Many generals, ministers of the interior, and Perik were waiting at the door of the bedroom. When they saw the young man who came out of the bedroom early in the morning, and the leopard beside him, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Many people thought that their new king would not be able to bear the blow of losing his father, and would just be decadent.

But this morning, Luo Huan used his actions to explain all doubting voices.

"The enthronement ceremony will be held in three days!" Luo Huan stood at the door of the bedroom and said these words calmly, without any expression of joy or sadness on his face.

Everyone went down to get busy, and Ferjie and Sid, who rushed back from the Alanwei border, also played a big role at this time.

During this coup, Luo Huan signed many promotion and replacement orders.

But there was one person he could never forgive, the one who personally stabbed the dagger into Philip's heart.

"General Fei Suo's son, Ferger, was transferred to Bingshuang Border Town on the border with Shah, as the leader of the guard, responsible for guarding the border."

When Ferger received such an appointment, he didn't say much, and just got ready to go.

At this moment, Perik, who had been promoted to the queen mother, couldn't sit still, she rushed straight into Luo Huan's office, and questioned Luo Huan like she used to question her husband Philip, "Why did you transfer Philjie away?! You even let him go to that kind of place, do you know how much credit he has made in this matter!? You are simply fooling around!"

Luo Huan didn't raise his head. He was issuing an order, choosing a place for Philip to be buried, and ticking off the list of those sentenced to death, or adding a few names.

"You have just been enthroned, no, you have not been enthroned yet! Many of those ministers have evil intentions and are not satisfied with you! You should promote your confidants more! Ferjie is your own brother, and he has no status. It can be your right-hand man and help you..."

Perik was still roaring, she loudly reprimanded Luo Huan for his decision.

At this time, the maids and guards all consciously filed out as usual when encountering such quarrels.

Only Luo Huan, Perik, and Mao Xiaohua lying at Luo Huan's feet were left in the room, and the official cat Rhubarb was hiding on the beam and staring at a mouse.

Luo Huan slowly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

Perik also met Luo Huan's eyes at this moment.

Those were a pair of cold eyes without any emotion.There was no respect for the mother in the eyes, and there was no sign of anxiety or rage in the eyes.

Like a god of death, his expression was stiff, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Perik took a step back subconsciously. For the first time, she felt that after two years of separation and the death of Philip, the son who always brought sunshine and could let herself vent her emotions became strange.

The strange... made her feel scared.

"I just want to help you..." Perik explained in a low voice. She saw the leopard next to Luo Huan standing up and stretching, so she couldn't help but say, "You damn leopard..."

But it was only halfway through, and she didn't dare to continue talking.

It was as if there was ice freezing him, and it was as if a sharp knife was added to his body. This feeling made Perik extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

That was just Luo Huan's gaze.

She turned around in a hurry, and walked out of the office in a panic, her steps were a little stumbling.

In her ears, there was even the beast-like roar that came from inside Philip's bedroom when she followed Filjie through Philip's bedroom that day.

She didn't see those pictures, but at this moment, those pictures became extremely hideous in her mind.

Perik shivered subconsciously, and vowed that if he had nothing to do, he would never step into Luo Huan's office again.

As for Luo Huan, he just looked up at his mother and continued to sign the list at his desk.

A person's name is very special - Qian Yueji.

Kill her, or exile, and what about the baby she gave birth to?No one dared to give orders for Luo Huan.

Luo Huan's quill pen stayed for a while when he saw this document, and finally ticked off the names of the mother and child, deciding to impose the death penalty.

As for the reason: this is a woman who betrayed Philip and had an illegitimate child with someone else.That baby, not Philip's child, should not have existed in this world.

Luo Huan knew very well that he could not keep this mother and son. The news just came that Qian Dilun had already captured Alan Guard. Now that he owns the two states of Alan Guard and Corinth, he must be eyeing Royce.

Keeping this baby would give Qian Dilun a legitimate excuse to come to war under the pretext of seeking justice for his nephew.

Although the baby was innocent and those excuses were all lies, Luo Huan still signed the order, and just in case, he personally went to jail the day before he ascended the throne.

It was a sunny day, the sun was dazzling, Qian Yueji and her child were crying in the dirty prison, Mao Xiaohua's nose was already tortured by the taste of the prison and was about to collapse.

His paws stepped on the wet and dark floor, and he followed closely beside Luo Huan.

"Please, Your Majesty, please spare my child..." Qian Yueji knelt in front of Luo Huan. She no longer had the brilliance of the past, but in such a dungeon, she was still beautiful and charming.

"He's your younger brother! He's your real younger brother... Please, please, for Philip's sake, let him go..."

Qian Yueji cried heart-rendingly, and the baby also made a wow sound at this moment.

