Douluo: Disaster Poison Body, revenge Qian Renxue at the beginning

Chapter 27 You Wuhun Palace are really good at throwing dirty water! (Happy New Year, first order please!)

[I wish everyone a happy new year, peace and prosperity in the new year]

"That's complete nonsense!"

The sandalwood tabletop was actually split in half by the angry Emperor Xueye.

With his golden and ruddy appearance and vigorous walking posture, he looked like a dying man held hostage by a poison.

He puffed his beard and stared at the pile of letters collected by the guards. Ministers from all walks of life came to see the documents, but there was not a single good word about Xue Qinghe in them!
The criticism was all about the prince's debauchery and indiscriminate killing of innocent people, which implicated the entire Tiandou royal family and was discredited.

Emperor Xue Ye was so angry that his blood pressure was high. He smashed another cup of tea and said angrily to Xue Qinghe in front of him: "These old people really think they are blind!"

"You can't even distinguish such unfashionable things, and you still hand in letters one by one, saying that if you don't step down, they will die to prove their will?"

Emperor Xueye laughed out of anger.

"I would like to see how many lives these bullshit ministers have to show off their ambitions, or are they planning to show off in front of me?"

"Father, calm down." Xue Qinghe calmly collected his words and sat down on the spot.

He glanced outside the palace and saw several ministers whispering on the steps.

Emperor Xue Ye was not willing to sit still. He quickly walked up to Xue Qinghe and said, "Qinghe, this is related to your reputation. When you ascend the throne in the future, it will not have much influence. You must not let it go."

Xue Qinghe had already told him about the battle between the palaces. After all, his son was at the scene.

Wuhun Palace, Wuhun Palace again!
They dared to send four titled Douluo to sneak into the Tiandou Empire's palace today, but what about tomorrow?

Will the entire Wuhun Palace have to be relocated?

He is really becoming more and more unscrupulous!

I really thought that the Tiandou Empire was like the setting sun, a soft persimmon.

After all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The Tiandou Empire may not be able to match the Wuhun Palace in terms of high-end combat power, but it has many years of foundation here.

The power that the entire empire can use is far more than what appears on the surface.

Emperor Xueye also didn't believe that Wuhundian dared to carry out random killings on the opposite side, which was pointed out by thousands of people in the world.

"Compared with these, stabilizing the internal affairs of our Tiandou Empire is the most important thing." Xue Qinghe comforted Emperor Xue Ye, while the maid changed the table to fresh tea and sat down.

Emperor Xue Ye felt better after Xue Qinghe's constant persuasion.

He sat down and looked at the weather-beaten Xue Qinghe in front of him with an expression full of relief.

Nowadays, what Xue Qinghe can do is to act calmly and keep his emotions and anger in check no matter what happens.

Such people are people with great talents, and they are also the masters that the Tiandou Empire needs.

The current Emperor Xue Ye couldn't help but accept his old age. Although Xue Qinghe had removed the toxins from his body, he had become much better with cultivation.

But he was old enough, and after going through so much trouble, he couldn't be allowed to continue to be willful.

Emperor Xue Ye sighed and looked at Xue Qinghe with eyes filled with relief.

Perhaps, only if Xue Qinghe becomes the master of the Tiandou Empire, can the future empire compete with Wuhun Palace on the frontal battlefield, and even be able to...
Fulfill your unfinished dream and unify these two empires, and even the entire continent.

Of course, Emperor Xueye also knew that he couldn't do this kind of thing, so he usually just thought about it.

There was a brief silence between father and son.

Emperor Xue Ye put his chin on his head and considered it, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xue Qinghe, on the other hand, looked at the articles that denounced himself in a leisurely manner.

Suddenly, Emperor Xue Ye spoke out: "Qinghe, I plan to pass on the throne of the current Tiandou Empire to you." "Father?" Wouldn't it be a little too early to pass on the throne of the Tiandou Empire to me?"

Emperor Xue Ye shook his head: "It's not early!"

"Today the Fighting Empire needs a capable ruler, not a mediocre person."

"I have also considered Beng'er, but his behavior is too superficial and does not meet the requirements of the Tiandou Empire."

"He is more suitable to be a younger brother than a monarch."

Even Xue Qinghe could predict that Emperor Xue Ye would not be joking after he even said such words.

Naturally, he did not refuse, but agreed.

However, the real pass is obviously not now.

Xue Qinghe doesn't worry about this kind of thing for the time being.

After all, there is no difference between his power in the Tiandou Empire and that of the new king.

The father and son discussed a lot and watched Xue Qinghe begin to deal with important matters. Emperor Xue Ye then left and returned to the palace to begin his cultivation.

Xue Qinghe was debauched and acted like a man of heaven. Xue Qinghe was cruel and cruel and massacred loyal ministers.
This kind of words can be seen almost every moment in these slogans.

And these things, without exception, come from the people, from the Tiandou Empire, and there are also news from outside the Tiandou Empire.

It can be said that there are various versions of rumors about Xue Qinghe across the entire continent.

Rumors are endless, and some of them are getting more and more outrageous among the people. Now when the royal family goes out on the street, anyone who dares to say that they support Xue Qinghe will have eggs thrown at them in the street.

A bunch of fools.

Xue Qinghe collected these things calmly and threw them on the table.

They say they are fooling the people, but they are just a group of guys guided by public opinion.

The real culprits are those who spread rumors. Obviously, these things are made by one person.

Spirit Hall!
Xue Qinghe was unfamiliar with this move, and it was insidious enough to try to use this kind of public opinion to bring him down, and then watch himself fall from the high platform?

Dream on, Bibi Dong.
Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and looked towards the door.

Footsteps gradually came from the door, and the tall figure got closer and closer.

The dim sunlight shines on the corridor, and the shadow reflected through the hollow relief falls on Qian Renxue's body.

Her face was mostly smiling, and her whole person always exuded a very friendly atmosphere.

A soft voice came from Qian Renxue's throat: "Qinghe, I made you a bowl of soup today, try it."

She carefully placed a bowl of soup carefully cooked in a casserole on the table.

The fat floats leisurely on the soup, gradually intertwining and forming into balls, emitting bursts of heat.

The aroma of oil on it made people couldn't help but move their index fingers, but Xue Qinghe was not in the mood to drink this bowl of so-called soup at the moment.

He just measured his body and watched as Qian Renxue arrived and threw the information on the table away.

"Is this?" Qian Renxue was puzzled.

Xue Qinghe mocked: "You Spirit Hall are really good at throwing dirty water."

(End of this chapter)