I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Zhuo paused, he was already rash and impulsive, and just now he was drunk and couldn't control his temper even more. That stupid king had tried every means to get rid of him, but now he gave him an excellent handle.

The entire attic was in a mess, Rong Huai was lying on the soft couch, his expression calm and indifferent, until Rong Fu opened his mouth, he rolled up his sleeves and stood up, softly said: "What did you call Gu?"

Rong Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"It's finally right," Rong Huai walked slowly, and Rong Fu's heart was full of dirty words. He endured the sharp pain in his forehead and said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, the general Yan and his subordinates beat up the ministers. Could it be that Your Majesty is indifferent? !?"

The disciples of the clan also chimed in: "You traitor is so rebellious, why don't you let go of Brother Fu Huang quickly!?"

"Your Majesty, General Yan is so bold that he cannot be spared lightly, he must be punished severely!"

"Actually, I think your proposal just now is very good..." Rong Huai walked to Yan Zhuo's side, a familiar breath lingered over, and Yan Zhuo's muscles tensed up.

"So," Rong Huai looked at Rong Fu with a smile: "If the one fighting the beast is a disciple of my clan, it will show the prestige of my country even more?"

"Brother Huang is so capable, he will definitely be able to take on this great task." He clasped his palm and spoke softly.

Rong Fu's eyes widened for a moment, under the huge astonishment, he couldn't understand what Rong Huai was saying for a while, until Rong Huai waved his hand to let the attendants drag him down, his ears buzzed, and he struggled desperately , "Let go of me, do you know who I am? My grandfather is the Tai Cheng of the dynasty, how dare you—"

"Shut him up." Rong Huai was annoyed by his loud voice.

When the guards came to fetch the man, Yan Zhuo let go of his hand. As soon as Rong Huai said his words, he picked up a pumpkin from the ground and stuffed it into the mouth of Rong Fu who was yelling wildly without wiping it off. Rong Fu was blocked Shut up and dragged on.

After he was dragged away, the room was completely silent, and the clan disciples who had been making noise were like quails in the rain, with their heads buried deeply, their calves trembling with fright, plopping like dumplings, one after another. Kneel on the ground.

Qin Liangqi's whole body was covered with crumbs and wine, especially the scarlet wine stuck to the hem of his white clothes, which looked dazzling and embarrassing, but he didn't dare to move now, Rong Huai could do this to his own brother, He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he couldn't even say a word for a while.

"Get up and watch the show," Rong Huai walked to the railing and looked out, "It is said that the children of the royal family have the blood of real dragons, so it must be interesting to fight tigers, right?"

Deep fear appeared in the eyes of the disciples of the clan. Those ordinary people who were killed in the past were nothing to them. The more miserable and terrifying they were, the happier they laughed, but Rong Fu got along with them day and night and shared the same blood. Brother, they listened to Rong Huai's words and forced themselves to stand up and look out. Without even looking, their legs gave way and they fell to their knees.

There are even timid ones who bury their heads in low sobs.

But even if they were sobbing, no one dared to make a sound, they were all afraid that Rong Huai would not be happy enough, they would notice him, and drag them out to fight with the beast.

"Why don't you look up, isn't it interesting?" Rong Huai's voice was very soft: "Do you want to throw you in alone, and also participate in it at a close distance?"

All the disciples of the clan were scared out of their wits, so with the support of the eunuch, they had to support their limp legs to watch the struggle below.

Rong Fu, who was dressed in bright clothes just now, now looks like a bloody man walking with blood and flesh, his face is completely unrecognizable, and only a few of the clan disciples can see it, most of them rolled their eyes and passed out.

For those who fainted, Rong Huai asked someone to wake him up with ice water and continue watching.

Qin Liangqi looked at Rong Huai's back, and felt that the breath in his lungs was cold.

The system trembled in the background: "The host is too scary. It is said that he was unlucky when he was young and abnormal when he grew up. It really makes sense."

These disciples of the clan who used to be domineering and lawless were so greatly stimulated that all of them were in a trance and confused.

Yan Zhuo casually glanced at the arena, and focused all his attention on Rong Huai. Rong Huai leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. The wind blew his long hair from his temples. The blood vessels were like a thin mist, and he was holding a piece of pure white silk, carelessly wiping the wine that had just been splashed.

The pleading voices around him one after another, as well as the bustling noises next door, seemed to have nothing to do with him at all. He was in the center of everyone's center of gravity, but he was out of the world.

Rong Huai wiped his fingers, noticed Yan Zhuo's gaze, slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Does General Yan think Gu is too cruel?"

Yan Zhuo looked at the scene, Rong Fu had been dragged down in a bloody mess. He had seen countless tragic scenes on the battlefield in the past, so he didn't take it seriously: "I don't think His Majesty is cruel."

Rong Huai put his elbows on the railing, and said with a smile: "They haven't been well restrained and educated, so I teach them instead of their mother and concubine, and I hope that they will be good-hearted."

Yan Zhuo didn't change his face: "Your Majesty did the right thing."

The system complained in a low voice: "Really, I beg you two to join together and destroy it."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." All the disciples of the clan were pale, knelt on the ground trembling, and said in a distressed voice: "My brother is not feeling well, I want to go back to the palace to rest first."

