The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

Xia Zeyuan gave it a sinister look before leaving.

"You'd better not do anything rash, or when I come back, Xiaobai will be completely wiped out! Keep your word!"

When he finally disappeared, Xiao Hei angrily kicked the skylight shut, and cursed loudly with a fragrant mouth and the word "mother"

"Depend on!"

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After the Wanshou Festival, the palace held a month-long funeral.

Those who died were all princes who had the potential to inherit the throne.

The only exception was Jun Qingyu, the son of Concubine Liang, who had been bedridden for a long time and was saved by the imperial physician but was burned into a idiot, but was still alive.

The other three princes all died of illness overnight.

As the Southern Emperor was grieving, his physical condition deteriorated and he couldn't even get out of bed. He had no choice but to abdicate and let someone else take over.

The ministers knelt on the ground and dared not look up. They thought they would see the lame prince being pushed into the palace and ascending the throne.

But when he saw the corners of the bright yellow robe embroidered with golden dragons fluttering, and he was clearly walking with his feet, he was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.

"Welcome the new emperor to the throne. Long live the emperor!"

"........."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Liu family's downfall this time, coupled with the strange deaths of the princes and the sudden abdication of the Southern Emperor, was too much.

Everything seems to be related to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Now that he had seen with his own eyes that the prince walked steadily, that he was tall and had a strong physique, and that he was not as weak as previously rumored, this thought instantly reached its peak.

Jun Wuwang seemed to be unaware of what these court officials were thinking, and he sat upright on the dragon throne, waving his sleeves with dignity.

"flat body"

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, the new emperor of the Liang Dynasty has sent thirteen cities as gifts to congratulate Your Majesty on his accession to the throne."

Jun Wuwang stroked the purple jade ring on his thumb and opened his thin lips slightly.

"The Messenger's Audience"

"Announce the envoys of the Liang Dynasty to meet with the emperor~"

One word can cause a thousand waves.

While waiting for the Liang Dynasty envoy to come to the court, the ministers were dumbfounded, and each other's eyes were filled with shock.

"Ouch!"

"Thirteen cities! Such a big deal!"

"The Liang Kingdom actually sent such a great gift? Once the thirteen cities are ceded, most of their territory will be lost. Could it be that they want to submit to our dynasty?"

"How come I didn't know that our dynasty and the Liang dynasty had the intention of making peace!"

"Isn't this a happy occasion? I think Your Majesty doesn't seem very happy?"

"Your Majesty, you don't show your emotions, what do you know?"

While the new emperor was having a "friendly" conversation with the Liang Dynasty envoys, the Liang Dynasty envoys took the opportunity to tactfully express their desire to submit to the Southern Dynasty.

The new emperor readily agreed, and generously hosted a banquet in his honor, and gave away countless gold, silver, cloth, porcelain, and tea.

When the banquet began, the Liang Dynasty envoy finally relaxed with his wine glass in hand and quickly wiped away the cold sweat that was running down his forehead.

Fortunately, he knew what was best for him!

If he had refused just now, the new emperor would probably have killed him on the spot instead of hosting a banquet to entertain him!

When Emperor Liang came, he had promised that if things really didn't work, he would agree to surrender.

Otherwise, even if he had the courage, he really wouldn't dare to go on a diplomatic mission to the Southern Dynasty.

After all, the new emperor, who was once the crown prince, had betrayed his 100,000 soldiers with just a half-true and half-false border map.

Later, Emperor Liang abdicated and used the new emperor's Black Dragon Guards to take the throne.

As for what they conspired and agreed to, he had no idea.

The envoys and the ministers of the Southern Kingdom had a very pleasant and harmonious conversation while drinking and chatting. After a few drinks, they began to talk to each other and call each other brothers.

By the time they had eaten and drunk their fill, and with the music and dancing soothing their hearts, all the envoys had let go.

The ministers of the Southern Kingdom began to secretly inquire about the situation, and the envoys of the Liang Dynasty also told him everything they knew, and from time to time they raised their hands and spit out rainbow farts.

All the words were filled with praise for the new emperor and sincere submission.

As a result, the court officials who were originally dissatisfied with Jun Wuwang's ascension to the throne suddenly changed their minds and were all full of admiration for him.

Since the new emperor ascended the throne on this day, the territory of the Southern Dynasty increased by thirteen vast cities, which were now called the Chaobu.

After an audience with his ministers, the new emperor finally nodded in agreement, and the Southern Dynasty was changed to the Eastern Kingdom.

It means that the sun rises in the east, and the disciple is better than the master.

On the surface, Jun Wuwang is a qualified emperor who is decisive and ruthless, but behind the scenes, the Black Dragon Guards have captured an astonishing number of disobedient officials.

Not only that, the remnants of the Liu family and the supporters of the Second Prince were not spared either.

All of them were locked up in the secret cell where the Liu family trained Deadpool.

So the secret prison that originally belonged to the Liu family has now become a hell that Jun Wuwang uses specifically for torturing and killing people.

In addition to the increasing number of horrific torture instruments,

The surgical knife he got from Leng Wushuang also became his new toy.

"what!"

"Jun Wuwang, you shall not die well!"

"Don't come over! I still have something in my hand, please let me go, Your Majesty."

The constant cursing and begging for mercy in the dark cell never stopped.

The blood on Jun Wuwang's hands flowed from his fingertips and dripped onto the ground, soon forming a gorgeous and beautiful picture.

The person who was cut by the knife felt so much pain, and his limbs were pinned down that he couldn't commit suicide, so he could only continue to curse.

"Ah! Jun Wuwang, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Jun Wuwang did not stop his movements. The blade turned as the man struggled, and the originally lifelike picture of winter plum blossoms was instantly destroyed.

"A good piece of skin was painted crookedly"

Jun Wuwang stopped and looked at the painting, his eyes full of regret. He threw down the knife in his hand out of boredom.

"Cui Xi"

"Minions are here"

Jun Wuwang took the handkerchief handed over by the guard behind him and wiped his hands.

"Deal with him"

"Yes"

Cui Xi skillfully scooped a spoonful of lamp oil from the jar and poured it carefully onto the plum blossom painting on the man's back that was destroyed by the blade. She lit the fire and threw it directly on top.

"what!"

The man, whose face could not be seen clearly, had turned into a burning man and rolled on the ground frantically, trying to put out the fire behind him.

The fire grew more and more intense, gradually spreading from his back to his entire body. The man screamed desperately.

"Just kill me!"

"Just kill me!"

Cui Xi took a few steps back to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Who told you to move just now? I was just going to peel off that piece of skin and be done with it, but you had to seek death yourself."

After the facial features and limbs of Concubine Shu kept in the jar were dug out, she couldn't die even if she wanted to. All she could feel was that there seemed to be more and more human pigs kept in the jars here.

After a while, he seemed to sense something and shook his head helplessly, trying to avoid the feeling of being burned by the scorching flames.

He was mumbling something but I didn't know what he was saying.

Jun Wuwang sat upright in the dark cell, his sharp facial features illuminated by the orange-red flames, looking eerie and strange.

The whole person was as sinister as a ball of thick ink, almost blending into the dark color of the prison.

He was wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with gold thread and a purple jade belt around his waist. It was an ominous look in itself, but he looked extremely noble in it.

No one dares to say that black is unlucky anymore.