He glanced at everyone present indifferently and said: "You all go down."
"Why are you making trouble again!" When Yu Beiming saw him coming in, his tone was no longer so cold, but a little annoying.
No one present will leave without Yu Beiming's order, and no one dares to leave.
General Yanli on the side had a cold face. He could not see any expression clearly under the mask, but everyone understood that as long as the prince gave an order, he would obey it unconditionally.
There are thousands of generals under him, and there are not a few guards, all of whom are excellent in martial arts and are absolutely loyal to him!
With his iron-blooded troops here, Yu Beiming doesn't have to fear anything at all, plus the weak Liumen
"I'm sending you a message, do you want it? If not, I have to leave." Liu Fufeng looked at him a little bit, and then turned around and left.
Yu Beiming was a little angry and glared at him. He glanced at the person kneeling on him coldly and said coldly: "Young Master Fufeng begged for mercy today, but next time it won't be so good! Get out!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I resign!"
"Yan Li!" Yu Beiming stopped him.
"Prince" Yan Li, who was about to leave, heard that he was listening to him, so he turned back and listened to his orders.
"Go to the secret room." Yu Beiming glanced at him, and his tone was not so cold. Yan Li has followed him on the battlefield for many years. He is his right-hand man, and can also be said to be his life and death comrade-in-arms.
But Yan Li has never regarded himself as the prince's best friend, and has always had a superior-subordinate relationship.
"Yes" Yan Li took the order without saying much, turned around and walked out.
"Tell me, what news do you have?" Yu Beiming turned to look at Liu Fufeng and sat down again.
Liu Fufeng, the same as before, now looked bored, walked to a chair and sat down: "I'm thirsty, I want a cup of tea." He meant it very clearly, and he said it as long as he was comfortable with the service.
"The news you call had better be good news, otherwise..." Yu Beiming coldly glared at him, then turned away: "Come here, serve tea!"
Soon, two cups of tea were served. The two maids were cautious and walked out quickly.
There are no maids in Zhaoyang Palace now, they are all waiting at the door
Weak Liu Fufeng proudly picked up the tea, sipped it slowly, and kept saying that the tea was good.
Yu Beiming's face was extremely green. He suppressed his anger and turned to look at him: "You..."
Weak Liu Fufeng cut him off at the right time and said leisurely: "Your princess Mo Qinghuan...what, do you want to beat someone up?" He looked at Yu Beiming with a fake expression of fear.
"Weak Liu Fufeng! If you want to be beaten, please do so!" Yu Bei Ming Leng glared at him and said something to him lightly.
"I went to see the princess. She doesn't seem to be doing well in the palace." Liu Fufeng secretly looked at his expression carefully, trying to see how he would react.
When Yu Beiming heard his words, his heart moved slightly, but he said coldly: "That was all her choice, what does it have to do with me!"
"She..." Liu Fufeng wanted to say something, but was interrupted coldly by Yu Beiming.
"No need to say anymore, if she insists on doing this, she must suffer the consequences!" After Yu Beiming said this, he stood up and strode outside with a cold face. When he reached the door, he said again: "Meeting!"
In fact, what Liu Fufeng wanted to tell him just now was that Mo Xiaohuan was going to move out of the palace. Now it depends on Yu Beixian's intention.
Weak Liu Fufeng glanced at Yu Beiming's leaving figure, then stood up and followed him.