Fast travel to hunt down blackened villains
Chapter 29 The Tyrant's Soft Queen (27)
Chapter 29 The Tyrant's Soft Queen (27)
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
In the Xuanzheng Hall, Chang Ruosheng came to his senses after Yang Desheng called several times.
Glancing at the servant of the Ministry of Rites who was kneeling in front of him, already breaking out in cold sweat, he realized that the memorial in his hand had been wrinkled and deformed.
"roll."
The servant of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to show his anger, and immediately slipped out of the shit.
Chang Ruosheng closed his eyes, opened the memorial again, and the two big characters draft pierced into his eyes.
Noticing that his thumb was constantly moving back and forth on these two characters, Yang Desheng said boldly: "Since His Majesty ascended the throne, there has been no general election. However, the old system is elections every three years. Does Your Majesty feel that the Ministry of Rites is too anxious?"
"Let's talk about it later," Chang Ruosheng pressed the memorial under his palm with his thumb.
It's not time for dinner yet, but he always has a feeling of restlessness.
Exiting the Xuanzheng Palace restlessly, the sunset is like fire, and the golden yellow double eaves outlining the palace are magnificent.
Chang Ruosheng's mood was not relieved by the magnificent scenery in front of him, but a feeling of worrying about gains and losses deeply involved him.
It's obviously a long-awaited draft, but all that lingers in my mind is the haggard appearance of the recent Yuan Qingcheng.
From the moment he promised her to return to the Shangshu Mansion, some things seemed to be out of control.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind in disbelief, and Chang Ruosheng's complexion was instantly covered with dark clouds, "Go to Shangshufu."
Yang Desheng immediately bowed to respond to the sudden words.It wasn't until he arranged the chariots and horses that he realized that His Majesty should not be going to the current Shangshu Mansion, but...
In the carriage, Chang Ruocheng clasped his fingers tightly, and the pupils of his half-closed eyes were filled with emotion, dim and unclear.
The dangerous aura lingered around him, making Yang Desheng, who was serving beside him, dare not breathe out.
There had been rumors about the draft, and it was no coincidence that Yuan Qingcheng chose to return to Shangshufu today.
From the first time Yuan Qingcheng sneaked out of the palace, she was like a seed buried in the dark, breaking through the ground after seeing rain and dew for a while.
It's fine if it's someone else, but if Feng Zhaoyuan said something to her...
Chang Ruocheng suddenly sneered coldly, it doesn't matter if it's Feng Zhaoyuan, he will never let that man go!
The moment the carriage stopped at the General's Mansion, Chang Ruocheng swept by like a cloud of black clothes.
The oppressive hostility made the palace servants who knelt all the way dare not look up.
"Where's the queen?"
The court lady who has been following Yuan Qingcheng today knelt down neatly and reported Yuan Qingcheng's actions today in detail.
"Oh, so there is still time to leave."
Under the gloomy and hoarse voice, the palace maid remained silent.
Just swallowing dry mouth, wanting to defend himself, Chang Ruocheng stretched out his hand.
"Click"
Amidst the muffled sound, the maid's eyes popped out, she was killed on the spot.
"Pass on my order, all the palace servants who follow out of the palace today, no matter whether they are lowly slaves or guards, will all be executed with the stick."
Yang Desheng lowered his head in fear, cold sweat dripping down the corner of his forehead.
Chang Ruosheng pushed open the door vigorously, the dim sunlight shone through the window into the room, Yuan Qingcheng lay quietly on the dressing table.
Her blue hair was scattered, and her delicate face was slightly pale.
"Tick, tick..."
The glaring blood red fell down the edge of the table, and Yang Desheng was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot.
Chang Ruosheng strode to the table, and saw the two lines of big characters left by Bloody at a glance.
"Giggle," a sinister smile came from his throat, making the whole space weird.
(End of this chapter)
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
In the Xuanzheng Hall, Chang Ruosheng came to his senses after Yang Desheng called several times.
Glancing at the servant of the Ministry of Rites who was kneeling in front of him, already breaking out in cold sweat, he realized that the memorial in his hand had been wrinkled and deformed.
"roll."
The servant of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to show his anger, and immediately slipped out of the shit.
Chang Ruosheng closed his eyes, opened the memorial again, and the two big characters draft pierced into his eyes.
Noticing that his thumb was constantly moving back and forth on these two characters, Yang Desheng said boldly: "Since His Majesty ascended the throne, there has been no general election. However, the old system is elections every three years. Does Your Majesty feel that the Ministry of Rites is too anxious?"
"Let's talk about it later," Chang Ruosheng pressed the memorial under his palm with his thumb.
It's not time for dinner yet, but he always has a feeling of restlessness.
Exiting the Xuanzheng Palace restlessly, the sunset is like fire, and the golden yellow double eaves outlining the palace are magnificent.
Chang Ruosheng's mood was not relieved by the magnificent scenery in front of him, but a feeling of worrying about gains and losses deeply involved him.
It's obviously a long-awaited draft, but all that lingers in my mind is the haggard appearance of the recent Yuan Qingcheng.
From the moment he promised her to return to the Shangshu Mansion, some things seemed to be out of control.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind in disbelief, and Chang Ruosheng's complexion was instantly covered with dark clouds, "Go to Shangshufu."
Yang Desheng immediately bowed to respond to the sudden words.It wasn't until he arranged the chariots and horses that he realized that His Majesty should not be going to the current Shangshu Mansion, but...
In the carriage, Chang Ruocheng clasped his fingers tightly, and the pupils of his half-closed eyes were filled with emotion, dim and unclear.
The dangerous aura lingered around him, making Yang Desheng, who was serving beside him, dare not breathe out.
There had been rumors about the draft, and it was no coincidence that Yuan Qingcheng chose to return to Shangshufu today.
From the first time Yuan Qingcheng sneaked out of the palace, she was like a seed buried in the dark, breaking through the ground after seeing rain and dew for a while.
It's fine if it's someone else, but if Feng Zhaoyuan said something to her...
Chang Ruocheng suddenly sneered coldly, it doesn't matter if it's Feng Zhaoyuan, he will never let that man go!
The moment the carriage stopped at the General's Mansion, Chang Ruocheng swept by like a cloud of black clothes.
The oppressive hostility made the palace servants who knelt all the way dare not look up.
"Where's the queen?"
The court lady who has been following Yuan Qingcheng today knelt down neatly and reported Yuan Qingcheng's actions today in detail.
"Oh, so there is still time to leave."
Under the gloomy and hoarse voice, the palace maid remained silent.
Just swallowing dry mouth, wanting to defend himself, Chang Ruocheng stretched out his hand.
"Click"
Amidst the muffled sound, the maid's eyes popped out, she was killed on the spot.
"Pass on my order, all the palace servants who follow out of the palace today, no matter whether they are lowly slaves or guards, will all be executed with the stick."
Yang Desheng lowered his head in fear, cold sweat dripping down the corner of his forehead.
Chang Ruosheng pushed open the door vigorously, the dim sunlight shone through the window into the room, Yuan Qingcheng lay quietly on the dressing table.
Her blue hair was scattered, and her delicate face was slightly pale.
"Tick, tick..."
The glaring blood red fell down the edge of the table, and Yang Desheng was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot.
Chang Ruosheng strode to the table, and saw the two lines of big characters left by Bloody at a glance.
"Giggle," a sinister smile came from his throat, making the whole space weird.
(End of this chapter)
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