When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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The familiar dizziness came, even after experiencing it several times, Qian Ling still felt dizzy.

Until you smell a faint sandalwood fragrance.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the yellow bed curtain, and through a thin layer of gauze, he could vaguely see the antique furniture outside the bed curtain.

It is different from the semi-vulgar Chinese style decoration deliberately created by modern times, but a real ancient residence.

Qian Ling's mind paused for a few seconds.

Which dynasty did this come from?

System 663: [This is a superficial world view, all the characters and backgrounds are superficial, so there is no need to have the burden of destroying history. 】

Qian Ling nodded.

This is his first time entering the ancient world, and everything around him seems strange and new.

He looked at the moon-white undershirt on his body.

The satin-like smooth hand feels warm to the touch. Although only a small area of ​​embroidery is done on the hem and cuffs, it still feels expensive.

The quilt on Qianling's body was embroidered in a large area, and the craftsmanship was so exquisite that it was breathtaking.

Everything around him told him it was expensive.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice suddenly came from outside the bed curtain, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to get up, all the civil and military officials outside are already waiting for you in the hall."

Qianling trembled all over.

After a long time, there was a sleepy reply from inside the bed curtain, "I, cough...I see."

The person outside the bed tent paused for two seconds, and said, "This servant will order someone to wash His Majesty."

Not long after, a group of people filed in, carrying fancy tools.

The two pulled back the yellow bed curtain, and the rest respectfully waited on him to wash up, and even raised their hands as "Be careful, Your Majesty" and "Forgive Your Majesty".

A sentence coaxed Qianling a little dizzy.

Until one hand reached for his waistband, trying to take off his obscene pants, Qian Ling realized instantly, "What are you doing?"

The little eunuch who was scolded immediately fell to his knees with a plop.

"Your Majesty, spare me, this servant deserves to die!"

Another older eunuch raised his hand and slapped the young eunuch's face. As if it wasn't enough, he went up to make up for it and kicked him down, "Come on, drag him down."

After all this was done, the old eunuch bowed his waist and pleaded guilty, "This slave is incompetent. He didn't teach his subordinates well and offended His Majesty. Please punish him."

Qian Ling has also recovered from the shock of "he wants to take off my pants", knowing that the other party seems to just want to serve him to the toilet.

But as a modern person, how could he get used to going to the toilet and still have someone help him?

Thinking of this kind of scene, he began to tap the city wall with his toes.

Qian Ling simply waved his hand, "Forget it, I'm in a good mood today."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En!" The old eunuch quickly directed the remaining people, "Hurry up and serve, and I will not spare you if you make mistakes again!"

Several servants moved quickly and neatly, and put the layers of dragon robes on Qian Ling's body, put them on the crown, and stepped back respectfully.

Qian Ling looked at the figure in the bronze mirror.

Even with the unclear projection, it can still be seen that the juvenile's meticulously carved facial features are extremely delicate and beautiful, and his skin is as white and delicate as suet jade raised in the palace.

Even wearing the majestic and solemn dragon robe, there is no sense of majesty at all, but it is somewhat contrary to harmony.

System 663 said at this moment: [You are a violent, fatuous and incompetent emperor.

But you are not an orthodox prince.

But before his death, the late emperor remembered your biological mother of a Qinhuai singing girl who died early, and forcibly accepted the title despite the opposition of civil and military officials and became the new emperor.

So you hate your own appearance and origin, sensitive mind and low self-esteem, not only do not reuse capable talents, but envy and mutilate them, which intensifies the process of decline.

As a result, the current situation is turbulent and the country is precarious. 】

Qianling's expression froze.

Is he such a bad character?

System 663: [Not only is it bad, it's also stupid, otherwise how could it be tricked into digging up the graves of the ancestors. 】

"..."

Yes.

Qian Ling has almost forgotten the main line and name of this dungeon.

Touch the gold celestial master.

The content is also related to fighting. The danger of the entire dungeon comes not only from the various forces that may kill him for the throne at any time, but also from the unknown forces that may be encountered after entering the imperial tomb.

Combining the double-layered dangers of supernatural and real, Qian Ling once again refreshed her bottom line about how bad her luck is.

Qian Ling resisted facing those things, and he suggested: "Can't I take the route of revival? Become a generation of Mingjun."

System 663: 【...Do you think there is any relationship between you and the four words 'One Generation Mingjun'? 】

Qian Ling, who was ridiculed severely, emo instantly.

Alright alright.

He also knew that it was difficult, so he had better follow the main line of the plot.

Qian Ling restrained his small thoughts, turned around, and the old eunuch was shocked, as if predicting that he would lose his temper after looking in the mirror, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, please calm down."

The original emperor hated his too beautiful appearance, because it would quickly remind people of his humble mother.

This was regarded by him as the greatest shame.

And the old eunuch in front of him is Liu Xi, the Chief Internal Supervisor who served the late Emperor.

The best thing is to observe words and expressions.

Seeing that there was no angry expression on Qian Ling's face, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Please, Your Majesty, General He Lan quelled the turmoil in the north this morning, and the squadron returned to the court. The special Hou was waiting in the hall early in the morning. You."

Qian Ling thought of her "jealousy of talents" personality, snorted through her nose, and said while sitting on the chariot: "It's just a battle, so I can't wait to ask for credit for it. I spent so much money on it." Military pay is not for food."

"What Your Majesty said is that those people are not just a bunch of reckless people," Liu Xi complimented with a smile, "Thanks to Your Majesty's great blessings, all the people in this world are under your protection."

