in person.

In addition to cultivation, he doesn't have to deal with government affairs. Anyway, Chen Jinzhi and a number of civil officials who are his subordinates have arranged it. So, how can he Ouyang Song have anything to do.

"Your Majesty. ”

Suddenly, a person who looked like an official appeared at the gate.

The steps were hurried, the hem of his clothes was sluggish, and the man almost tripped and fell to the ground several times.

"Take it closer. ”

Seeing that the official-looking person had already opened the envelope for himself, Ouyang Song then spoke.

Syllable...

He was gnawing on a chicken claw, and the sound was like a bone being spit on his plate.

Ouyang Song then moved his gaze to the letter paper.

。。。

Unexpectedly...

Suddenly froze...

。。。

"Uh... ”

Suddenly, Ouyang Song's whole person leaned back and coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem... ”

Choked?

The official-looking man hurriedly folded the letter in half, and then was about to bring him water.

"Ahem, ahem... ”

However, what is bizarre is that Ouyang Song actually calmed down in an instant and waved his hand again and again.

Then, he pounced forward, ignoring the oil on his hands, and grabbed the letter with wide eyes.

It was a stalemate for a while...

He looked at it repeatedly.

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

Front...

Reverse side...

。。。

。。。

It's probably been repeated more than a dozen or twenty times, and it shows his anxiety.

Even though there is no word on the back of this letterhead.

Yes, there are no words at all!

"Crazy... ”

"Crazy... ”

"It's crazy... ”

Ouyang Song suddenly began to repeat this sentence.

"Crazy he... ”

In the end, like a toppled edifice, his whole body collapsed as if he had lost any strength.

He sank into his rich, velvet-filled couch.

And the official-looking person seemed to see that the situation was not good, and hurriedly slipped away.