1425. Chapter 1425 Breaking into the Palace of Compassion 2
Lu Li stood alone in the field, so dazzling.
At this time, the veteran King Dongyang also woke up from a dream and immediately stood up: "Long live my emperor!" King Dongyang is the oldest and most authoritative in the clan. As soon as he stood up, he expressed the clan's attitude. Others
The prince and his sons are already getting ready to make a move.
Yihun could no longer turn a blind eye. He suddenly realized that he might have been at a disadvantage in this matter. At least, he was at a disadvantage in front of Lu Li. In the previous fight, His Majesty opened his eyes and closed his eyes. What about the future? Now?
Those who stand up are those who show their loyalty to His Majesty! What about those who are disloyal? The emperor can tolerate corruption and corruption, but he will never tolerate disloyal ministers!
——The situation is so delicate, the high priest can’t control it all!
Yihun is a person who knows current affairs.
He always knows how to adapt to the wind. He immediately stood up and then knelt down: "Long live my emperor!"
At this time, everyone woke up from a dream and looked up to see His Majesty's sharp eyes!
Everyone stood up together, everyone stood up - no matter how stubborn they were, they did not dare to kneel anymore! They followed the crowd and knelt down again: "Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
There was silence in the square.
Time suddenly became so long.
Luojia did not ask everyone to stand up, but sat down. The sweat on his palms dried, then became wet, and then dried again. He first glanced at the high priest, and then he spoke calmly: "Everyone, I love you, stand up!"
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"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The square was calm again. Completely calm.
Master Rafa's eyes were full of disappointment, and he glared at Yihun with hatred. This Adou, who couldn't help him, was so frightened by His Majesty!
Luo Jia's expression became even calmer.
There was no expression on the dark and skinny face of the high priest. It was as if he turned a blind eye to all this.
The high priest also looked at His Majesty, still holding the huge strange wine bottle filled with palm tree sap.
When the wind blows, His Majesty's tall crown remains motionless. Sitting there, it is like a solid mountain, firmly suppressing the land beneath its feet.