"Don't you guys like to watch these dramas the most?" Rong Huai smiled at them.

"We don't, we don't like..." Thinking of the scene just now, some of them couldn't even speak, and couldn't control themselves and began to retch.

"What a disappointment," Rong Huai sat back on the soft couch again, with his long legs resting casually on the soft cushion: "You usually have the best relationship with Rong Fu, let's see if he is still alive for Gu, if he is alive, you will serve him, Until he recovers from his injury, if he dies, let's discuss his funeral."

"After all, brothers should help each other, right?"

System: "..." You now know that you are a brother, why didn't you realize that Rong Fu is also your brother when you threw him down to feed the tiger just now?

The host is really... so hypocritical.System defamation.

The clan disciples thought of the bloody mess just now, and felt sick to their stomachs, but they didn't dare to refute Rong Huai, for fear of ending up with Rong Fu, so they kowtowed one after another: "Your Majesty is right, what Your Majesty said If so, I will keep it in mind.”

"Go on," Rong Huai said with a smile.

The clan disciples fled outside as if they were being pardoned, as if there were evil spirits coveting them in the room. Passing by Yan Zhuo, they couldn't see the previous high-spirited appearance at all, let alone finding fault. He lowered his head and wanted to bury his head in the ground.

Qin Liangqi's hands and feet felt cold, and he couldn't wait to leave behind the clan disciples.

When I got out of the attic, I didn't realize it until the wind blew. My back was chilly, and I was already drenched in cold sweat on my back.

Treating everyone to nothing, Rong Huai shook his head helplessly and said: "These people just can't understand Gu's painstaking efforts, and they fear Gu as much as they fear firewood, wolves and tigers. It's really boring."

The system cursed in a low voice: "Host, you underestimate yourself too much. Compared with you, wolf and tiger are all cute."

Yan Zhuo realized that he didn't want to see his dejected appearance, Meifeng frowned and suggested: "If your majesty finds it boring, you might as well go back to the palace to rest as soon as possible."

"General Yan, let's go with Gu." Rong Huai turned to laugh again: "The wine here is all spilled, just go alone in the palace and there are still some."

Even though Yan Zhuo was addicted to alcohol, he didn't know that this stupid king wanted to kill him, and he was greedy for a drink or two, but for some reason, he was unwilling to disappoint Rong Huai: "My minister obeys the order."

Rong Huai boarded the soft sedan chair, accompanied by Yan Zhuo on horseback, and the group traveled from the viewing pavilion to the palace.

Over half of the hill, the guard of honor arrived at the majestic and luxurious palace after nearly a stick of incense. Rong Huai only had one standard for food and clothing, which was luxury. Even the bricks and tiles of the palace were gilded jade bricks, and the inside had already been burnt to the ground. Long, the whole palace is ironed and warm, and the Ningshen incense rising from the niche cage can easily soothe people's emotions.

The palace maids knelt in the hall to welcome them, Rong Huai was wearing heavy and heavy heavenly sacrificial clothes, as soon as he entered the hall, he felt the warmth from the earth dragon steaming into his neckline, dispelling the chill and bringing a wave of warmth.

Served by the maidservant, Rong Huai took off her heavenly sacrificial attire, untied her hairpin and golden crown, and her hair fell down her waist like a waterfall.

Yan Zhuo followed closely behind, but now he didn't know where to look, so he could only glance away unnaturally, looking at the dazzling array of shelves.

"What are you looking at Gu?" Rong Huai turned around, and walked over with a thin layer of obscene clothes on his shoulders, with a smile on his face: "You just ask, and Gu will give it to you."

"I'm not interested in these things." Yan Zhuo said in a deep voice.

Rong Huai asked, "Then what are you interested in?"

Rong Huai's face subconsciously appeared in Yan Zhuo's mind: "..." I am really obsessed with ghosts!

At this moment, the palace maid walked into the hall with a medicine bowl and bowed her head, a bitter, fishy and sweet medicinal fragrance spread in the hall, she said softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

The system flicked again: "It's time for Da Lang to drink his medicine."

"I have a way to uninstall your nonsense module," Rong Huai said in his mind, the system quickly retracted his head in fright, and then said to the maid: "Leave it there, drink it later."

The palace maid responded, obediently put the medicine bowl on the table, bowed her head and left, Rong Huai sent out all the palace maids accompanying the palace, and then took the bowl of soup and medicine and poured it on the potted plants.

Yan Zhuo frowned, only for a moment, and said jokingly: "Why doesn't Your Majesty take medicine? Are you still afraid of the pain of medicine?"

"because……"

Just as Rong Huai's words came out of his mouth, his expression suddenly changed. The smell of the medicine actually aroused his drug addiction again, all the strength in his body was taken away in an instant, and he fell straight forward.

The tall figure in front of him stretched out his hand to catch his body without thinking.

Yan Zhuo changed his joking attitude, his expression turned serious, he clasped Rong Huai's waist to help him support his body, and lowered his head to look at Rong Huai's face: "What's going on with Your Majesty's body!?",