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Chapter 445 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 31
In the past, as long as he was in the court, the little emperor would always talk to Mo Lan with a smile, and the way he looked at each other differently made many courtiers jealous.

But today, the little emperor changed her previous enthusiasm for Mo Lan. After a morning, she didn't even talk to Mo Lan, she didn't even look at him.

Thinking of what happened yesterday when the little emperor imprisoned all the soldiers, and looking at the unusual atmosphere between the two of them, the ministers couldn't help guessing whether they were really at odds. If that was the case, wouldn't they have a chance?

Who doesn't want to be the emperor's favorite.

Being favored by the emperor means having more rights and benefits.

The courtiers who had just rested and flattered their minds began to come alive again.One of them stood up first, and said with a flattering smile, "Your Majesty, I still have something to report here."

Manro tilted his head and looked at him: "Say."

After getting the answer, the minister smiled even more flatteringly: "As we all know, the outstanding people in the Northern Territory are rich in beauties, and I know that the king loves beauties. I have been negotiating with the Northern Territory these days. Not long ago, the King of the Northern Territory finally let go of his mouth and was willing to share their beauties. The first beauty is presented to His Majesty."

The Northern Territory wants to present beauties?
Manro sat up slightly.

There was indeed such a thing in the memory of the original owner.

The beauty from the Northern Territory was gorgeous, and she was a first-class beauty. In order to welcome her into the palace, Chu Qingchen even threw a big banquet.

But on the day of the banquet, Chu Qingchen left the venue halfway through drinking too much. In order not to lose face, he ordered the original owner to attend the second half of the banquet for him.

That is to say, during the second half of the banquet, the beauty from the Northern Territory suddenly became angry, and when she was close to the original owner, she stabbed with a sword.

The original owner couldn't dodge in time and was seriously injured, and the beauty also died under the knife of the guards in the palace.

Only then did the ministers understand that the king of the Northern Territory did not offer a beauty, but he clearly cultivated such a beautiful woman on purpose to assassinate their majesty.

But Chu Qingchen didn't care about these things, he only knew that the original host was unfavorable and killed the beauty he was thinking of.

Because he was dissatisfied with the original owner, not only did he not get someone to treat the original owner's injuries, but he threw the original owner into the dark and cold cellar to fend for himself.

That time, the original owner had a high fever and lost too much blood, and nearly died.

In the end, he managed to survive, but not long after, he became Chu Qingchen's scapegoat.

"Your Majesty?" the courtier who reported the report saw that Man Luo hadn't responded for a long time, so he couldn't help calling out.

Man Luo came back to his senses, and finally turned his head to glance at Mo Lan.

The latter immediately looked up at her.

Man Luo had already turned her head, and she curled her lips at the courtiers who were courteous and courteous: "Okay, when the beauties from the Northern Territory come, I will definitely entertain them with a big banquet."

Mo Lan was quietly listening to the conversation between the two, and when he heard that Man Luo was about to accept the donated beauty, a surge of anger rose in his chest for no reason.

Even he himself didn't know what he was angry about.

He couldn't help but wanted to stop it, but he could only purse his lips and pinch his fingers even tighter.

Whether it is to prevent or persuade, he has no position.

An early court was uneventful for other officials.

It was very difficult for Mo Lan, as the time passed by, the little emperor on the dragon chair didn't say a word to him.

Until the end, Father-in-law shouted to retreat.

The little emperor just looked around for a week, turned around and left without stopping. Mo Lan's heart was even more depressed by that look of not having any nostalgia.

(End of this chapter)