There were sounds of broken objects being smashed in the Yangxin Hall, and the whistling of robes being swung was mixed with the extremely suppressed deep and angry breathing. Apex 23S.
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Mu Chun stood in the main hall with his neck hunched like a quail, without saying a word, and his face facing the ground was ashen as death.
"Damn it, you yellow-mouthed kid, you bullied me too much! How dare you use the Emperor Ji to threaten me, kill me, kill all those storytellers, and those beggars, together with the old, weak, sick and disabled in Prince Wu's Mansion
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Zhao Yukun was as ferocious as a ghost, his eyes full of unwillingness, and he shouted in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, be careful. If the historian knows about it, I will not ask for it..."
Mu Chun was horrified and shouted to stop him.
"Shut up, if you, a useless pig and dog, hadn't done something bad, how could that little kid with a yellow mouth have bullied me?"
Zhao Yukun was shocked and scolded sharply.
"I know that I will never forgive my sin. The top priority is how to quell this matter. If the 'three men become tigers' situation is allowed to spread, the military strategists will take advantage of the situation and launch an attack. The next step is to fear that the demons and barbarians of Beijin will find out and give up the annual tribute."
, instead ask for Princess Di Ji!"
Mu Chuncheng knelt on the ground in fear and kowtowed.
"snort!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yukun's eyes twitched, the words Mu Chun brought flashed through his mind, and he groaned angrily.
Mu Chun didn't dare to get up, and kept kowtowing, banging his head.
"Get up!"
I don't know whether it was because of pity or because he was thinking of something, a complicated look flashed in Zhao Yukun's eyes, and he said expressionlessly.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"
Mu Chun stood up slowly, stood with his hands tied, his head lowered and said nothing.
"Mu Chun, is that boy waiting for my answer outside the palace gate now?"
Zhao Yukun rubbed his eyebrows and sat back down on the throne, looking indescribably tired.
"Back to the emperor, Prince Wu is outside the palace gate. Before he came, he mentioned Deng Wengu. If he doesn't agree to this matter, given his character, I'm afraid..."
Mu Chun said slightly hesitantly.
"Hmph, Dengwen Drum, Dengwen Drum again, if it hadn't been for everyone... Huhu, if it hadn't been for the three kings to speak up for me and give this son a chance to breathe, how could we have been in this situation today? It's hateful!"
Zhao Yukun snorted angrily and patted the handrail.
Mu Chun trembled all over, with a bitter look on his face.
Seriously speaking, if it weren't for his benevolence back then, Wu Ming wouldn't be where he is today.
"However, he used this matter as a threat to let me redeem the Beijin hostage, but he didn't even ask for permission to inherit the throne. What do you think?"
Zhao Yukun changed the subject and asked.
"This... I don't know this! However, with the prince's usual behavior, I'm afraid this matter will not go away easily!"
Mu Chun shook his head with a grimace.
"I don't know this or that, so what use do you have?"
Seeing that he looked beaten down and had no fighting spirit, Zhao Yukun became so angry that he couldn't help but yell angrily.
Mu Chun had no choice but to kowtow again to apologize.
A man who is innately strong can live his whole life as a slave, but to reach this level, not to mention being alone, is rare in the world.
Faced with Zhao Yukun's unreasonable questioning and shirking of responsibilities, Mu Chun, who was deeply servile, could not help but feel dissatisfied.
Especially when I think of the respect and status Wu Fu received from Wu Ming, I can't help but yearn for it!
But there was only a hint of it, and it was suppressed by the servility accumulated over the years, and he huddled humbly on the ground.
"That's it, that's it. The matter has come to this, so what's wrong with me allowing him? Don't think so, there's nothing I can do about him."
There was silence in the hall for a long time, and Zhao Yukun waved his hand tiredly.
"Your Majesty, if you use...the family property, not to mention the ancestors won't agree, I'm afraid even..."
Mu Chun was shocked and said tremblingly.
"Hmph, with such a huge amount of resources, how can we all use the royal treasures? Naturally, we have to work hard from each family and unite as one to welcome back the protons!
You go tell that kid, this is my bottom line. If you dare to cause trouble again, don't blame me for killing all those beggars!
Also, if the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Rites, and Wu Zhongyi participate in his report, I will keep it in mind but not publish it. If he doesn’t have a suitable reason, don’t blame me for being unkind and depriving him of the qualification to inherit the throne!"
Zhao Yukun snorted and waved his hands.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, I will go and deliver the decree right now!"
At this point, Mu Chun had no choice but to obey the order and ran out of the palace after taking pictures.
In fact, there is quite a lot of slander in his heart, and at this point, there is nothing to be said about him, but he just doesn't dare to say it out loud!
"Uncle Huang has watched the play for so long, doesn't it mean he doesn't want to say something?"
After he left, Zhao Yukun's face suddenly darkened and he shouted in the corner.
"Now that the matter has come to this, what do you want me to say?"
The carved dragon on the pillars of the main hall came to life in a flash of light and turned into a fat and muscular figure in the blink of an eye. It was the Golden Scale Demon King!
"If you hadn't secretly connected with the Xuanlei Sect, the Confucian juniors and Wu Zhongyi, how would there have been today's troubles?"
Zhao Yukun said with a worried expression.
"Hmph, you have to think clearly, why do I do so much? It's for my holy way, and it's also for your Zhao family's eternal inheritance!
If it hadn't been for your father's indecisiveness back then, even if he finally agreed to the emperor's plan, he would have missed the opportunity and almost ruined the big thing.
Even so, it gave Mr. Lu a chance, which not only caused me to lock myself away in Longtan for three years, but was also injured by the Holy Sword, making me unable to take action myself."
