The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 467 Your Highness, Do You Like Me (62)

Cheng Anlan did not deny it.

The emperor laughed self-deprecatingly, and then said in an unclear mood: "I never thought that for Qiao Zhuo, you would spend so much effort and unite so many people to deceive me."

Cheng Anlan said calmly: "Your Majesty has thought wrong. Everything I have done is just to enable Your Highness to live openly and honestly in this world."

The emperor was stunned.

After a long time, he suddenly realized something, and his face gradually became ferocious: "Qiao Rong! He is not dead!"

Cheng Anlan's eyes darkened suddenly.

He drew out his sword with a "swish", pointed the tip of the sword at the emperor, looked down at him, and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, be careful."

The emperor looked at the sword with a cold light and shivered slightly, but suddenly thought of something in the next moment.

His eyeballs rolled, he looked Cheng Anlan up and down, and finally sneered and sarcastically said: "I really didn't expect that my majestic and invincible General Weiyuan is actually a person who has the obsession with Longyang!"

Cheng Anlan's face didn't fluctuate when he heard the words, but he just reminded in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, if you don't want the country to fall into the wrong hands, you should write down the edict as soon as possible."

The emperor stared at him with eyes wide open, and said unwillingly, "Do you do this to your father and the ancestors of your general's mansion?"

Cheng Anlan paused.

The emperor thought he had poked his sore spot, so he smiled triumphantly and said, "Look at you, the crime of treason... The reputation of loyalty and goodness that your Cheng family has built up for generations will soon be destroyed by you... ..."

Cheng Anlan looked at his slightly distorted expression, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, it is your minister who wants to choose a good emperor to live in. I think that His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince is the best candidate for the ceremony. How can this be called the right one?" What about treason? Not to mention..."

His eyes drifted away, falling on the faintly bright sky, and his voice was slightly ethereal, "...Moreover, what I want...is never fame and fortune..."

The emperor was stunned.

But Cheng Anlan didn't say anything more.

He threw a blank volume of imperial decree onto the emperor's bed, then walked to a few desks beside him, raised his hand slightly, and rubbed the ink gracefully.

Afterwards, he picked up another writing brush, dipped it in ink lightly, walked back to the bed unhurriedly, and handed the writing brush to the emperor.

But the emperor refused to accept the brush, his neck was stiff, his face was flushed purple, his eyeballs were about to protrude, and he had an extremely unwilling expression on his face.

It looked like he wanted to jump up and kill him.

Cheng Anlan said lightly: "If it is not convenient for Your Majesty to write, I can do it for you."

"..."

The emperor stared at him, but he still didn't take the pen, but narrowed his eyes suddenly, and asked in a suspicious tone: "You want me to pass the throne to Qiao Zhuo, not Qiao Rong?"

Cheng Anlan said nothing.

The emperor squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, but suddenly laughed wildly.

He laughed exaggeratedly until his throat became rough from laughing, then gasped for breath, and said mockingly: "I thought you cared about Qiao Rong...but I didn't expect...you just I want him to be your confinement, hahahaha..."

Cheng Anlan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and her palms clenched tightly.

When the emperor saw that there was a crack in his expression, a distorted pleasure suddenly appeared on his face.

He struggled to get up, snatched the brush from Cheng Anlan's hand, spread out the blank imperial decree, and then quickly wrote on it with trembling hands.

While writing, he laughed crazily and said: "I will do as you wish, and pass on to the Sixth Prince..."

Cheng Anlan watched his actions in silence.

It wasn't until he finished writing that he fell back on the bed weakly that he walked over, picked up the imperial decree, and then said calmly, "Your Majesty, rest well. I'm going to inform the household department to prepare for the new emperor's enthronement ceremony in three days."

The emperor did not speak.

Cheng Anlan turned around and walked out of the hall.

Just as he was about to walk out of the palace gate, the emperor's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"I'll just wait and see."

　I have something to do today, so it will be later~ There will be another chapter later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)