Chapter 1280

These barbarians hold machetes. Although they are far away from the king, their war and dance are shown to the king.

A great country, the king of a country, has been provoked by a small barbarian country.

This made the king how to bear it, so his face became more and more ugly.

The ministers around were also very nervous by the repressive atmosphere.

The imperial concubine, who is usually arrogant and domineering, wishes she didn't exist at this time.

The aura of the men around her made her out of breath.

On the other hand, the queen looked at the people of the barbarian country, and her face showed resentment.

She hated the barbarians who provoked her country.

The hatred burst out in his eyes, which made the blessing general sitting under the stage show unbearable and distressed.

The barbarian dance ended in only a quarter of an hour.

Prince tataxinku was proud to see that the faces of the people around him had become ugly.

This shows that they are powerful and frightening.

Until the last war dance was put away, these people stacked one by one, standing in the center of the hall, with machetes in their hands facing the surrounding civil and military officials.

These barbarians simply didn't target machetes at men on Dragon chairs.

Zhong Dequan reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The tension around him ignited as soon as he touched it.

If these barbarians do something beyond and turn their swords in the wrong direction, I'm afraid they will see blood today.

Emperor Jing looked at these barbarians, and a sinister smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

OK! Very good!

The monarch of a great country was provoked by barbarians today.

The king emperor could not turn his face at this time, and even wanted to reward him.

"OK! There's a reward!"

Prince tataxinku heard the speech and immediately stood up, "thank you, your majesty."

The king emperor looked disdainful, but said in a warm voice, "Prince Tata, don't be polite."

Next came the dancers from the church.

They danced beautifully, and the king's face didn't get any better.

If he had known that the barbarians would behave like this, he would have let the men in the army of this dynasty kill the spirit of the barbarians.

"Zhong Dequan!"

"The old slave is..."

Zhong Dequan approached the king emperor. The latter ordered a few words without expression, and the latter left soon.

When the queen heard the king's orders, her face showed some disapproval.

Emperor Jing ordered the people of the teaching workshop to rehearse more aggressive killing moves than the people of the barbarian country in a short time.

It's too difficult. Even men in the church can't be as murderous as men on the battlefield.

If you want to fight back against the barbarian country, you must use iron and blood.

Zhong Dequan didn't know, so he called a group of good Kung Fu people in the Yulin army and walked towards the teaching workshop.

The old man has served Jingdi for many years and knows each other's temperament too well.

……

Jiuji, who was cleaning the back hall of the Qianqing palace, was a little different at this time.

She just wiped the blue and white porcelain in her hand and suddenly had a headache.

The blue and white porcelain in his hand fell to the ground, which was broken and could not be repaired.

Jiuji covered her head and felt a headache unbearable.

The pain on his face is somewhat replaced by others.

Only because of the pain exposed by the beautiful face, there is a bit of vulnerability in the flattery of both eyes.

After the headache, her eyes were dull for a few minutes, as if she lacked a soul.

He raised his feet and walked towards the door.

Behave as if out of control.

"Jiuji! Where are you going?"

When Zhong Dequan walked to the church, he met Jiuji who also walked there.

Jiuji recovered and her eyebrows were broken.

Then the brain flooded with memories.