tribute male queen

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The little emperor regained his lofty attitude, and said to the ashen-faced man below the steps: "I want you to be a tribute, but I still want to treat you well, but you don't want to. Now that you are my prisoner, then you just do it." A lowly slave would be fine..."

The ropes on his body were finally untied, before he could move his blood stagnant limbs, the cold iron chains were clasped around his wrists.

The emperor's ghostly voice floated over again, "I know you will not come to Bei Cang willingly, so I sent someone to guard your mansion secretly, and if you escape, I will take you down. The people who take care of you Why didn't you come on time, hehe, it's just that my people have tampered with your Feige letter."

"It's a good trick to catch the cicada and the oriole, but so what, your palace may not be able to lock me up." He Lancong stood up slowly, stared at the little emperor, and said word by word.

"My palace can't keep you, Marquis Yanping, but someone can keep you." The little emperor teased with a confident smile, don't be so confident.

"Eh?" He Lancong was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the little emperor puzzled.

"Drink what's in this bowl, and I'll tell you." Pointing to the blue and white porcelain bowl on the tray in the hand of the waiter next to him, the little emperor began to play tricks.

Well, what kind of tricks is this emperor playing?

Seeing that He Lancong was hesitating, the little emperor sneered, "Why, don't you have the guts?"

He Lancong thought it was all right, knowing that he was using aggressive tactics, he would still make a child look down on him.He took the bowl, raised his head and drank the bitter soup, then flicked his hand, the bowl drew a beautiful arc from his hand, swirled, and landed on the tray of the waiter who had already retreated aside.

The people present were dumbfounded, and even the hidden guard who was in the dark, couldn't help shouting in his heart, good work!

Although the little emperor admired He Lancong's intentional gesture, he remained calm on the surface, "I am a trustworthy person. Since you drank that thing, I will tell you, Concubine Helan, you will not ignore her." Bar."

"Sister? What did you do to her?"

"What did I do to her?" The little emperor spread his hands and said innocently: "She is my elder, so of course she is very filial. However, whether I still want to be filial now depends on what you, Marquis Yanping, do." Done."

"You, despicable." He Lancong lowered his voice, expressing his anger.

The little emperor was not angry either, and said casually: "I hate you, and I hate her too. Whether she goes to hell or you go to hell, it's up to you to choose."

It's up to me to choose, hehe, He Lancong sneered, do I have a choice?

Yuan Wenjing approached He Lancong, and said in a low voice: "At the beginning, the auxiliary minister said that the late emperor wanted her to be buried. I will try my best to save her life, just for today. I don't need to teach you what to do. ?”

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Zhaohuang Pavilion is an attic that belongs to the scope of the emperor's bedroom, but is isolated in a corner of the palace wall.

Being brought into the empty attic, He Lancong sneered in his heart, the little emperor was young, but he had a deep mind and a lot of tricks.

Judging from the name, it should be a loft where women live, but now it is He Lancong's residence, the residence of a low-level slave. It is really rare to treat a captive so favorably.

He didn't know what he drank, it couldn't be a good thing anyway, He Lancong felt a little uneasy.I tried luck in my dantian, and found that the internal energy was normal, and it wasn't a medicine to use up martial arts.

For that small past, narrow-minded revenge, this is not what Mingjun did.

In the Canglan Palace, Yuan Wenjing threw the book of war in his hand on the dragon case irritably. He was obviously arrested, and he could take revenge according to the plan, so why couldn't he be happy at all.Are you shocked by his demeanor?What a joke, what a loser!

Just when the little emperor was in a messy mood, he felt that someone had entered the bedroom, and he knew who it was without passing it on.From all over the Beicang Kingdom, there is only one person who can directly enter his bedroom, and that is his clan prince brother-Xianwang Yuanchang.

"Your Majesty, you got your wish, are you happy?"

Faced with Yuan Chang's straight-forward question, the little emperor was a little shaken, "I don't know what to do with him now?"

"What?" Yuan Chang chuckled, "We just met, and after a round of fighting, did His Majesty lose the battle?"

"Nonsense, I just didn't think about how to torture them, it would make me happier."

"Hehe, Your Majesty, I remember that you have thought of many ways."

"Yes." Yuan Wenjing touched his chin and said, "But I think that's not enough."

Yuan Chang suddenly became serious, "Your Majesty, no matter how you play, I feel that if this person can't be used by our country, it's better to get rid of him as soon as possible."

The little emperor's expression became serious, and he said after a while, "You asked me to kill him?"

Yuan Chang said quietly: "Of course I don't want you to kill him. He Lancong is a rare talent. It's a pity to kill him. However, his claws are too sharp. I worry that your Majesty will be injured by the tiger if he fails to tame the tiger."

