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

Zhao Yan was like a knife piercing Chu Yu's heart.

After the knife was pulled out, the sharp edge was sharpened, leaving only the obscene ornamental value, whether to destroy or discard it was all in the palm of his hand.

Chu Yu let go, brushed off his sleeves, stood up straight, and threw the golden knife in front of Zhao Yan with a clang, "Is Zhao Aiqing familiar with this golden knife?"

Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she never looked at it again, "Where did this golden knife come from, I don't know."

"The golden knife was found from your pillow, and you didn't know about it? What happened back then?"

Xiao Zhoushan was hunting in the spring, the assassins assassinated him, and he protected each other with his life on the eleventh, and his life and death are still unknown.

Could it be that it fell into Zhao Yan's hands and was just waiting for today to be used as a weight to threaten him?

However, if Shishi was really in Zhao Yan's hands, Zhao Yan could use it to protect the Zhao family, instead of threatening him with the Rong family's criminal evidence.

There was a lot of fog in front of Chu Yu's eyes, and she keenly felt that the matter on the eleventh day was not simple.

"You, Eleven, and what's the deal with this golden knife?"

"Your Majesty is concerned about Eleven because he has no news at all. If Eleven is alive, why would His Majesty care so much about him? After all, he is just a guard."

Zhao Yan shook her head, her pupils were clear.

Chu Yu stared at Zhao Yan, and suddenly smiled, "Zhao Aiqing's skin, I don't know how many men want to eat it alive."

Zhao Yan's face was snow-white, the fingers in her sleeves trembled slightly, and the wind and clouds surged in her eyes.

"Rongsheng, let some guards come in."

When the lamp bearer entered and exited for the third time, Rong Sheng heard His Majesty's cold voice from inside.

Rong Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he raised his head and glanced at Dai Gao, who lowered his eyes and said, "Your Excellency, please follow the order."

Rong Sheng was still in a daze, Dai Gao shook his head, and casually pointed at a few guards, "You guys go in."

Rong Sheng's pupils were lit with fire, and he was about to step up when Dai Gao said coldly, "Your Excellency, are you trying to resist the edict?"

A word of protest pinned Rong Sheng to the blue bricks.

With the howling of the wind and the sporadic sound of rain, Rong Sheng clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves.

The five people who went in were all the palace guards who came with Luanjia.

Those who can enter the imperial palace to serve as imperial guards are all sons of various aristocratic families.

They are all used to beauties, but when they went in to see the prisoners inside, they couldn't help but look twice more.

"Have you thought about it clearly, Aiqing?"

Zhao Yan's face turned pale, and she stared at Chu Yu with a bit of disappointment in her eyes, "The things that the Tai Tuo entrusted to the king of a country are all such indecent methods?"

Chu Yu shook his head, "What the Grand Tutor taught me, it doesn't matter whether the method is good or bad, it just works. Zhao Yan, you are the most unqualified person to accuse King Ning of crimes against me."

The two monarchs and ministers knelt and stood together, as if it was the same situation in the Jinluan Hall three years ago.

The disappointment in Zhao Yan's eyes grew stronger.

Chu Yu then smiled, with cold eyes, "Why don't you go over and serve Mr. Zhao."

The five guards knew Zhao Yan's reputation as a mess.

They grabbed the iron chain on Zhao Yan's wrist and pushed her onto the cold green bricks.

Zhao Yan struggled so hard that her whole body was shaking. A young man raised his cheek, and touched his pale lips lightly with his fingers.

Another young man pulled a thin white ankle and tore his clothes.

The iron chains that bound his wrists rattled, and his snow-white complexion was half hidden in the gaps of his clothes under the dim light.

Who would have thought that the chief minister of the cabinet, who used to break through the door and was still invisible, has now become a plaything in their palms.

Weakly struggling, short of breath.

Such a person like a jade carving should be placed high in the temple where people can't reach.

If one day it falls, everyone wants to reach out and get dirty.

Three or four years ago, when Chu Yu passed Zhao Yan outside the late emperor's bedroom, she felt hatred in her heart.

Zhao Yan's slightly red and swollen lips, as well as the faint smell of ambergris on her body, all explained what happened in the bedroom.

That hatred became more and more prairie fire with the rumors and Zhao Yan's oppression day after day.

Destroy, humiliate and hurt.

Now that Chu Yu is in power, his enemies kneel at his feet and suffer humiliation in front of his eyes, but he feels that it is not enough.

Until the snow-white waistline came into view, so thin that it could be broken with one hand.

It turned out that the waist covered under the large official robe had already entered his eyes when he passed by many years ago.

Under the cover of layers of hatred, there is an evil desire that even he himself can't face up to.

Chu Yu stared at the snow-white beauty's face.

Wrapped under the beautiful skin is a poisonous snake.

If it is obtained, will this evil desire be stripped away?

"Get out."

Before the guards could do anything, they were ordered to stop.

Rong Sheng was waiting outside, but he couldn't hear a single sound from inside. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the young soldiers inside came out and saw that their clothes were intact.

But His Majesty still hasn't come out.

The candlelight flickered, the sound of the rain gradually increased, and the wild geese wailed in the rain.

The author says:

Outside the door of the little emperor's bedroom, he had a desire for Mr. Zhao, but Mr. Zhao was notorious and entangled with his father, so he felt that Mr. Zhao deliberately seduced him, acted viciously and oppressed him, and hated Mr. Zhao. Even he himself didn't realize that the waist obsession actually came from Mr. Zhao.

The crematorium lined up one by one