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

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After Liu Xi left, the lieutenant general's expression changed instantly, he snatched the two food boxes from the hand of the steward beside him, and made a gesture of going out.

He Lanjun stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"My lord, how can this dog emperor be so kind, he specified that he poisoned it, and I will take it and throw it away."

"No, take it back."

The lieutenant general reluctantly put the two food boxes on the table and opened them with a very ugly expression, as if he was about to open some dangerous hidden weapon.

He Lanjun said: "Take away the things that the emperor bestowed and throw them away. What does it look like if it spreads? Put a hat on me then, should I thank you?"

"My lord," the deputy general said aggrievedly, "You know I don't have so many thoughts, I just worry about you, after all, the little emperor still—"

The deputy general opened the food box.

There are indeed various small and beautiful snacks in it, which are things they will not eat in the military rations, and they look very attractive.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?

"My lord, the emperor specially gave you these things. Could it be that he has other intentions?"

He Lanjun took a look at those worthless snacks, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and casually picked up a piece of soft pastry.

The pastry is sprinkled with crushed sweet-scented osmanthus, and a faint floral fragrance wafts out.

If it was to please him, these things would be too much to watch.

He took a bite, and the sweet and greasy sauce filled his mouth with the fragrance of flowers.

very tired.

He doesn't like sweet things very much, especially this kind of snacks.

And the lieutenant who had been by his side for so long naturally knew this, immediately took out his handkerchief and handed it to He Lanjun.

"My lord, you can spit here."

He Lanjun glanced at him lightly, put the remaining half of the snack into his mouth, picked up the teacup on the side, and suppressed the cloying sweetness with the bitter tea.

"You can share the rest of the snacks with others."

The lieutenant nodded, "Yes."

"Also," He Lanjun wiped his mouth with his handkerchief, stood up and went to the desk, "Order someone to go to the study to fetch that green Qi."

"Sir, are you here?"

He Lanjun picked up the pen and wrote something on the rice paper, "Return the gift."

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When the deputy general came to the barracks with two food boxes, other people surrounded him.

"The things in this palace are really strange. This dessert is made like a flower. It's really a toss."

"It's so sweet, only little girls like these things."

"You said that the emperor wanted to win over our general?"

A group of people surround this circle, you talk to me.

Only the lieutenant general frowned tightly, unable to figure it out, "You said that your lord sent Lu Qi away, it is one of the four famous pianos, how much are these broken snacks worth? "

"Do you think the general is not planning to raise troops?"

"After all, treasonous things, no matter what, are traitors and traitors. The generals have been loyal for generations, and they probably wouldn't do it unless it was absolutely necessary."

Wu Hao, who was sitting on the side, quietly listened to what they said, and silently had other plans in his heart.

After all, there is only one Chanyu, as long as he gets it in advance, he will be the only winner in this dungeon.

Can't waste any more time at this place.

"Oops," Wu Hao said while covering his stomach, pretending to be in pain, "Everyone, my stomach is uncomfortable, I'm going to the toilet."

"Go! Go! Go."

The leader on duty waved impatiently.

Wu Hao didn't go in the direction of the latrine, but slipped out of the barracks, took off his military uniform, and strode outside to avoid the patrolling guards.

As soon as he left, he became a deserter, and he would be beheaded if he was caught.

But as long as he gets out of this ghostly place, he will have more room for development.

I just don't know where the vase player is.

He had already inquired in the past few days, and there was no such person in the barracks, which meant that their ID cards were different.

But this is not important, Wu Hao is confident that he can win the victory faster than that kind of vase player.

The pace of his feet also quickened.

On the other side, Qian Ling was sitting in the study, facing the hill-like expedited memorial, one head and two big.

Qian Ling pinched the brush and wrote a few words indiscriminately.

If it weren't for the system, he wouldn't even be able to understand what was written on it.

Even Liu Xi came in with a piano, Qian Ling didn't notice, and finished writing one of the memorials with a headache.

Liu Xi said: "Your Majesty, this is General He Lan's return gift."

Usually the little emperor loves silk and bamboo wind music the most, and has collected countless rare musical instruments in the palace, but this time Qian Ling just glanced at them briefly, and then buried himself in the memorial.

"Leave it there, and take away all the approved memorials for me."

"Yes," Liu Xi approached and took away part of the memorial, "Your Majesty, don't be too tired, it's important to take care of the dragon's body."

Qian Ling was busy translating classical Chinese, and ignored him at all.

After Liu Xi walked out of the study, his concerned expression instantly turned cold. He piled the memorial in his hand onto the hand of the little eunuch next to him, and snorted coldly.

The little eunuch said: "Master, what's the matter with you, the emperor lost his temper with you?"

"He's busy with the memorial, so he doesn't have time to talk to me."

