The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

When Yun Zheng walked out of the palace gate, the indifference on his face had disappeared, and he put on a gentle mask again, but there was still a murderous look in his eyes.

Stepping steadily into the soft sedan chair of King Yun's Mansion, when the sedan chair curtain embroidered with gold silk flowers and birds was lowered, his body softened, and he clutched his chest, his face suddenly turned pale, and he took out a porcelain vase from his arms silently , poured out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it, then leaned against the car wall, closed his eyes and meditated.

The confrontation with the emperor just now, between talking and laughing, can be described as swords, swords, murderous secrets, exhausting effort, more tiring than fighting with people for three days and three nights.

Between the monarch and his ministers, they tried each other, threatened, warned each other, step by step, and in the end Su Mingchang narrowly won because of his ignorance.

But in fact, he didn't please him, he was seriously injured, even if he helped with poison, it was just a tie.

Su Ming's reputation as the number one master in his childhood is by no means in vain. At this moment, the blood in his chest is still surging.

But even so, if he had to do it all over again, he would still choose this way.

Because, Emperor Dongming's greatest pleasure is to destroy the people and things he cares about.

If he hadn't shown a strong deterrent force and great determination to protect Lin Qingran, the emperor would never have allowed Lin Qingran to see the sun of tomorrow—even if Lin Qingran was Xu Changqing's sweetheart.

He would ruthlessly execute Lin Qingran to death, and then ask him tenderly and lovingly, is a girl who is not breathing more likable than when she was alive?

This is the consistent style of Emperor Dongming, destroying the people and things he cares about little by little, leaving him in loneliness forever.

Dongming's emperor hated him, wished he could be skinned and cramped, wished to crush him to ashes.

All of this is because he is the son of that man, the son of blood!

The emperor felt helpless about that man, so he vented all his hatred on his son.

The sound of Jin Yi's footsteps resounded outside the sedan chair, neither heavy nor slow, every step was very steady, listening to his ears, people's heart followed his steps, and gradually calmed down.

"Golden Wing." Yun Zheng called in a low voice, "How's the situation in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"My lord, this is the first time that I admire a woman's wisdom." Jin Yi's voice was just like his own, neither rush nor slow, but just as peaceful.

"Oh?" Yun Zheng's handsome eyebrows were raised, showing some interest, he raised the curtain and looked at his guard: "What did she do?" It's not an easy thing to say.

Jin Yi didn't say a word, just took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yun Zheng: "My lord, this is the betrothal gift that the princess asked for from Mr. Xu!"

"Ha ha……"

Yun Zheng seldom laughs like this, but when he saw clearly what was written on the rice paper, he finally couldn't help laughing.

——He knew that his Xiaoran was always different!

Even the counterattack is so stunning and brilliant, which is admirable.

If Lin Qingran was in front of him at this moment, he would definitely not be able to control himself from hugging her passionately and kissing her, and then he would ask her why she had such clever and weird ideas in her little mind.

Laughing so hard, and coughing again and again, made him hold back his laughter, but there was still a clear smile in Mingyan's eyes full of worldly youth.

"Golden Wing!" Yun Zheng said flatly, "No matter what method you use, before sunset today, deal with all the spies lurking in the prime minister's residence."

"Yes!" Without hesitation, without asking why.