"Come, take the moon of Nangong and go to the palace."
Emperor Ming dictated that the general leader of the imperial forest army immediately took people to the prime minister's residence.
However, when Nangong yueluo was carried into Jinluan hall by the imperial guards, there was a big question mark in their hearts?
The imperial guards carry Nangong moon and drop it beside Nangong Wende. Rao shinangong Wende's heart claps when he sees it. Isn't this crazy evil girl fighting with the imperial guards?
Die at the hands of the imperial army?
He lianyue's face is still calm since Nangong yueluo was carried into the hall. He just glances at Nangong yueluo lying on the ground. It seems that it has nothing to do with Fengyue and his affairs. He is calm and can achieve great things.
"Commander Xuan, what's the matter?" The first emperor of Ming asked in a stern voice with a dark face.
Xuanchenyi, the commander of the Imperial Army, replied: "when I return to the emperor, I will go to the prime minister's residence according to the emperor's instructions. Nangong is in a coma on the couch. I'm afraid she is in a coma due to poisoning. I can feel her breath. It's like a wandering breath
"Tut, there are so many people today."
If you don't see him, hear him first!
This voice, let the courtiers in Jinluan hall, can't help but body a shock, isn't this violent King don't go to court? How can you come to Jinluan hall today?
In the early days, there are not many people. When are there many?
The courtiers only dare to complain and hold their breath one by one. They even dare not give up the atmosphere. They are afraid that this killing God will be offended. They will be bloodthirsty and angry and lose their lives in vain.
"Here comes old nine?"
Just now, Emperor Ming's face was covered with dark clouds. For a moment, he had a kind face, a kind eyebrow and a kind eye. He was obviously a kind father. Looking at the entrance of the main hall, he was walking in black and wanted to rush up and hug him.
As he stepped forward, his whole body was full of momentum, like a noble king, who was proud of all things.
The whole body of the king's domineering, still superior to the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
"Come on, give me a soft couch!"
The emperor of Ming, like that, wanted to love Helian jiuxiao in his mouth.
The courtiers are not surprised. However, he lianyue looks calm, as if he had been normal again. He is also like a kind elder brother. He has a little bit of doting on his younger brother.
As soon as the golden gate of the Ming emperor was opened, a palace man lifted a comfortable soft couch and placed it on the golden palace. It seemed so abrupt, but people did not dare to criticize it in vain.
Helian jiuxiao wantonly went to the soft couch, did not do the king and minister's ceremony, nor did he do the father and son's ceremony, nor did he respond to the loving Ming emperor, so he arrogantly lay down and closed his eyes, as if unwilling to speak.
Only five breaths later, the king of violence breathed a sound of deep sleep. In the hearts of all the courtiers, there were horses running wildly, speechless to the extreme.
However, the Ming emperor is full of joy, as if to see the return of a noisy child, tired of askew sleeping in his father's room, he raised his eyes and coldly motioned to the public: "all give me a little lower voice, don't disturb Lao Jiu to sleep."
Damn, emperor, how biased is this heart?
A prince, the crown prince, also had to stand in the court hall, while the bloody tyrannical Lord, lying on the golden Luan hall to sleep? This is too unreasonable.
But no one dares to question the Ming emperor.
The courtiers, one by one, held their breath more intently for fear of touching the dragon's face, and angered the tyrannical king. I had to pray in my heart. God bless them. They must go out of the palace safely today.
Every time the tyrant appeared in front of the crowd, there would be blood splashing on the spot!