Chapter 550

The right prime minister is an old man who is nearly 60 years old. He has a big beard. His hair is white, but he is hale and hearty. His wrinkled eyes are still bright: "please, my father-in-law, I am waiting for your majesty here!"

A touch of worry flashed through his eyes. Seeing the expression of eunuch manager, he didn't know what emperor Qi was doing? It's just... His news is really important. He has to report it to the palace at this time.

Alas... It's really hard for such an emperor to go the way of Daqi!

He was an old minister of the three dynasties. Even if the eunuch was the chief eunuch, he did not dare to offend him: "Mr. Youxiang, please sit down first. Hurry up," he glanced at the little eunuch beside him. "Don't you hurry to serve your tea?"

The little eunuch went away, and the eunuch manager did not dare to stay. He stepped back with a bitter face, looked at the right Prime Minister sitting inside, remembered the sound from the emperor's closed bedroom, stamped his feet hard, thought about it, and waved to a little eunuch.

"Go to King Cheuk's house and invite him to the palace."

Now, only king Cheuk has a way.

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Cheung Wang Fu.

At this time, qiche was also sweating on the beauty's bed. Suddenly, he received the order to enter the palace. His heart was also angry. He was just trying to find a reason to send the eunuch away. The jade pendant on his neck lit up a gorgeous red light again.

A violent electric light flowed through qiche's body. As soon as he was stiff, there was a cold warning sound in his ear. It was like a bucket of ice water pouring down from his head. His desire disappeared instantly. As soon as he turned over, he rolled down from the woman under him. His face was dry and depressed. He pulled on his inner shirt and put it on casually. He said in a very irascible tone: "let him wait for a while, I will be back soon Here we are

"Archer, are you going to the palace so late?" Behind him, the woman turned over from the bed and sat up, with a perfect S-shaped figure, protruding forward and backward. She took up the outer garment and put it on her body to cover her white body. Then she picked up qiche's clothes that had fallen all over the floor and took care of them carefully.

"Xiao Jiao, I'm sorry I can't be with you tonight." With the help of a woman, zitcher dressed himself and watched the beautiful woman bend over to tie his belt. He felt very guilty: "tomorrow, tomorrow I will accompany you all day!"

"It's OK, archer. I'm just worried about you, you know." The woman raised her head and worried: "you are so busy, I'm afraid you are tired."

"Xiaojiao..." Qi Che was moved. He was just about to say something to the beauty's eyes. His voice came from his heart: "my Lord, my father-in-law is waiting in the hall..."

the jade pendant on his neck shines again. Qi Che was so stiff that he had to leave the soft beauty and walk out quickly .

The boy standing at the door interrupted the master's embarrassment, but he couldn't help it. The other party came out of the palace, and it was obviously important for the emperor to summon the master so late, so he had to come.

"It doesn't matter..." forced down the dryness in my heart, qiche's desire was blown by the cold autumn wind outside, and it had been gone for a long time. He walked to the main hall in a hurry and asked, "did the visitor say what it is?"

"It seems to be some urgent military situation. I heard that the right prime minister went to the palace in the evening..."

their voices gradually faded away, and a woman in coarse old lady's clothes came out of the trees beside the courtyard.

She remembered what she had just heard and thought it was very unusual.

Thinking of the man's advice, she restrained her expression and hurried into the main room. Soon she came out with a bucket.

No one pays attention to the behavior of an ordinary servant, especially at night.

She took the bucket to the backyard of the palace and handed it to the old man Wang who poured out the night incense as usual. She whispered a few words by the way.

After a while, a donkey cart full of gongpai drove out of the backyard of the palace, passed through the lane in every corner, and stopped in front of an independent courtyard.

After a while, a black bird flew up from the yard and soon disappeared into the dark night.

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at the same time.

A teahouse in Beijing.

The closed teahouse was dark and silent, but nobody knew it. In a room by the window on the second floor, six people were sitting in front of a round table, looking at the darkness ahead of each other. Four of them were very ugly.

In the darkness of the window in front of them, there was a figure. His whole body was immersed in the shadow of the night, and his whole body exuded a shallow and gentle temperament.

The cloud was blown away by the wind, and his face showed for a moment. People only saw a shallow radian on the man's lips.

"Zheng Yi, what do you mean --"

finally, a man with a national face could not help it. He stood up and pointed to one of the men and asked.

"Shh -"

suddenly, the man sitting in front of the window put up a finger, his lips still smile, his voice is more gentle, as if in a whisper."Be quiet."

His smiling eyes looked at the past, the man's heart inexplicably a cold, dare not say a word, his brain a blank trance sat down.

"What do you mean, Zhang Yong?" At this time, Zheng Yi can't help it. He stares at the man who just stood up. His voice is very low and deep: "how can you talk to the little Lord like this?"

"What little master? I don't know! He's just a little boy. Who knows if he's a fake! " The man was still angry, but he didn't dare to speak out any more. He felt inexplicably that if he didn't listen to him, the man would kill him the next second.

"You! Have you forgotten the general's kindness to us?! If it were not for the general, how could you sit here now? " Looking at the unwilling faces of his former companions, Zheng Yi felt that he couldn't believe it for a while. Fortunately, he said that they would be happy to see the young master that day... How could they do this?

"Brother Yi, it's not that we don't want to, it's just that the general is no longer here after all, and..." he looked at the man sitting in the dark and lowered his voice: "it's not the general's parent-child after all, this...

" what are you saying? Have you forgotten what the first lady did to us? " After stopping saying this, Zheng Yi became even more angry. His voice enlarged unconsciously, but it seemed to think of something. He lowered his voice again: "Qian duo, when miss was alive, she didn't care less about us. Now she is the only one in the world. How can you say such a thing?"

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