The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

Chi Si's eyes were gloomy: "Do you know where I live now?"

The coldness in Yang Wentuo's eyes became sharper: "The national teacher has won a holy family, why should he live in a remote palace?"

"What do you think?" Chi Si approached his ear, his malice becoming more and more raging: "But I haven't visited Linyuan Palace yet."

He chuckled lightly: "I wanted to go and see the concubine and the side concubine in the mansion, but I heard that the prince is not married. I don't know if the prince needs warm, fragrant and soft jade to wait on him so that he can spend the long night."

"Thank you for your concern, the national teacher, I dare not bother the national teacher with family affairs."

The word "family affairs" is like a cold and sharp thorn, stabbing hard at the tip of the heart, dripping blood into ice, giving birth to a chill of hatred.

The blue-veined hand began to retaliate by provoking right and wrong.

Yang Wentuo was startled, and with a wave of his sleeves, invisible waves were created. The strong internal force was like a transparent frost knife and snow sword, which rippled and spread among thousands of flowers.

"National Teacher, please respect yourself."

His figure teleported, and he had staggered away from the long corridor by three steps, and left without looking back.

A gust of swift palm wind suddenly struck from behind, like a thunderbolt, whistling wind roared, and the circling and falling flower rain was swept up by the wind again, like a beautiful picture scroll under the moonlight streamer.

With his meteor-like movements instinctively automatic, Yang Wentuo pointed his fingers together as claws, one side of his body caught the strong wind blowing from behind, and half-spinned his wrist to twist the opponent's arm back behind him.

The positions of the two suddenly switched.

The cold and resentful voice smiled softly: "If the prince likes this, it's okay."

The cold and ambiguous tone whispered in the ear: "Then please take me back to the mansion, and serve the prince to spend a good night together."

Yang Wentuo glanced at the person in front of him with a knife-sharp gaze, politely and indifferently let go, then turned and left in silence again.

There was another palm wind coming from behind him, he was so annoyed that he frowned slightly and punched again to resist.

But this time, it was the pale wrist that was grabbed and twisted behind him.

The positions of the two changed again.

Chi Si started to play tricks again.

Leng Yan's voice was gentle and low with a smile: "The prince is really so heartless."

The moon shines on the flower forest, and the flowers rain all over the sky, hovering in the air for a long time.

Yang Wentuo's breathing gradually deepened, and his voiceless voice was cold: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

"How could I be willing to hurt you?" The scorching breath rose slowly from the jaw all the way, and finally stopped in the ear, spit out the cold and venomous malice: "Even if I want to kill you, I will only let you die on my couch superior."

There are no bloodstains left by her on her pale neck, and the delicious taste of the world's ecstasy is on her lips.

Chi Si slowly lowered his head and was about to bite, when his thin lips suddenly parted, silently and decisively showing his resistance as cold as ice.

The beautiful eyes, as clear as glazed glass, are like sharp swords out of their sheaths, sealing their throats at the sight of blood, without joy or sorrow.

The tip of the heart was stabbed severely, and the boiling heat in the whole body suddenly cooled down.

He played tricks and lit fires everywhere, but the fire on the opposite side didn't ignite, but was blown by the east wind, and the fire burned Chibi and burned himself all over.

As long as it is not the father-in-law in the palace, he will be emotional.

Emotional, but not emotional.

Even if the beautiful taste of ecstasy is right in front of you, it feels dull.

He resentfully let go, his cold Yanjue eyes gleaming with evil intent.

"Yang Wentuo."

Like Songtao's melodious voice, word by word fell like pearls on a jade plate, every word was like a snake, dripping black ink halo full of resentment: "I won't force you, I will let you sleep willingly again to my bed."

***

The afternoon sun is dazzling, shining on the head of the locked golden beast, and the water drops and copper dragons are dripping away and never returning.

In the Golden Luan Hall, the dignitaries gathered in the world, chatting endlessly about the monstrous power.

The aged Ninth Five-Year Lord swayed from side to side on the dragon chair, drowsy.

The national teacher, who looked like a demon that caused disasters to the country, sat with his long legs slanted aside, looking at a certain place in the crowd with a smile full of interest and mischief.

The courtiers reported the government affairs one by one. At this time, an official from the Ministry of Industry came forward to report.

The blueprints for the nine-story tower that Cai Xingshi wanted to build had already been designed.

He glanced at the new national teacher, and asked timidly whether he would continue to build.

The hall was suddenly silent.

Sitting in front of him is a true immortal descending from the mortal world with a transcendent status. Do you want to pay attention to the other immortal masters and emperors in the palace?

The national teacher looked at King Linyuan excitedly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "What does the prince mean?"

All eyes in the hall suddenly shifted to Yang Wentuo.

The courtiers can now see clearly.

This fairy who said he didn't care about human affairs really didn't care about the general situation.

But as long as it has something to do with King Linyuan, it will definitely interfere.

Whatever Linyuan's party says, he will do the opposite.

It's a dilemma.

Regarding the construction of high towers and the protection of Da Yan Qi for tens of thousands of years, Linyuan Wang Yidang thought it was nonsense and opposed it several times.

Now if he expresses his opinion again, with the state division confronting him everywhere, the pagoda will be fixed.

Unless he said against his will, built.

But in this way, wouldn't he become a treacherous minister who harmed the people of the country?

Yang Wentuo was silent for a while, and insisted on saying that the construction would waste people's money and not build.

The National Teacher raised his mouth towards the minister of the Ministry of Industry: "Have you heard that?"

The minister was taken aback, he heard what he said, but he didn't understand the attitude of the national teacher.

Are you confronting King Linyuan as usual?Or listen to King Linyuan?

The national teacher sneered, and the laughter carried a hint of resentment and playfulness: "Listen to the prince."

The official who cared about the common people breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help wondering: Why did the national teacher change his temper today and stop confronting King Linyuan?

After a while, the national teacher sneered again indifferently: "Those fake gods who pretend to be gods and ghosts can let them go."

The courtiers were startled.He meant to drive out all the immortal masters and emperors in the palace?

How dare they ordinary people dare to intervene in the battle of gods?

Everyone turned their attention to the human emperor on the dragon chair.

When the emperor heard this, he woke up suddenly from his drowsiness.

"Master, this..."

Isn't the more gods in the palace the better?Although there are occasional quarrels among the immortal masters and emperors, they cannot offend other immortals because of one person's words.

There was a moment of silence in the Golden Luan Hall, and no one spoke.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew into the nine main halls, making the doors and windows rattle.

The flowing misty smoke was blown away by the wind, and a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

Cai Xingjun appeared out of nowhere and stood in the middle of the hall.

Dressed in Taoist robes from the green hills, with broken star scarves and neon sleeves, the appearance of the exiled immortal is dignified and awe-inspiring. Compared with the national teacher who sits on a soft chair and looks as beautiful as a evil spirit for the country, he has the posture of a fairy.

Cai Xingjun, who descended from heaven to earth, made a Taoist salute to the emperor on earth, with a majestic spirit and a decent attitude, with a proper sense of proportion, neither overbearing nor humble.

Then he turned to the national teacher again: "Friend Chi, long time no see."

Chi Si laughed frivolously twice: "Not long."

Unexpectedly, these two gods had a relationship.

The courtiers were taken aback for a moment, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Everyone knew well that just now the national teacher tried to drive away the other gods, and this Xingjun was coming to fight with him.