Dog emperor, take your life!

"I think that since the Holy Dragon is not feeling well, it's better to rest, and I can leave this matter of the court to the minister to handle."

On the Golden Luan Hall, Long Xia's powerful minister, Guo Shi Mo Ci was standing in front of the emperor, completely ignoring etiquette, with his hands behind his back, causing all the officials in the court to whisper.

But the emperor on the throne seemed to see a tiger at this time, and he didn't dare to look down at him.

The emperor was Ning Yuan, the youngest son of the first emperor, who was only 21 years old this year.

Before the late emperor died, he entrusted the crown prince who was under 16 years old to Mo Ci, the national teacher, and specially instructed Mo Ci to take charge of the military and political power and assist the emperor.

In the eyes of others, he is lawless, has no imperial power, is arrogant and domineering, and does whatever he wants.

Emperor Ningyuan is just a puppet.

"If the Holy Majesty doesn't speak, that's a tacit consent. Come here, send the Holy Majesty back to the bedroom, and let the imperial physician treat the Holy Majesty."

"This……"

"What is the meaning of this, my lord?" Situ Fang, a former court veteran, stood up and asked with a sense of accusation.

"The dragon is unwell, and as a subject, he should share his worries. General Situ, what do you mean by me?" What a rhetorical question!

Standing on top of the main hall, Mo Ci has no distinction between monarch and minister, his eyes seem to be the king who looks down on the world, and he is the only one who respects the world.

Even Situ Fang, the great general who defended the country after a long battle, couldn't help trembling in his heart.

"Naturally, what the Master of the State Teacher says is what it is." Situ Fang stepped back angrily without daring to speak.

"Since there is nothing wrong, let's go back to our respective homes and retreat!"

In Ningjun Palace, Ningjun Wang Chuyue, who had always been fond of flowers and plants, practiced swords at this time.

He is the only prince with a foreign surname in Longxia, who has no power or power, not even the right to go up to the Golden Luan Hall, so that all the forces in the court have forgotten his existence.

The more this is the case, the more beneficial it is for him.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning is good at swordsmanship!" The visitor took off his court attire, his long hair was half tied up, and his white gold-threaded robe made him gentle.

Chu Yue put down his sword and walked to Mo Ci's side, his eyes were full of warmth and ambiguity.

"Why is the national teacher free to come to this king?"

Mo Ci touched his face, then smiled and said, "As long as I want to come, I can come anytime, but I wonder if Ah Yue welcomes it?"

Chu Yue picked him up, the beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to have a magical power that captivated people's souls, and Mo Ci was stunned for a moment.

"A Yue, you are so beautiful, if you ascend to the throne in the future, there will be countless beauties wanting to be with you..."

Before Mo Ci finished speaking, Chu Yue blocked his mouth with his mouth, and his warm breath drifted on his face. His body hugged by Chu Yue trembled slightly, and then he seemed to relax. Chu Yue's little thought.

Others would be surprised if they saw that the national teacher, who was used to being arrogant on weekdays, had such a humble appearance, but the people in Ningjun Palace were not surprised.

After entering the room, Chu Yue put Mo Ci down gently, and whispered into his ear: "No matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't compare to you."

The slightly magnetic voice made him numb all over, and he was always irresistible to Chu Yue.

He coughed lightly, and then said: "I have great power in the court, and it depends on when Ah Yue wants to force the palace."

"My Mo Ci has always acted so swiftly and resolutely."

"Don't forget your promise to me, I can pull you down from the altar at any time."

Chu Yue took Mo Ci's hand, and said with incomparable affection: "I am the king, and you are the queen, and they will conspire to dominate the king."

Mo Ci's face was slightly flushed, and his heart was pounding. Sure enough, as soon as he met Chu Yue, his aura would disappear. "

"Don't fall in love with other men or women, or I will let go of their blood, cut off their heads, chop them into meat paste, and then destroy you."

"I, Chu Yue, have only loved you in my whole life. If I have second thoughts, I will let you dispose of them."