I Am Supreme

A series of urging, until the sedan chair is approaching the palace, the old marshal's rushing gasp, finally finally subsided.

"Kid, I finally asked you again. This thing, but is it true?" Qiu Jianhan looked at Yunyang seriously: "Now I haven't entered the palace yet, but I still have room to change. But once I enter the palace, if it is Anything is wrong...you have a little life, but you can’t do it anyway!”

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"Don't mention it..." Qiu Jianhan had a headache.

When something happens, the goods will be shackled on his own head, as if it is the best.

Really enough!

Is that so good?

Do you think the old man can't see that you are pretending?

Slamming a kick on Yun Yang's butt: "Less nonsense! Go with Lao Tzu!"

What is the identity of the old Marshal, he came to face Jun, naturally it is unimpeded all the way.

After the briefing, the two went smoothly to the Imperial Study Room.

Just seeing the bright yellow figure of the emperor, standing in front of the territory of the Yutang Empire, holding a memorial in his hand, his brows are wrinkled and the atmosphere is heavy.

"The old autumn is coming." When the autumn sword came in, the emperor had no shelf as usual. He first sighed and began to complain: "Hedong floods are raging, more than one million people are displaced, old autumn, look Come...the situation..."

When I said that Yun Yang also followed in, I couldn’t help but say, "You are coming."

Yun Yang’s words were shocked and made a very unexpected expression: “This... Jade... Uncle? Hey... Your Majesty... This...”

The old marshal slapped in the back of his head and angered: "Still in the clothes! Let's talk! Tell people!"

The emperor smirked and laughed. He waved his hand and said, "No one is an outsider. Why not say something common, come and give a seat."

Seeing the two people sit down calmly, the emperor kneels down and stands up, frowning: "This time the Hedong Dashui... It’s really sudden, it’s too sudden, it’s impossible to deal with it!”

"The old Longjiang suddenly raged, mostly related to the torrential rains of the previous period; the waters rose and then rose, and finally led to the collapse, the other 36 counties were affected, the natural disaster..." The old marshal also sighed. "However, for the empire, this natural disaster is worse. What do you say in the Imperial Family, can you give the corresponding charter?"

"What kind of charter can there be? It is said that the treasury is empty, and the clever woman is difficult to be without rice!"

The Emperor’s hand slammed his eyebrows and sighed deeply: “Now there are only three million yuan in the national treasury, but these are originally intended to be used to pay the rewards of the soldiers of Dongjiang... and this includes many military sergeants. Even the rewards are far from enough, let alone others."

"The Ministry of Housing has proposed that if it is necessary to quickly calm down the floods and stabilize the people, it is necessary to first move this part of the silver into disaster relief. For the time being, don't worry about the three armed forces... first to help millions of victims; but even so, it is a drop in the bucket, far away. insufficient……"

The old marshal's swords and eyes frowned. I couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, this move is absolutely impossible. The soldiers bleed in front of them, fighting for the country, and dying for a lifetime. If even the basic rewards and pensions are not available, even the military sergeants are not paying enough, is it not cold? The heart? On the battlefield, who is willing to do his best, and who is willing to sell his life! Please also think twice."

His Majesty once again licked his own eyebrows and said: "Oh, I know this festival naturally, but now it’s hard to be a good woman. It’s not the case of the Ministry of Housing. You can only say that..."

Qiu Jianhan’s brows are tighter, and when he looks at the emperor’s knees, his heart feels even worse.

His Majesty the Emperor has always been an iron fist, and he is very popular. In the past, when he encountered such a thing, the solution was decisive and clear, and there was always a means to make the Manchu Dynasty civil and military.

But why is this response so weak?

Even ... the power is not caught, sighs!

"I also know that such a forced enlistment will make the soldiers cold-hearted, but it is urgent to solve the problem of flooding... or, if you want a name, it is not difficult." The emperor kneels with his hand on his eyebrows. It’s more upset: “Just, but I really don’t want to do that... it’s too much trouble...”

The old marshal was talking to His Majesty the Emperor.

Yun Yang came in from the very beginning, and he looked at the royal study room from the bottom of his own.

This royal study, as a place where the emperor’s singer has read and folded, and even convened close to the minister’s deliberation, is very common.

There is almost no decoration.

So when Yun Yang just came in, he only saw two paintings in total.

A painting on the left wall of the emperor's armpit chair, it is a scene of thunder and lightning, and it seems to be a strange atmosphere. The meteorological and heterogeneous brains appear synchronously, like the end of the world.

However, Yun Yang knows that this painting represents nine people. The real metaphor is nothing but the nine worlds, and the gathering of the Tang and Tang Dynasties.

