[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Chu Yu's case was preceded by a golden knife.

He frowned and looked at the golden knife deeply, with no other expressions in his eyes.

Dai Gao and Fu Yuan waited on him carefully. It has been two hours since the golden knife was delivered from the household department.

The Zhao family confiscated the property and returned it to the household department. The household officials had people who were familiar with the king of Qin and recognized it as the property of the king of Qin.

King Qin is now at the border, so he simply sent him to the palace, and used this golden knife to show off his face in front of Emperor Xuan.

This item was confiscated from the Zhao family.

This golden saber was clearly entrusted by King Qin to Eleven, how could it be in Zhao Yan's hands?

Chu Yu's expression sank, and he finally said, "Dai Gao, let's go see Mr. Zhao."

Dai Gao bowed in response.

Dai Gao was able to work under Chang Ping's subordinates for more than ten years, and only after he betrayed Chang Ping did he become what he is today.

Chang Ping was a dog of the first emperor.

He is now the dog next to the young emperor.

Left and right are dogs, who is better?

Dai Gao lowered his eyelashes, leading the way for the emperor.

Deeper and more exposed, the imperial palace arrived in the middle of the night, Rong Sheng got up with his clothes on, his official cap still in his hand, his obscene clothes were not tied, and he bowed down hastily.

"I didn't know His Majesty would come in person, but I was far away to welcome you. Your Majesty forgives me!"

Emperor Xuan drove down in Jinluan.

Dressed in a black brocade robe with cloud patterns, a jade crown tied around his hair, and a palace sash tied around his waist, if he ignored the majesty of the superior in his eyes, he would look like the son of a powerful family.

The great eunuch in palace attire stood at the side with his back bowed, the white dust whisk in his hand was blown up by the wind, his eyebrows lowered.

"It's okay, I have something to talk to Mr. Zhao about."

Rong Sheng was secretly startled.

Your Majesty's starry night is here, most of the people who come here are not good.

He was worried about Zhao Yan in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, only frowning a little bit.

"Rongqing leads the way."

"The subordinate obeys the order."

This Dali Temple is a place where filth is hidden, all along the road are deep and dark prisons, and the candlelight in twos and threes is like a jagged will-o'-the-wisp.

"The former convenience is."

"Rong Qing stop." Chu Yu waved his hand.

Rong Sheng's eyes were worried, he hesitated to speak.

Zhao Yan's situation is not good.

In the Zhao family, more than a dozen doctors took intensive care every day, and even the root cause of the disease was weak and chilly.

Now in the dark and humid cold prison, even if Rongsheng specially heats up a charcoal stove for him, it is no better than the Zhao family.

What happened to Rong Ying completely ruined his foundation, and his dilapidated body was weakened day by day.

Rong Sheng stopped his pace and waited straight with Dai Gao who was accompanying him.

The candles were flickering behind him, and the lantern bearer had gone in and out twice.

The wind outside the iron window suddenly blew up, bringing in a frightening and mean coldness.

Chu Yu heard a piercing cough.

He raised his boots and approached, and saw a thin and thin shadow under the dim light, holding a book in his hand and turning over the pages.

He seemed to have heard the sound behind him, looked back, put down the book in his hand, and saluted neither humble nor overbearing.

"See Your Majesty."

Chu Yu scrutinized Zhao Yan carefully. This was the first time since the accident happened in Zhao's family that he scrutinized his enemy so seriously.

Perhaps only the victors have such a leisurely mind.

If the Zhao Yan in the past was like a colorful painting, the Zhao Yan today is like a faded black and white painting.

Those who know painting know that the colorful paintings throughout the story are a bit too gorgeous, but the thick and beautiful strokes in the black and white paintings are particularly touching.

How many men want to add a flush to this black and white painting?

Already in such a situation, Zhao Yan's expression did not appear humble because of the carelessness, and her back under the prison uniform was always straight.

I don't know if his father's bed is still straight like Qingyang.

Chu Yu smiled happily.

He ascended the throne as a young man, and walked for three years by stepping on thorn bushes.

Who gave this thornbush?

It was a plaything of his father.

The 17-year-old emperor now has a faint shadow of his father.

The grand eyebrows, the deep outline, and the thin lips gradually grow into an appearance that can take on the world.

He approached Zhao Yan step by step, stretched out his hand and raised the face of the kneeling man.

It feels warm and soft to the touch.

Emperor Xuan followed his ear and said softly,

"Zhao Yan, you also have today?"