This Liu Xi's flattering skills are really good, and Qian Ling feels coaxed to be light-hearted.

System 663 said: [Otherwise, how could someone get into the position of manager? 】

After a while, the walking chariot arrived at the Guangming Hall.

Dozens of civil servants and military generals in court uniform stood in the hall, and those people surrounded the man in the middle intentionally or unintentionally, whispering something, Qian Ling couldn't hear clearly.

But just looking at the postures of those people, it is also obvious that their attitude towards the one in the middle is respectful and even admirable.

Qian Ling slowed down, and after sitting on the dragon chair, he looked at the man first.

He was different from the others, he didn't wear dull court clothes, but a bloody armor suit, which set off his waist a little, but his stature was exceptionally tall, even in modern times, he was a proper male model figure.

I think this is the General He Lan that Liu Xi was talking about.

It looks like he can fight very well, and he might cry for a long time with a punch, Qian Ling couldn't help thinking so, and even put on a tugging expression of 'Master is the strongest in the world' on his face.

"Hehe, General He Lan is so arrogant, he came to see me dressed like this," Qian Ling said, "Why don't you just bring an army up next time."

Although the civil and military officials around the man were disgusted, they also dispersed, not daring to offend this murderous big devil.

Only He Lanjun, who was being targeted, had no fear, and cupped his hands and said:

"I didn't wear the court uniform because I didn't want to delay the military report, and I didn't intend to lose my manners. However, His Majesty was late in the morning court time, which is not in compliance with the rules."

"You are so brave, are you teaching me a lesson?" Qian Ling picked up the memorial on the table and smashed it hard, "Don't think that if you win the battle, I won't dare to punish you!"

The corner of the memorial hit the man's face, and he didn't even try to dodge, just like that, a bloodstain came out from the smash.

Qianling: "...!?"

He, is he so powerful?

What should I do, should I apologize, am I going too far, will he be angry%24%%40...

Just when Qian Ling was feeling uneasy, a hand with knuckles picked up the uncorrected memorial.

The man stood up.

Qian Ling shivered all over, and comforted herself in her heart: He is also the emperor in name after all, this guy should not dare to touch her.

Even so, he was still stiff as He Lanjun approached.

"Your Majesty, I don't mean that."

He lowered his head and presented the memorial with both hands, "All emperors live in peace and are always on guard. If you don't dare to neglect day and night, you will not be seen, and the country will not be lost; if you are safe and forgetful, traitors will be able to plot , the country cannot be guaranteed. [quote]”

"Are you educating me?"

Qian Ling didn't understand at all, it was right to be fierce anyway.

He Lanjun was still neither humble nor overbearing, "This is a warning from His Majesty's ancestral precepts, not a humble minister's lies."

Qian Ling brushed his hand away, pointed at the tip of his nose and cursed: "Don't press me with these things, He Lanjun, you are disrespectful before the emperor, you will be executed according to official law!"

There was only a thud thud, and the hall fell to its knees in an instant.

"Think twice, Your Majesty!"

"Master He Lan is eager to persuade you, but he really has no intention of contradicting His Majesty. Your Majesty, please see the face of Master He Lan's illustrious military achievements, please forgive me!"

The old minister who was over fifty years old knelt down and begged for mercy. It seemed that He Lanjun was very popular.

Qian Ling's talk about beheading was just for fun.

He took the memorial from He Lanjun's hand, like playing with an interesting toy, and squinted at the person in front of him.

"Did you know you were wrong?"

He Lanjun's appearance is very good, the arc of the high brow bone connecting the bridge of the nose is handsome and handsome, when the eyelashes are lowered, people can't detect his true emotions.

He Lanjun said in a low voice: "My humble minister is convicted, and I will show mercy to Your Majesty."

"For the sake of knowing that you were wrong, the death penalty can be avoided, and the life penalty cannot be escaped." Qian Ling pondered for a moment, and said, "If you drag it on, you will be punished twenty times."

Qian Ling glanced at the courtiers kneeling under the stage, "Do you still have objections?"

"I dare not to be humble."

"Thank you Lord Ron."

Although the courtiers were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to vent it. They could only watch the meritorious officials being punished, without any dignity of a courtier!

"Master Helan, please."

The guard who stepped forward did not drag him, but invited him down in a polite manner.

He Lanjun said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

As he spoke, he looked up at him, completely contrary to the content of the words, his eyes were so cold that they were ruthless, and there was even a trace of disgust that was not concealed.

Seeing him coming out, the two attendants who were waiting outside the hall surrounded him, "My lord, are you all right, did the emperor praise us?"

He Lanjun walked forward without saying a word.

The two attendants also realized that something was wrong, obediently shut up and followed, and saw the guard made a gesture of invitation, signaling He Lanjun to lie on the execution bench.

"My lord?" A follower stopped the guard who made the move, "Why is this? The emperor punished you?"

He Lanjun said: "If you are disrespectful before the emperor, you will be fined twenty."

Another follower's eyes widened, "We risked our lives to fight the world for him. He is good. If he said a word, he would punish us. We are really his dogs!"

"Shut up."

He Lanjun glanced at him, and the man quickly shut up.

He looked at the resplendent and resplendent Guangming Palace from a distance, and said in a low voice, "Thunder, rain and dew are all due to your grace."

[The author has something to say: the middle paragraph quotes "Emperor Ming Zu Xun"]