The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 249 He is scary

King Xuan lifted up Xue Qingyin's clothes.

He asked: "Is the Mon food delicious?"

Xue Qingyin: "No...it's not very tasty."

King Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Xue Qingyin said hurriedly: "What I eat is not Mon food, it's Yizhou food."

King Xuan: "Well... did the Mon king specially order it to be prepared for you?"

These words...

To answer or not to answer?

Xue Qingyin thought for a while and then struck preemptively: "Are you jealous?"

King Xuan: "..."

It would be extremely difficult for a cold and taciturn person like him to admit such a problem to himself.

Xue Qingyin even started to give him advice: "If you are jealous, then catch the King of the Meng clan and beat him up someday..."

King Xuan: "..."

He grabbed Xue Qingyin and pressed it on his leg.

Xue Qingyin looked pitiful: "What are you doing? Do you want to beat me first?"

King Xuan: "...Yeah."

Xue Qingyin:?

You actually said "huh"?

Xue Qingyin leaned forward and was about to climb off King Xuan's lap, but King Xuan grabbed her back.

His voice sounded in her ears, as if he was sighing helplessly, and he said, "Well, I'm jealous."

Xue Qingyin turned her head in surprise and sniffed his neck: "Ah... is it sour?"

The veins on King Xuan's neck jumped.

He pushed her down on the bed again.

Xue Qingyin was stunned, she was really beaten now.

But what the Luo Meng clan king had on his body were swords and fists. Things on her body were different.

…

In the meeting hall.

This time Yao Minghui couldn't sit still. He walked straight to the door without saying a word.

The door was shrouded in the blackness of night, and it looked like there was no one outside.

But just as he stepped forward, the sound of a knife being unsheathed suddenly sounded in front of him.

Xuan Jiawei blocked his way.

Yao Minghui's face darkened: "I am a prisoner of this rank and can be killed at will. Why should I be so humiliating?"

Xuan Jiawei's voice was cold: "Go back."

He didn't even have the intention to answer for him.

Dou Ruyun touched his nose and thought that in comparison, his treatment was much better.

This must be done early.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yao Minghui suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Even if Yao Minghui betrayed the Liang Dynasty, he had never been so angry. Lin Gu took the lead, and the Meng people always regarded him as an honored guest.

He glanced at Dou Ruyun and knew that this person was hopeless.

Yao Minghui turned to look at Qinggui Army again.

But this group of people, who are all worn out by the world, seem to be able to sit still better than anyone else. They were silent, like sculptures.

Yao Minghui suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and looked at it seriously.

The more I looked at it, the more I started to feel familiar...

"Gu Fuchen, Qiu Xiaoyuan, Ding Xiu,..." Yao Minghui slowly called out the names that should have been sealed in his memory.

His expression slowly changed, and a storm arose in his heart.

Dou Ruyun sighed: "General Yao still remembers their names. I can't remember any of them. I only remember their identities."

Dou Ruyun's words undoubtedly confirmed the origin of this group of people.

Yao Minghui finally discovered the pattern of why they were "trapped" here.

They...all served under Prince Zhang.

"Is this what Emperor Liang De wants? To liquidate you and me?" Yao Minghui sneered, "King Xuan is really a good knife in his hands!"

When the Qinggui Army heard this, they raised their eyelids but did not speak.

They remain calm.

Yao Minghui couldn't hold it anymore and started walking quickly in the hall.

After he turned around like this for three or four times.

He turned back and said in a deep voice: "Who would have thought that the people they have worked so hard to find for so many years would be gathered in this small town today."

"Gu Fuchen, the son of Gu Hao of Shangzhu Kingdom, was a classmate of the current emperor."

"Qiu Xiaoyuan, the nephew of the Queen Mother and the legitimate son of the Qiu family of Youzhou."

"Ding Xiu, his brother married the late emperor's favorite Princess Changning. He is the legitimate son of the Ding family in Longxi. There were nine prime ministers in his family..."

Yao Minghui slowly spit out the identity of each of them from his throat.

"You don't have to end up in this situation like us. You are all sons of aristocratic families, descendants of princes and nobles. If you had stayed in the capital back then, you would have become princes and prime ministers today. We are different... our family wealth is declining, and we are even more... Some brothers have come from the bottom. The emperor will not be lenient in killing us..."

Yao Minghui showed cold hatred as he spoke.

"So you hate the emperor." "But later on, you even start to wonder if you wouldn't have been in such a situation if you had never served under Prince Zhang." A colder voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Yao Minghui was startled and turned around with a sullen face.

Of course he knew...that was King Xuan's voice. He would never forget being caught in a urn by King Xuan!

King Xuan crossed the threshold and slowly entered the hall.

For a moment, everyone looked towards him.

King Xuan took off his cold armor and put on a green robe. His black hair was tied up with only an iron hairpin inserted sideways.

There are no unnecessary pendants all over the body.

With such a light robe and a slow belt, his aura seemed much restrained, leaving only the royal nobility.

Everyone in the Qinggui Army looked at him, dazed for a moment.

But he soon regained his composure.

Dou Ruyun looked at him, and was also stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Why didn't the princess come?"

"She is tired." King Xuan said lightly.

Then he walked to the main seat and sat down.

Yao Minghui looked a little ugly: "King Xuan also knows about Prince Zhang? The emperor is willing to tell you this?"

King Xuan said indifferently: "I have known about Prince Zhang since ten years ago."

Yao Minghui looked at him strangely: "How old were you at that time? The emperor told you this... Did he ask you to search for us secretly?... No, the emperor would never give such a thing to you. He has people he trusts, how could he give it to a kid who is still wet behind the ears?"

King Xuan did not respond to his words, but said slowly: "I was able to kill people at that time. King Wei sat in the palace and was taught by the great Confucian. I led an army of 180,000 and entered Yumen Pass."

Yao Minghui wanted to say, so what?

"That time, because the court was unable to provide food and grass support, the army was temporarily trapped in the Western Regions. I returned with serious injuries, and someone told me that I couldn't die because I had a blood feud on my shoulders." King Xuan paused, his face indifferent, "I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of blood feud was that?"

The Qinggui Army stood up at once.

"That person said that he couldn't tell me. Because no one could find out that I knew about Prince Zhang. I had to wait until I was older." When talking about his own affairs, King Xuan's tone was still emotionless.

He even played with the cups on the table next to him.

"So I didn't care, and just waited until... the Northern Di and the Western Rong were afraid of me. The court worshipped me as a god of war."

Yao Minghui pursed his lips tightly when he heard this.

He...

He...

If it is true as he said that he could be dormant and endured from a young age, then King Xuan's scheming and scheming are so deep... He is terrible.