Chapter 279: The Little Prince's Most Hated Thing!
"Your Majesty, don't shout!"
Murong Wushuang walked into the hall with a cold face, raised her face slightly, looked at Murong Wuyan, who had already begun to tremble on the dragon throne, and walked forward step by step
"Brother Third, I'm back to notify you that I won this time!"
Murong Wuyan understood in his heart that what she said was not just the battle of the Dongguan Fortress.
After a glance at Zhou Yu who was huddling in the corner, Murong Wuyan only regretted that his intestines were blue.
Why did he listen to Zhou Yu's advice? Isn't it great to be his emperor obediently
It's a pity that everything is too late now
Holding the back of the dragon chair with both hands, Murong stood up with weak words
"Brother Eighth brother, listen to me, I am actually the emperor..."
"I know, the emperor has his own difficulties. Is it so simple to be the emperor?"
Murong Wushuang directly intercepted his words, and walked up the steps and stopped in front of him.
"I once said that I would help my third brother secure the throne, but you want to get rid of me. I am really disappointed!"
Speaking of this, Murong Wushuang's eyes were already filled with coldness
"My third brother may not know. What I hate the most is that others betray me, do you know?!"
"Eighth brother, I...I will never dare again! All of this is... Zhou Yu's idea. He said that as long as you cut off your food and grass, the battle of Dongguan will undoubtedly lose. At that time, no one can threaten my throne!"
I felt murderous intent from her eyes, and Murong pleaded without any hesitation
In the sleeves of the robe, Murong Wushuang's palm had already been tightened. Now, she just had to pinch this cowardly into pieces immediately.
"Prime Minister Zhou! Where are you running away!"
Under the steps, the contemptuous voice of clear rain in the sky came
Seeing that Murong Wuyan was out of power, Zhou Yu was quietly slipping towards the entrance of the back hall. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Qingyu in the sky.
Zhou Yu knew something was wrong, and his eyes became cold. He suddenly spitted his palm and hit Changqingqingyu as his chest.
When will their Prime Minister Zhou become martial arts?!
A look of astonishment flashed in Changkong Qingyu's eyes. Even though he was astonished, his movements did not stop at all.