After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 65 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (65)

He fell in love with Ding Bao's soft flesh and bones, and couldn't put it down. He wanted to reach out to touch him, but the woman didn't give him this chance at all. She stretched out her hand and pulled the brocade quilt to wrap herself tightly.

The huge bed was divided into a clear line.

Cen Yao sat up and looked at Ding Bao with only one head exposed, feeling secretly displeased.

If you don't even give him the quilt, why are you getting angry?
"There are a lot of things to deal with. I will pick you up after the Lantern Festival."

"I just have one request."

Ding Bao opened his eyes and stared at him seriously.

"Come with me to Zhongdu to watch the lanterns."

"Next year's Lantern Festival, I will accompany you."

"next year……"

Ding Bao murmured, silently retracting his head under the quilt, and now Cen Yao couldn't even see that pretty face.

He frowned.

What else do you want him to do?
He blatantly escorted her to accept bribes, collected treasures from all over the world and sent them to this Muhua Palace, sent her to the high altar with real money, he gave her everything she wanted, and now he is playing his temper for a lantern festival .

Cen Yao was silent for a long time, and finally got out of bed, grabbed the clothes next to the bed with one hand, put them on her body, put on her short boots, and left Muhua Palace without looking back.

It was snowing outside the hall, and the guards were a little surprised when they saw Cen Yao coming out.

"Master Governor, what do you have..."

"Call the King of Liao into the palace."

what?
Calling King Liao into the palace in the middle of the night?
What urgent event happened?
The guards didn't know, and neither did King Liao who had just crawled out of the bed and was sent to the palace non-stop.

The man breathed heavily, his face full of impatience.

"My Lord Cen, why did you call me here in the middle of the night?"

Is it because the room is not warm, or is the beauty in the bed not gentle?
The man sitting at the side had a heavy breath, his handsome face was tense, his tall body was covered in darkness, and a layer of cloud was shrouded above his head.

"You, lead a thousand royal guards to the ferry in the eastern suburbs, and arrest all the refugees gathered there."

"Now?"

Cen Yao raised his eyes and gave him a cold look, expressionless.

The King of Liao was shocked, his mind cleared up instantly, his sluggish body sat upright a little, and he changed his expression and asked seriously.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's wait until the night of the Lantern Festival to take advantage of the excitement in the city before arresting people? Going now may alarm the people."

"Stop talking nonsense, move quickly, and go now."

Seeing that Cen Yao's expression was wrong, the King of Liao swallowed the words that were full of his stomach.

Suddenly hundreds of refugees of unknown origin gathered at the ferry in the eastern suburbs. Cen Yao suspected that those people were not deserters, but fake refugees sent by the counselors around Jiang Chuan to disturb the minds of the people.

These people stayed at the ferry to disrupt the river transportation and spread rumors, which was extremely detrimental to the establishment of the new dynasty, so Cen Yao decided to send troops to arrest them during the Lantern Festival.

But now he has changed his mind and arrested him immediately.

Where did this come from?
Aren't you afraid of disturbing the people and causing greater panic?

King Liao couldn't figure it out, but he was following Cen Yao and could only follow orders.

That night, a thousand guards dressed in black swarmed into the eastern suburbs ferry without a sound, while Cen Yao personally led another team and sneaked into dozens of courtyards in the city according to the positions on the list. In the dead of night, the branches were stained with blood. , in order to prevent surprises, once the operation starts, no one will be let go.

In the quiet capital city, under the dim moonlight, hundreds of lives disappeared without a sound.

(End of this chapter)