Chapter 141: Extreme Shame

Thick reluctantly glanced at the beauty beside him, withdrew his hand from her chest, her body fragrance was still on her sleeves, there was a thick resentment in his heart, and he secretly swore in his heart: Murong Yang, you must die well, I will apply all the criminal laws of the world to you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Anger in his heart turned to anger, but he was drunk on his face, and he didn't care at all, tilted his head and said to the maid who was serving him beside him: "You go and serve the emperor's uncle, so that you can serve it, otherwise I will not be spared!"

The woman answered, and she obediently threw herself into Murong Yang's arms.

Murong Yang's palms walked unscrupulously on the woman, and the sound of giggling came into the ears of the little emperor, as if he was the slightest ghost, his heart was in pain, his little face was swollen and red, and he wanted to drip blood, and his eyes were also red and scary.

Murong Yang, who was in the first place, didn't care, and laughed, "Drunk and lying on the knees of beauty, only the palm of my hand, the world doesn't know the emperor, and the country has my name!"

The ministers praised one after another, as if they did not hear the meaning, and praised one after another: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

Zhao Haochen shook his head beside him, such a naked slap in the face, it is estimated that this regent dares to do this, but who knows, unexpectedly, the little emperor Murong Xun does not seem to have the charm that he can give him, so he stood up and held his wine glass.

"Uncle Huang is full of talent, it's really a good poem, my nephew admires it, and my little nephew does it first as a respect!"

Murong Xun raised his head and poured the mellow wine into his throat, Zhao Haochen looked at the emperor, and secretly admired: It is worthy of being the emperor, this endurance is really no one, but it is really lustful, anything can be endured, the only one who changes color is that woman, it is estimated that one day, he will definitely die in the hands of a woman, maybe he will die at a young age.

"This king is a little drunk, and he wants to go back to the mansion to rest!" Standing up staggered under the support of the two maids, Zhao Haochen thought about mentioning Murong Xun, but the little emperor was too into the play, as long as he didn't touch the woman, he didn't have anything to do with himself at all, three steps and two steps, sent the maid on the side away, and personally supported this Murong Yang.

"Uncle Huang, be careful, little nephew will help you!" Murong Xun showed a filial child, supporting his drunken elders.

"Quick, prepare for my Luan drive, escort the imperial uncle back to the house. "The little emperor also specially arranged Murong Yang's carriage and horses, and enabled the whole set of luan, which can be described as a great honor, no, it should not be said to be an honor, this is simply a symbol of the emperor's identity.

No one is allowed to ride in the Luan drive of the Son of Heaven, even if now the regent Murong Yang covers the sky with one hand, turns his hands into clouds and covers his hands with rain, and the huge court is under his control, but he still does not dare to touch the Luan of the Son of Heaven, and he does not even dare to fight the idea.

In the eyes of the people, in the eyes of the officials, and in the eyes of the soldiers, Luan is the battle of the Son of Heaven, not the honor guard of a certain emperor or a certain king.

If you don't respect the heavens, then you will have a great calamity from heaven and seize your position as the son of heaven.

Many years ago, there was a certain prime minister of Qiu Mingguo, who was so powerful that he beheaded the emperor, and used the Luan of the Son of Heaven before the enthronement ceremony, but when he ascended the throne, the sky sent down a thunderbolt and killed him alive.

Since then, no one in the world dares to tamper with Tianzi Luan.

The little eunuch who accompanied him hurriedly went to make arrangements, if the emperor ordered the emperor, it would be another matter, and the way of heaven would not be sensed.

Murong Yang laughed heartily and staggered down the road, the little emperor Murong Xun supported him with difficulty, but Murong Yang was not so honest, and he didn't forget to reach out and touch the soft and lubricated face of the maid on the left.

Luan Jia was already waiting outside the hall, and Murong Xun was sweating profusely, but he didn't mean to let people replace him, and continued to support Murong Yang.

Who knows, at this time, Murong Yang, who was the regent, was not only drunk, but also deliberately made the little emperor ugly, turned around, touched the smooth and delicate face of the little emperor Murong Xun, and said: "Not bad, not bad, fine skin and tender meat, take my mansion and make a ******** hahaha!" The little emperor blushed, his anger surged, his red eyes were like bloodthirsty devils, his face was gloomy, but he didn't have a seizure, and helped Murong into the carriage with that.

I thought that the humiliation was over, but when Murong Xun was about to turn around, woo wow, a filth mixed with the smell of wine fell on his clothes impartially, smelling this smell, the little emperor's face instantly turned green, and he squatted on the ground and vomited.

Luan Jia had already moved slowly, and the regent Murong Yang, who was sitting in the carriage, narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, his face returned to its normal color, and he did not look drunk at all, and once again recovered his domineering spirit of controlling the country.

Luan drove back to the regent's mansion safely, and the old housekeeper came out early to greet him, and walked into the study with Murong Yang.

The news in the palace had already reached his ears, "The prince is looking for an old slave to come, but he is still confused by His Majesty's actions today?"

Murong Yang didn't hide it, and told the old housekeeper in more detail what happened, "Uncle Qian, do you think Murong Xun really has to admit defeat like this?"

The old housekeeper pondered for a moment and said: "The prince is too worried, firstly, it may be that this Zhao Haochen has played a key role in it, and secondly, it may be that the little emperor understands the gap between him and the prince, and wants to please the prince, and he will keep him alive in the future."

Besides, even if he has a different heart, the prince can always grasp his movements, and his life and death are not in the prince's thoughts.

The old slave said something disrespectful, what was the prince doing when he was eleven or twelve years old?"

Hearing this, Murong Yang smiled and said, "Hufu safari, cockfighting and lackey." Qian Lao reminded the king, although the nephew of the king is the emperor of a country, but he is young and ignorant, he only knows how to pamper women, and he hates the king so much on weekdays. ”

"Exactly, it is only a matter of time before the prince ascends the throne!" continued the old butler.

"What Qian Lao said is very true, when the time comes, you can take the little emperor's mother into his arms, and kiss Fangze, hahaha!" Murong Yangzhi was proud.

"The prince is one step away from the throne, but the more you get to this time, the more you need to be cautious and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. The old butler bowed and smiled.