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Chapter 899 Occupying the Mountain as King (56)

Rong Huang lowered her head and stroked the pure gold dragon chair, feeling slightly cool to the touch, very refreshing.

And it's also very cool to look down on people.

Rong Huang bent her lips, and looked at Huo Xiang who was below the high rank from afar.

"Now, the throne is mine."

Huo Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Rong Huang curled her lips, so boring.

But after a little excitement, it passed away.

Rong Huang waved his hand, "Forget it, since everyone has fainted, they should be sent directly to the Abandoned Palace, where they can be diagnosed and treated by the imperial physician, so as not to die."

Everyone: "."
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Early the next morning, Rong Huang issued an imperial edict.

Today's sage, Huo Xiang, is fatuous and heartless. He harmed his father and brother. He is not worthy of being a king.

As soon as the imperial decree came out, the common people applauded.

Huo Xiang has been in power for more than a year, and he has not done a single thing to benefit the people, but has continued to squeeze the people.

The people have been squeezed a lot, so of course they will feel resentful.

Royal Palace.

"You said, how about changing the country's surname to Rong?"

Rong Huang was holding a brush in his hand, resting one end on his chin, looking thoughtfully at the bright yellow imperial decree in front of him.

Luo Qiao uttered a dark red uniform, and sat lazily opposite Rong Huang with his chin propped up, turning over a page of military manual from time to time, and said without thinking, "Very good."

Rong Huang turned his wrist inadvertently, and suddenly felt a wet touch sweeping across his chin.

Putting down the brush and touching it, Rong Huang touched a hand of ink.

Rong Huang: "."

Rong Huang grabbed Luo Qiao's sleeve and shouted loudly, "Luo Qiao, Luo Qiao, wipe it off!"

Luo Qiao was pulled by Rong Huang so that all the military books in front of him fell to the ground, and he didn't care about the military books anymore, so he quickly raised his eyes to look at Rong Huang.

When he saw Rong Huang's face, he held back his laughter for three seconds, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

Rong Huang felt ashamed for a while, and slapped Luo Qiao's face with his ink-stained hand, covering half of his face with ink, and said angrily, "Don't laugh!"

Luo Qiao froze for a moment, raised his hand to wipe it, and his palm was completely black.

Luo Qiao: "."

The corner of Luo Qiao's mouth twitched, he sighed helplessly, took out a handkerchief from his wide sleeve, and waved to Rong Huang, "Come here."

Rong Huang propped his two little paws on the table, leaned over, raised his face, and said with a sticky mouth, "Wipe it clean for me."

The little girl's voice was soft, with a little childlike air, and it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

Luo Qiao felt refreshed, and his delicate and beautiful eyebrows stretched out, and he held the back of Rong Huang's head with one hand, "Got it, don't move."

Rong Huang groaned, but obediently did not move.

The fair and clean little girl was well-behaved, sitting there quietly, no one would have imagined that she would be so fierce on the battlefield.

Luo Qiao felt more and more fond of the little girl in his heart, and the movements of his hands became gentler.

It's just that the little girl's skin is delicate, even if she has been exposed to the wind and the sun for more than a year, she has not been able to tan her.

Luo Qiao wiped it back and forth with the handkerchief a few times, and her chin turned a little red.

Rong Huang hissed softly, frowned and complained, "It hurts, you go and soak in some water and then wipe it off."

Luo Qiao took the order and asked the palace servants to fetch a basin of warm water, soak the new handkerchief, rolled up the wide sleeves that were in the way, and beckoned again, "Come here."

Rong Huang had just written a few words, when he heard the words, he immediately put down the brush and moved over.

Before the scarf arrived, Luo Qiao's fingers arrived first.

Luo Qiao raised the corners of his lips, rubbed his slender fingers against the little girl's chin, and said softly, "The food has been good recently, and the hand feels much better."

(End of this chapter)