Yuan Wenjing fell into deep thought, and Yuan Chang said lightly: "Your Majesty, please think clearly about something. Do you really hate him? How much was your ambition when you attacked Donglin, and how much was just to vent your anger. The Queen Mother has passed away. After many years, no matter how many people have been tortured, the Empress Dowager will not be reborn. Your Majesty, since you care about the world, you should really focus on the world. With your majesty's shrewdness and wisdom, in the future, Bei Cang will surely make Bei Cang prosperous and powerful, with majesty everywhere."

Yuan Chang left, and the little emperor lay alone on the large dragon bed with his arms pillowed on his head, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

5. Palace rules and lessons...

The little emperor's early court had just passed, and before he had time to take revenge on his captives, Ning Yu presented a secret performance.

The content of the secret rehearsal was very long, and Yuan Wenjing read it word by word, closed the booklet, and frowned, which really made Yuan Chang hit the mark, and things turned out like this.

Yuan Chang carefully asked: "Your Majesty, is it difficult?"

Yuan Wenjing handed him the booklet in his hand expressionlessly, and said, "You can read it yourself."

Yuan Chang quickly opened the secret music, and he understood it.

Although Bei Cang conquered Donglin, and the Emperor Donglin also bowed his head and proclaimed himself a vassal, another royal family, King Yi, took his own soldiers and horses and escaped into the high mountains and dense forests at the border between Donglin and Xirong Kingdom.King Yi proclaims himself king, and now he is sending decent people to look for He Lancong everywhere. The good minister, Liang Jiang, has been the target of enlightened kings since ancient times.

Yuan Chang smiled, "This tiger's claws are indeed too sharp, it seems that His Majesty needs to sharpen them."

Yuan Wenjing glared at him and muttered, "I want you to remind me!"

Yuan Chang smiled embarrassingly, shrugged his shoulders, as if he wanted to watch a good show,

Yuan Wenjing said to him calmly, "If you have time, pay more attention to Xiangguo Yang Lin's movements. That old fox has not been very peaceful recently."

In the courtyard of Zhaohuang Pavilion, the second chief manager, An Rong, was explaining the rules of the palace to the people kneeling on the bluestone floor.

In the morning, when He Lancong woke up, An Rong brought someone in with the same bowl as the day before, and asked him to drink.He ignored it at first, but Anrong said that he didn't want to die, so he drank the contents of the bowl.Although he didn't know what it was, but thinking that he had to maintain his strength in order to have a chance to leave this place, he still chose to drink that bowl of food.

There was a sneer on the corner of An Rong's mouth, His Majesty's trick is a bit troublesome, but it is a good way to control a person.

An Rong, who was in charge of training He Lancong, asked him to kneel down to listen to the palace rules, but encountered some troubles.

The Marquis of Yanping in Donglin, he kneels up to the monarch and kneels down to his parents, but he doesn't kneel down in the enemy's country.

Knowing that He Lancong is good at martial arts, when Yu Hai's injured subordinates reported to An Rong, the supreme leader of the dark guards, that they had passed by, An Rong understood why His Majesty entrusted him with such a hot task.

Knowing that this was a tough one, An Rong also moved out Concubine Helan, and sure enough, this woman had a big face and made He Lancong obediently submit.

An Rong read the palace rules one by one, knowing that He Lancong would not listen to them, but he still read them patiently. He secretly said to Marquis Yanping, if you want to avoid suffering, we advise you to be aware of current affairs. I can't get along with you!

"Our family has finished reading the rules, do you understand?"

He Lancong turned his head to one side and didn't say a word, An Rong didn't take it seriously either.

"Our family knows that you are unwilling, but you have entered the palace of Bei Cang, no matter what your status was in the past, you must abide by the rules of Bei Cang now. Those who enter the inner court, regardless of gender, are His Majesty's people , do you understand?"

"Impossible!" He Lancong flatly refused.

"It's impossible, it's up to you, I have the final say."

Yuan Wen greeted everyone, and glanced at all the saluting people, except for his own captives, snorted coldly, wait and see, I will ask you to look good later.

When the little emperor came in, He Lancong had already stood up, confronting him at this moment, showing no sign of weakness.

Yuan Wenjing was very upset that his defeated general was still so arrogant!

Turning around, the little emperor asked An Rong: "It's been almost half a day, how are you teaching the rules?"

An Rong bowed and replied: "Your Majesty forgive me, this slave is incompetent."

Yuan Wenjing nodded, walked in front of He Lancong, and reminded him kindly: "As a slave, you should know the rules, otherwise, if you violate the palace rules, no one will be able to help you."

"Thank you for reminding me, I don't need it!" She raised her head high, but her tone, which was neither humble nor overbearing, sounded extraordinarily sarcastic.

"In the palace rules, there seems to be a rule that a slave should use honorifics to his master when he is replying. You have been studying for a long time, but why haven't you learned how to reply to your master?"

He Lancong sneered: "My master is the Lord of Donglin, not the Lord of Beicang."

"After entering my Beicang Palace and thinking about the old master of Donglin, it seems that I need to let you know the rules.