The bronze lampstand looked like a crane in the clouds. As the door was pushed open, the candlelight began to flicker.
There was a thunderstorm outside. Lu Yu closed the door, and the sound of rain was isolated outside the Qiankun Hall.
In the dim light, a five-clawed golden dragon robe came into view.
Zhao Yuanyan was wearing a dragon robe and his hair was disheveled, sitting gracelessly under the high platform of the dragon chair. The air was filled with the smell of green ant wine. The solemn court palace in the past now seemed like an ordinary wine shop and teahouse, smelling of drunkenness.
Quite pungent.
Lu Yu frowned. He did not expect that Zhao Yuanyan would make such a gesture.
"sit down."
Zhao Yuanyan's voice was quite hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
In front of him, there was a table with a few wine bottles scattered on it, and a pair of clean bowls placed there, which had obviously been prepared for Lu Yu.
"If you are worried about the poison, you don't have to drink it. I can drink it myself." Zhao Yuanyan had a look of madness on his face and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Zhao Yuanyan is like a gambler who has lost everything, engaging in his final madness in this palace that belongs to him.
In less than a year since Zhao Yuanyan ascended the throne, he has already transformed from an orthodox emperor who controlled the world to a loser who lost everything.
The army no longer obeyed him, and even the Dragon Guards in Golden Clothes and the Forbidden Army, which he had been close to recently, left him.
The officials no longer obeyed him and even opened the palace gate to welcome Lu Yu's arrival.
The Nine-Five Lord is just an empty talk. He is sitting in the Qiankun Palace, and his original intention is to control the universe, but his orders can no longer be transmitted even half a step beyond the Qiankun Palace.
Lu Yu knew how Zhao Yuanyan was feeling now.
Everything he once mastered was wiped out in the blink of an eye. No matter how determined a person is, he will feel quite collapsed at this time.
Lu Yu sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp. Suddenly, he felt a warm current that penetrated into his internal organs, which actually made his magic power increase by one point out of thin air. Obviously, this wine was also made with many talents.
Refined from earth treasure.
If such a jug of wine were circulated, it would be treated as a natural treasure and could be sold together with many precious elixirs.
However, Lu Yu has the body of a martial immortal and is immune to all poisons, and he will not worry about Zhao Yuanyan poisoning him.
"The wine is good." Lu Yu said.
Zhao Yuanyan said: "This is the spiritual wine brewed in the imperial dining room. If you like it, I will give you a few more pots."
Looking at Lu Yu, Zhao Yuanyan suddenly sighed: "Actually, there was no grudge between you and me. I wanted to kill Pei Tianguang all those years ago because he was stubborn and violated my interests. In the end, even if you saved him, I would still
I don’t mean to blame you.”
"You are a disciple of Literary Sage, and you have such a high talent. If you are used by me in the future, you will definitely be able to become a prince and prime minister, and achieve unparalleled achievements. It's a pity..."
Zhao Yuanyan suddenly looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes: "Unfortunately, if I had known that such a day would come, I would have got rid of you first regardless of the consequences."
"It's a pity that you didn't. Xu Guizong also wanted to get rid of me, but it's a pity that he didn't use all his strength. These are things in the past. It's a done deal, and it's useless to talk about it anymore." Lu Yu said lightly.
"Yeah, it's useless anymore."
A wry smile appeared on Zhao Yuanyan's face: "I never thought that even Lord Shenwei could die in your hands. You are worthy of being a disciple of Wen Sheng. Now it seems that I am still the loser."