Jin Lin's eyes flashed with blood, and he accused unceremoniously.
"I don't know what happened back then, and I don't want to know. Now, passing the blame to each other won't solve the problem.
You've seen that kid's methods, even I can't do anything about it, and I'm afraid your back-ups won't be able to stop him."
Zhao Yukun's anger subsided and he said in a deep voice.
"I admit that I have indeed underestimated this guy, but from his methods, I can see some tricks. I'm afraid someone will jump out to deal with him without you or me taking action!"
Golden Scale Yin Test Road.
"Oh, please tell me frankly, uncle, so that I can have some confidence in my heart and avoid being constrained by my actions!"
Zhao Yukun said with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Hey, if I read it correctly, it must have some unclear relationship with the Strategist Family."
Jin Lin sneered.
"Zongheng..."
Zhao Yukun gasped, with a look of shock in his eyes, and his words were a bit awkward.
"Yes, he is exactly what you thought of, a political advisor who is the first of all things!"
The golden scales' eyes are deep, with red-gold light and shadow flashing.
"Yes, now it seems that this boy has repeatedly saved dangers. I thought he was relying on his own strength, but now it seems that this is the way to combine vertical and horizontal forces.
In this case, Confucianism will definitely not tolerate him!"
Zhao Yukun's expression changed continuously, and he finally clapped his hands and said as if he was bearing a heavy burden.
"Looking at the past dynasties of China, there are always shadows of politicians. How majestic and majestic was the medieval Pre-Qin Dynasty when it was the most powerful?
It is a pity that due to the dispute between the Holy Way, the Confucian Patriarch forced away the Taoist Patriarch and suppressed the Zongheng Patriarch. If we had not avoided taboos, how could we still be tit-for-tat today?"
Jin Lin is mysterious and unpredictable.
"It seems that the Confucian gang of juniors took action this time, not necessarily because they fell into trouble at the hands of this kid several times!"
Zhao Yukun regained his former dignity and said coldly.
"So, you and I just need to arrange it secretly and wait and see what happens!"
Golden Scale Road.
"Okay, I will handle this matter as appropriate. Uncle Emperor, just arrange secret matters!"
Zhao Yukun took a deep breath and said.
"Don't worry, I will never break my promise to you!"
Before Jin Lin finished speaking, he turned into a ball of red light and shadow and merged into the carved dragon on the pillar.
"Hmph, you better keep your word, otherwise, I will suppress you with the luck of the Song Dynasty even if I try my best to counterattack you with my dragon energy!"
Zhao Yukun's eyes flashed coldly, and he touched the jade seal beside him with his right hand and said coldly.
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At the same time, not far outside the palace gate.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor has agreed, but raising such a large sum of resources cannot be accomplished overnight. I hope you can stop as soon as possible."
Muchun begged.
"You know, how much I hope Emperor Zhao doesn't agree!"
Wu Ming looked far away and saw the giant drum in front of the square on the right side of the palace gate, slowly lowering its curtain.
"Emperor Zhao?"
Mu Chun was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the carriage was already more than ten meters away. His expression was indescribably complicated, "Hey, it seems that he has completely hated the royal family in his heart!"
It’s no wonder that two generations of father and grandfather were killed. It would be strange if there is still any sense of belonging!
"Your Majesty, please go away slowly. We have something to do at home."
With this thought in mind, he was not slow in his steps and quickly chased after her. The matter was not over yet!
"Oh, what's the matter?"
Wu Ming lifted the car curtain and said calmly.
"Please take a look at it, Your Majesty. Our family has things to do, so I won't accompany you!"
Mu Chun took out a letter and handed it over, without saying much, turned around and left.
"Wait!"
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth was slightly raised, he shook the envelope, and said with deep eyes, "Eunuch Mu is a busy man, and I don't want to talk nonsense. Let's withdraw all the secret spies deployed in the South Outer City. Otherwise, I won't be that kind."
Use more manpower and inform the whole city!"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, everyone has been evacuated since that incident!"
Mu Chun's temples were pounding for a while, almost as if he couldn't hold his breath anymore, he stiffly said and left.
"Haha, thank you!"
Wu Ming nodded noncommittally, put down the car curtain, crumpled the envelope into a ball, and with a mistake of his hands, it turned into crumbs and scattered.
"Young Master, why is this happening?"
Wu Fu didn't know why.
"It's nothing more than the resentful words of the Princess Di Ji. Just don't read it!"
Wu Ming sniffed his fingertips, a wisp of refreshing fragrance passed into his nostrils, and sneered.
"He is also a pitiful man. He has no mercy for the royal family and cannot help himself!"
Wu Fu said with emotion.
Zhao Wanru was accepted as a disciple by Lu Jiuyuan, and she gave the Zhao Song royal family and the Golden Scale Demon Emperor a slap in the face. Unexpectedly, she turned around and took Zhao Yingluo's mind.
What’s even more surprising is that, judging from the situation, the Zhao Song royal family obviously agreed!
It is reasonable to say that a mere princess is either a tool for marriage and becomes a political victim, or she can only be exchanged for a powerful external force like the Golden Scale Demon Emperor!
"This woman..."
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and a silhouette of a beauty as calm as orchid could not help but appear in his mind. They were so overlapping that even his heart was as strong as his, and he couldn't tell whether it was Zhao Wanru or Lan Xinhui!
Although Zhao Yingluo was unparalleled and unparalleled in the world, he was not interested at all. He only remembered the two women, and even Liu Yixue's beautiful figure was compared to them!
"It's time to deal with those stupid people!"
Wu Ming rubbed his brows to get rid of distracting thoughts, and said with a slightly cold look.