Mao Xiaohua looked at Luo Huan with some concern. He was afraid that the young king would be stimulated again and recall the scene of patricide that day.

But there was no expression on Luo Huan's face, and the corners of his mouth were as stiff as a stone.

The guard's iron sword fell, and Qian Yueji's head fell to the ground.

Bleed all over the place.

On the ground, the baby had been thrown to death, his face was blue, and he died.

"Your Majesty, I'm dead!" The guard stepped forward to report, Luo Huan got up mechanically, checked himself, then turned around mechanically, and left the dungeon.

Mao Xiaohua felt that this scene was simply unacceptable, and he couldn't understand why Luo Huan had to come and see these unpleasant things in person.

But no matter what, Mao Xiaohua could feel how numb and stiff Luo Huan was these days.

Especially, when he walked out of the dungeon and the summer's glaring sun hit him, he didn't even seem to feel the heat, and walked towards the next goal without stopping for a moment.

"Wow~!" Mao Xiaohua called Luo Huan in a low voice, but the young man didn't hear the voice at all.

His footsteps are steady, but not slow. There is also an army that rebelled because of Philip's death, and he needs to order people to quell it.

At this moment, Mao Xiaohua even felt that Luo Huan probably didn't need her anymore.

He quietly left Luo Huan, went to look for Dahuang, walked out of the palace with a leopard and a cat, and came to the central square of the city.

There, a statue of Philip on horseback wielding an iron sword has been taken down.

The old place is empty, still waiting for the statue of the new king.

However, the statue of the new king made those artists very troubled.

In Luo Huan's spacious bedroom, next to the big bed, Luo Huan was reading documents.

Not far from him, two or three painters are helping him paint portraits from various angles, so that they can be used to sculpt the heroic posture of the new king.

"Your Majesty, please smile."

Luo Huan grinned, but that smile was too stiff, and even carried a hint of winter. Such a sculpture was obviously inappropriate to be placed in the middle of the town.

"The corners of the mouth are raised."

The sculptor sighed and shook his head, it was just a fake smile, there was no enthusiasm in his eyes at all.

Perik was there, too, and she was beginning to worry.

Tomorrow is the enthronement hall. The body and posture of the statue of the new king have been carved, but the expression on the face is still unsatisfactory.

It's not a fake smile or indifference, such an appearance is not acceptable!

"Luo Huan, don't think about those unpleasant things, think about happy things!"

Perik didn't dare to reprimand loudly, so he could only patiently persuade, "Think about the things you like."

Luo Huan's face revealed a melancholy and resolute expression, like a warrior dying in depression, not like a king who can love his people at all.

"I'm tired, let's stop here today!" Luo Huan no longer planned to cooperate with these sculptors' creations. He still had a lot of work to do. In addition, he didn't see his leopard all afternoon.

However, the moment Luo Huan turned around, he saw the white leopard sneaking back on tiptoe, followed by a big yellow cat.

Luo Huan raised his eyebrows, and looked at the caught leopard, with a clear sense of questioning.

And Mao Xiaohua never expected that there would be so many people in the room. He raised his head and looked at Luo Huan, feeling a little ashamed in his heart - he really wasn't playful, in fact, Luo Huan was so busy these days that he didn't even pay attention to it. I live by myself, so I went out to have some fun.

At this moment, facing Luo Huan's accusation, Mao Xiaohua hurriedly opened her eyes wide and pulled her ears, trying to avoid punishment by being cute, so she could come over and rub the bed.

But Luo Huan shook his head lightly, his attitude was very firm.

Mao Xiaohua drooped his head, and after a while, he suddenly lay down on the ground, twisted his body towards Luo Huan, and drew his limbs together, revealing his soft belly, and opened his eyes even more roundly. eyes, looked at Luo Huan expectantly, and promptly spit out half of his pink tongue.

Mao Xiaohua has practiced this movement in front of the mirror many times, and she thinks that the lethality is first-class.

At this moment, a miracle happened.

Luo Huan, who had been sullen and unable to smile no matter what, finally raised the corners of his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a knowing and gentle smile.

The smile is full of pampering, with a trace of helplessness, but with infinite warmth and trust.

His face was still resolute and his brows were sharp, but because of this smile, the glacier melted, making people feel as warm as the sun even in the severe cold.

The smile was fleeting, but was caught by the painter who was eager to capture the smile.

Those artists who were already disappointed and planned to sculpt their smiles stiffly seemed to see the muse extending an olive branch towards them at this moment.

They quickly picked up the paintbrush, recorded this rare moment on the canvas, and then returned to their studio overnight to carve out the five-meter-high sculpture carefully according to this painting.

This smile with a hint of pampering, a hint of helplessness, but firmness, love, and principle is solidified in the white marble statue. After years of wind and frost, it has become the favorite art of Royce people. Taste.

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