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"But my master doesn't like it very much!"

Xie Qingyun stood in the hall with a stern look.

"Puff-"

Everyone immediately fell down.

The beautiful dog emperor fell upside down on the steps in a large shape, with the sharp chair legs pointed dangerously at a certain place.

The graceful and luxurious concubine bumped into the edge of the table, and her astonishing career line was squeezed out of shape.

The broken cups and dishes were shaking and swaying on the snowy peaks under her horrified gaze.

The general who was filling the cup was injured by the bursting of the wine glass. His sharp jawline hit the corner of the table hard. Two front teeth were broken and his mouth was full of blood.

As for the other ministers, each has his own miserable situation.

But no matter how hard they struggled, it was as if they were embedded in the ground.

Xie Qingyun only released a small amount of pressure, so he should teach everyone a lesson.

After all, the male protagonist still lives in the harem, so she doesn't intend to cause too much trouble.

But the looks in their eyes that were either coveted, hated, jealous, angry, or vicious really made her sick.

She is not a compromise person.

What's more, as a person specially sent by the upper-level forces, isn't it appropriate to be aloof?

She ignored everyone and said unhurriedly:

"A bunch of people who haven't even had an out-of-body experience yet dare to look directly at their own master. Who gave you the courage?

As the saying goes, what goes up leads to deeds. Those who become emperors are all slutty servants, rubbish who use unscrupulous means to gain the supreme position. What future can be expected from the Yaori Empire?

No wonder the dynasty hasn’t sent any imperial advisors for hundreds of years. I’m afraid they know that the sun is just a garbage dump! "

Shen Qian glared angrily, veins popping out on his forehead and neck.

He wanted to curse "presumptuous", but he couldn't do it anyway.

The same was true for the general, who frowned with disapproval on his face, and anger solidified in his falcon-like eyes.

Xie Qingyun looked around and said in a cold voice:

"Today is just a lesson. If there is another time, it will not be the tables and chairs that are broken, but your heads!"

Finally, his eyes rested on Shen Qian, who had a distorted face.

"Your Majesty Yaori, before sunset tomorrow, hand over the register of monks to the Imperial Master's Hall, and the Imperial Master will allow you to continue to be your foolish king, otherwise...

Anyway, there are currently six princes, and I don't mind being a little tired and supporting a diligent emperor again. "

Coming out of Fenghua Palace, the air is fresh.

I did act too forcefully just now, but...

Her gentleness just needs to be shown to Xiao Shen.

Other garbage, not worthy!

When Xie Qingyun was strolling around the palace, the Fenghua Palace was about to be overthrown by the Dog Emperor.

While having people smash the main hall to pieces, he said harsh words while being strong on the outside and speaking harshly on the inside.

"Insolent! How unreasonable!"

"A mere bitch who was demoted to my sun is still showing such a condescending attitude! Do you really think this is still the Rizhao Dynasty?"

"Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers! If you come to my Yaori, you are my Yaori, and I have the right to do anything to her!"

The ministers cowered their heads like quails.

The general's trembling hands were bleeding, and he looked at the crying woman with hidden eyes.

The crystal tears were like sharp knives, breaking his heart into pieces.

The Dog Emperor only cares about himself and doesn't even care about Xue'er!

Damn!

If he could get a good woman like Xue'er, he would be reluctant to let her shed a tear or frown!

*

On the northwest side of the palace, there is a large area that is in disrepair and overgrown with weeds.

A long, long time ago, the Yaori Palace had not expanded to its current size.

That area is the most magnificent and magnificent building complex, and has a very prestigious name, Qianqiu Palace.

Beauty is the embellishment of prosperous times and the bane of troubled times.

Time can cover up earth-shattering love, and history books can tamper with the well-known truth.

When all the old people and events are abandoned by time, no one can remember that thrilling past.

I only know its current name:

Cold palace.

A child in ragged clothes pushed aside weeds as tall as one person and walked out of the dilapidated entrance of the temple. He rubbed his empty belly and subconsciously looked at the place where the silk and bamboo orchestras were intertwined.

He was small, thin and severely malnourished.

The trouser legs and cuffs are longer and shorter, and the stitching is extremely rough. It looks like they were sewn by themselves.

Only the standard red and phoenix eyes can catch a glimpse of the noble Tianhuang.

His stomach was already twitching with hunger, and his light brown eyes were dark. He endured his dizziness and followed his memory towards the river.

There is a rich and thick river that passes through the Yaori Palace. Part of it is used as a moat, and part of it shuttles around the palace, forming rockery ponds, small bridges and flowing water, and the rippling green lake in the imperial garden.

After walking around for a mile, they came to the river. The child panted and rested for a long time, picking up small angular stones from the ground.

He stared at the water surface intently, and when a black shadow swam from below, he threw it suddenly——

After a while, blood rippled in the water.

He endured the discomfort, jumped into the river and fished out the dead fish.

No one taught him how to practice. The method of catching fish with stones was something he figured out little by little in order to survive.

In the past, people would bring food to the cold palace, but many times it was painful to eat, and later there was not even a bowl of rancid rice.

He cut the fish open and scaled it in twos and twos, and grilled it on the fire.

I heard that the Rizhao Dynasty sent a powerful monk to serve as the national preceptor. I hope that the national preceptor can take good care of the bad couple.

It was a cold spring day on Sunday. The child braved the cold wind by the river, hugging himself tightly and getting closer to the bonfire to keep warm.

His pious eyes fell on the fish for a moment, and the blue-gray fish skin was curled and shrunk by the charcoal fire.

There was a sizzling sound, and a burnt-yellow oil began to ooze from the surface.

He swallowed and secretly prayed that the patrolling Imperial Guards would not come tonight.

Patrols in the Lenggong area are usually done once and for all, there is no definite number.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

The sound of uniform footsteps came, and his little face became paler.

Ignoring the burning, he stretched out his hand to grab the stick.

"Don't panic, they won't find you."

A cool and soft voice reached his ears. The child stiffened for a moment and turned his head sharply.

A woman with fluttering robes and an unearthly appearance came into view.

She was surrounded by bright moonlight, which made the dark river bank a lot brighter.

The patrolling Imperial Guards walked neatly along the road behind them, looking intently, as if they really didn't see anything.

After the figure completely disappeared, the children were still a little confused.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

The woman stretched out her jade-white fingers toward a point in the river, and three fish weighing one pound jumped out of the water.

The fish's scales had been taken off and its internal organs had been cut off before it fell into the bonfire.

The woman set the three fishes on fire and grilled them. Seeing that he was still stunned, she raised her eyebrows and gestured to the bonfire.

"Boy, your fish is burnt."