Mythological Native Species

"However, this is exactly what I want." Feng Linwen had long been determined in his heart, but he had a disdainful expression on his face, as if he was a firm veto. Completely unwilling to do such despicable and inferior things.

Feng Linxun's title of 'Jiujianxian' was not only spread among the Tartars, but also among the people of the Jianghu, and had some reputation.

Not to mention the Tatars, some people with Jianghu experience are not so easy to fool.

Besides, compared to the entire world, a few Jianghu people are just a drop in the bucket.

"If I can fool the emperor, and in the name of the Daqing emperor, promote my name as 'Jiujianxian', this trust value should be able to increase faster... Unfortunately, a puppet emperor who is almost gone, his credibility is only I'm afraid of being poor. If an emperor with normal rights and functions trusts me and helps me with propaganda, wouldn't it be easy for me?" Several thoughts flashed through Feng Linwan's mind quickly.

At this time, Yang Xiaoyun did not give up at all, but continued to try to persuade Feng Linye.

But Feng Linye was just prevarication.

In the end, Yang Xiaoyun was also a little impatient. Although he arranged for Feng Linwen to be settled in the general's mansion, he seemed to be a lot colder and no longer paid attention to it.

In the dead of night, Feng Linwen quietly avoided the person Yang Xiaoyun arranged to monitor him, escaped from the general's mansion, and went to the palace alone.

The so-called palace is actually just a remodeled house of a big family in Yangcheng. Compared with the real palace, this temporary palace in Yangcheng is extremely simple.

Eunuchs and maids, usually dozens of people crowded into a room that is not spacious.

Even the concubines in the harem need to team up with each other and divide their own small areas in one room.

The twelfth emperor of Daqing, the emperor's name is Jiazheng, his surname is Zuo, and his name is Ceting.

When Feng Linwen knew the emperor's real name... he always felt that he was taking advantage of him.

So, of course, it's because he didn't discuss it.

Thinking of this, Feng Lin's conscience that was about to be condemned felt much better.

It's getting dark, housekeeping...Bah! The Jiazheng Emperor did not sleep peacefully.

During the day, several more concubines came to make trouble with him. Those beauties who used to look delicate and sang and danced in the past, but now look at them again... but they only feel bored.

In the dead of night, when he was lonely and speechless, he didn't even have a caring person with a spoon. He really failed to be the emperor.

Hmm... If it is known that as an emperor who is about to perish his country, he is still thinking about such matters at this moment. I am afraid that his reputation as a failed emperor will be even more stone hammer.

Suddenly, Emperor Jiazheng smelled a faint scent of wine.

He is very familiar with this wine fragrance.

In the second year after he ascended the throne, he collected the best grains and brewed the 'Drunken Immortal' with seven master brewers through eighty-four processes. There are only sixteen altars in total. He has bestowed favor on him over the years. The minister had five altars, and he and his concubines in the harem drank eight altars.

Today, only three altars remain.

That is to drink a little, a little less.

"Who is it? Who is so daring to steal my peerless wine?" Emperor Jiazheng walked out of the study and looked up at the place where the fragrance of the wine came from.

I saw a man who was dressed simply but elegantly, with messy hair but with a sense of hierarchy and beauty, his face as cold as frost, and a man of unparalleled demeanor.

"Who are you, how dare you steal my wine!" Emperor Jiazheng yelled loudly.

Of course he was afraid of strangers breaking into the palace.

However, face cannot be lost.

So he pretended to yell loudly, but he wanted to attract the attention of the guards.

It's a pity that the surrounding guards were all concerned that Feng Linxen had tapped the Fengfu acupoint, and they all fell into a drowsiness at this time.

"Jiangshan is almost gone, but you still miss your wine... Jiazheng! Jiazheng! You really are all over your body, and there is nothing like the king of a subjugated country." Feng Linwan put down the wine jar, and his cold eyes followed the moon The color flowed down and fell on the Emperor Jiazheng like frost.

Jiazheng froze all over, he felt something was wrong.

Not to mention the guards, even the dog who came to the nursing home didn't make any noise when he heard such a movement.

"Bastard! I have Yang Xiaoyun, the general of Xuanwu, to protect the country. With him, my country is as stable as Mount Tai!" Although Emperor Jiazheng was not a qualified emperor, this did not mean that he was defective in IQ and was mentally retarded. At this moment, no matter how much he resented Yang Xiaoyun in his heart, he had to use Yang Xiaoyun's name to scare the person with inexplicable origin in front of him.

The person who can control all the guards silently and steal the 'Drunken Immortal Capital' from the secret vault is undoubtedly a top-notch expert in the world.

A fluffy phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. Could it be that even the mere lands and grasses can insult me ​​like this?

At this moment, Emperor Jiazheng felt deeply humiliated.

This humiliation... is much stronger than when he sent several princesses to the Tatars.

With such a mentality, it is probably similar to...'I would rather be with friends than slaves'?

"Haha! Yang Xiaoyun... Jiazheng! Don't you know better than me what kind of person Yang Xiaoyun is? All your ministers in the dynasty have asked you to move the capital to Jiannan immediately. Isn't it afraid that one day Yang Xiaoyun will completely take everything Military power, and then kill you ~www.novelmt.com~ to become independent?" Feng Linwan asked.

This remark is straight to the heart.

Nonsense!

How could Emperor Jiazheng not be afraid?

Almost half of his nightmares were when Yang Xiaoyun suddenly broke into his bedroom, then chopped off his head, used his head to sacrifice to heaven and earth, and started anew.

The other half of the nightmare was that the Tartars invaded the city. After he was captured, he was taken as a prisoner of the Tartars and sent to the barren land.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to say nonsense: "Nonsense! General Yang is so loyal to me, how could he betray me? Who are you to speak these arrogant words here?"

Jiazheng beat a drum in his heart, only wishing that the person in front of him was the 'spy' sent by Yang Xiaoyun to test his attitude.

Hahaha···!

The sarcastic laughter spread from above and fell into the ears of Emperor Jiazheng, which was extremely harsh.

"In the past, there was a fool who destroyed the bell and covered his ears. What you do today is even more foolish than that fool. You stay in Yangcheng, temporarily useful to Yang Xiaoyun, he will support you for three months, and then slaughter, you can't say anything. To have a good coffin and a decent mausoleum can barely be regarded as taking care of the face after death. If you have to leave and escape into the deep mountain, I am afraid that only after leaving this Yangcheng, the corpse will enter the mountain forest. The mouth of a tiger and a wolf has never gotten a whole corpse!" Feng Linwan maliciously threatened the Jiazheng Emperor.

If he wants to pour some of his own thoughts into the mind of the king of the subjugated country, he must first empty the contents of his mind.

The thoughts in my mind are not water. Rather than emptying it, it is better to say that it is a complete denial.

When his six gods had no masters, the thought that Feng Linwen instilled in him became the backbone of his thinking and entered his soul unconsciously.

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