The Emperor’s Majesty even placed the portrait of the nine statues here!

This can not help but let Yun Yang heart suddenly shocked.

As for the other painting, it is behind the seat of the emperor's armpit, but this painting makes the cloud gaze for a long time and is almost unwilling to remove the eyes.

It is obvious that in the royal study room, a young man is long and standing, and with his hands down, he looks up slightly and his eyes stare into the distance.

This person has a bright yellow robes, and there are also several golden dragons embroidered with claws.

The young people in the picture have added a little more honor.

The youth's face is soft and strong, with deep eyes and some contemplative worries. It seems to have seen the suffering of the world, with clear compassion.

Ming yellow gowns, there are still golden dragon claws, this is clearly the Prince color!

The person in the painting is the Prince of the Present! ?

But the person on the portrait is clearly not a prince. The prince himself has seen it. Yun Yang can assert that he has never seen this person!

But I don't know how, obviously I have never seen this person's Yun Yang, but inexplicably feel that this person and himself, accidentally familiar! It seems that there is a kind of intimate feeling that fits into the blood!

Especially the eyes.

It seems to have entered my heart.

Yun Yang looked at it and only felt that his heartbeat was accelerating more and more. In front of him, unconsciously, a few shackles, a feeling of dizziness, rose.

In my mind, a flash of lightning flashed past.

Yun Yang suddenly remembered, on that day, he was seriously injured and dying...

But in a coma, it seems that on a road, I saw a few brothers.

Among them, it is the boss.

He did not wear a mask at the time.

He just looked at himself, full of pity and grief, and the trust of the brothers, and then, kicked on himself, shouting: "Go back! Never come again!"

His face, his charm, his gaze and expression, are exactly the same as the one painted on this painting!

"Boss?..." Yun Yang’s heart tumbling, two words, emerged from the heart.

I only felt an instant heartache, and suddenly my throat was sweet. Wow, a blood spurted out.

The old marshal and the emperor are frowning and talking about things. They suddenly heard a whirring sound from the side, and they looked at it, but it was a blood of Yun Yang, and they burst out.

When they saw each other, they were naturally surprised. When they looked at each other, they saw that Yun Yang’s face was like gold paper, and his body was crumbling.

The old Marshal’s eyes were fast, and he was able to hold it. The Emperor’s Majesty was also taken aback and said, “What happened to this child?”

Qiu Jianhan sighed: "This little guy, I didn't know how to do it some time ago. I practiced it and went into flames. I almost passed away. I have been lying in bed for several days and I am unconscious. This is just a few days after I moved. I think it’s not so good, but it’s also affecting the old disease?!”

His Majesty the Emperor was concerned: "Is it okay?"

"I'm fine." Yun Yang changed his breath, smiled a bit, and resumed his work for a while. He said: "You don't have to worry about your Majesty. It just happened to accidentally ignite the meridian disorder and touched the blood stasis accumulated in the body. Hold back, filthy under the study, and please forgive me."

"Hey, there are injuries in the body, what is sinful." The emperor's armpits did not care to wave their hands: "But your child is also true, such a heavy injury is not good to rest at home, still running around? Wait for me Pass the doctor to give you a careful look, don't drop the root of the disease!"

Yun Yang grinned and smiled: "The temper is just can't sit still, huh, huh..."

The tumultuous blood has already been pressed, and the unsightly face has gradually recovered to the blood; only the bottom of the sea is turbulent, but there is no calm.

That is the portrait of the boss!

That is the portrait of Tu Zun!

But... how can the portrait of Tu Zun be hung here? What's more, how can Big Brother wear the robes of Prince? !

Yun Yang only feels like a cosmic explosion in his mind. He guessed a few points in his heart, but he said that he felt wrong.

Look at the face of the emperor and the similarity of the portrait on the portrait...

There is a torrent of turbulence in Yun Yang’s heart, and it is difficult to calm down.

The old marshal looked strangely at Yun Yang and saw that he was not swearing, and could not help but cough.

Today, I entered the palace. It was because of the intelligence provided by this guy. I was counting on him to speak and break the mystery. As a result, he entered the palace and was dumb at the crucial moment...

Laozi has spent so much energy to take you into the palace. These pants are off, do you let Laozi see this? !

Yun Yang coughed, reluctantly regained his thoughts, and glanced at Qiu Jianhan with his eyes open.

Qiu Jianhan only felt that his stomach had not exploded after he saw it.

I dare not hear this before the bastard! ?

The old man is here for a long time, just a few bites of spit!

If this is not in the royal study room, the old Marshal of the autumn feels that he will definitely hold this kid down directly, squatting his pants and slamming his ass! It’s not broken, but it’s broken and can’t be vented.

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