"Then Master, you—"

"Idiot." Liu Xi waved his sleeves, knocked the little eunuch with the memorial to the ground, and looked in the direction of the study with vicious eyes, "The little emperor has He Lanjun's support, we will have a lot of trouble if we want to move him gone."

The little eunuch covered half of his swollen face, "Master, calm down, now the government and the public are our eyeliners, no matter how hard he tosses, he won't be able to get out of your hand, Master."

Hearing this sentence, Liu Xi's face became a little better, and he said, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Master beat me to cultivate me."

"Well, get up." Liu Xi took out a note from the bottom of his sleeve and handed it to him, "As usual, follow the shopping cart and send it out of the palace, so that no one will see it."

"Yes."

The note was gathered into the palm of the little eunuch's hand, and he limped away.

Liu Xi stood where he was, arranging the hem of his clothes.

Even with He Lanjun's protection, so what, his people are all inside and outside the palace, even if He Lanjun holds a heavy army, there will be a day when he will go to war.

No matter how powerful He Lanjun is, there is no way for him to fly back immediately across thousands of mountains and rivers.

At that time, he will go straight to the capital, and this country will be in his pocket.

Liu Xi sneered and walked out in another direction.

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And the cheap emperor Qianling here was busy writing the memorial, because he had ordered not to be disturbed, so he fell asleep on the table in the middle of the night after writing.

When she was woken up the next day, Qian Ling was still eating roast chicken in her dream.

Liu Xi said: "Your Majesty, the time for the morning court is coming, if you don't sleep for a while, I will order people to cancel today's morning court%3F"

Hearing this, Qian Ling stood up and wiped his face.

If it wasn't for the clothes blocking it, the saliva would probably have been buried in the memorial.

"No need to cancel, wash for me, I'll go right away."

After washing, he sat on the chariot, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again, when he heard the abrupt voice of system 663: [You don't have to be so serious, from the main story line, your throne will be taken away 100%.All this you do is in vain. 】

Qianling yawned.

But if you can sit in this seat for one more day, you can eat an extra day of imperial food, which is great!

System 663: […]

Who would have thought that behind the scenes of an emperor whose temperament changed drastically, he only wanted three meals a day.

It was so moving.

Because of staying up late, Qianling could keep a straight face for the first few minutes after sitting on the dragon chair, but fell asleep in the next few minutes, and listened to the noise and reading of the people below like a book from heaven.

And He Lanjun stood at the forefront of these people.

He only needs to raise his head slightly, and he can see that the emperor of the ninth five is dozing off with his eyes closed, and there are marks on his cheeks that he doesn't know where.

If it wasn't for the bright yellow dragon robe, he would have looked more like a lazy son of a family in a private school.

At this moment, a minister wanted to rush into the Guangming Palace from the outside, but was stopped by the guards in the road. He suddenly knelt down and cried, "Your Majesty, save the people of Liming!"

Qian Ling was awakened by the crying, and couldn't help frowning, "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, it rained heavily in Guanzhong for more than [-] days. The river swelled and mountain torrents broke out, destroying more than [-] households and destroying more than [-] households. Thousands of people died of drowning or starvation."

The minister knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please order relief!"

Qian Ling said: "Let people in."

As soon as the two guards let go, the minister hurriedly ran into the hall, knelt down and saluted, "Your Majesty, I am powerless but there is nothing I can do."

His court clothes were crumpled and stained with mud, obviously after days of traveling.

Qianling frowned.

Only if the superior does not act, can the local courtiers be forced to report to higher levels regardless of the risk of their lives.

"The corpse is a vegetarian meal, so courageous." Qian Ling slapped the table heavily, "If you don't come out to receive the punishment yourself, do you want me to read your names one by one?"

The few courtiers in the hall went limp and knelt down.

"Your Majesty calm down, I really don't know about this matter."

"I'm going to order someone to investigate. If it's true, I will open a storehouse to help the disaster."

"A bunch of rice buckets, what use do I need you for?!"

Qian Ling walked down the stairs and kicked the minister at the front.

Before he could put any effort into his feet, his chubby body rolled several times on its own, and kept yelling 'Your Majesty, spare your life' while rolling.

Qian Ling's feet didn't land, and her figure turned to one side.

At this time, a powerful arm stretched out and held his wrist, and a deep voice sounded close to him, "Be careful, Your Majesty, don't hurt yourself because of a group of idiots."

Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds, turned her head to meet He Lanjun's face, and quickly withdrew her hand like an electric shock.

"Of course I know, who gave you permission to touch me?"

He Lanjun said: "The minister is guilty."

Qian Ling's ear tips covered by her sideburns were slightly hot, "For your unintentional sake, forget it this time, I don't care about you."

"Thank you Lord Ron."

He Lanjun's fingers that fell under his sleeves lightly crushed them.

There is still a trace of warmth on it, soft and smooth, not like ordinary men's skin at all.