When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Interrupted by this episode, the aura that Qian Ling had accumulated with great difficulty also disappeared.

Facing the minister who fell to his knees and begged bitterly.

Qianling frowned and was thinking about how to deal with it, only to hear He Lanjun beside him said lightly, "Your Majesty, the flood situation in front of us is serious, and they are the people who are most familiar with that area, why don't we let them do their crimes and make meritorious deeds, and wait for the flood to pass?" punishment."

"Your Majesty, I will definitely handle this matter properly!"

"I hope His Majesty will show mercy!"

Seeing that things had turned around, those ministers kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Qian Ling flicked his sleeves angrily, "Just do what General He Lan said, if the disaster relief fails, I'll bring your heads to see me! Dismiss the court."

The few ministers were so frightened that they agreed again and again, and rolled out of the Guangming Palace in a shitty manner.

After dismissing the group of people, Qian Ling wanted to go back to sleep and get a good night's sleep, but before she could run away, she was stopped.

"His Majesty."

Standing behind him, He Lanjun said in a low voice, "I wonder if Your Majesty likes the piano you gave me yesterday?"

"Qin?"

Qian Ling thought for a long time before he vaguely remembered that this happened, but he put the things Liu Xi brought in the study at that time, and didn't notice what it was at all.

Seeing his expression, He Lanjun understood, and said again: "A good piano still needs to meet a bosom friend. In the old days, there was Boya's childhood. I wonder if His Majesty can give this humble minister a chance to listen to the peerless fairy sound of Lu Qi? "

Qian Ling frowned slightly.

He was not interested in playing the piano at all, but he couldn't stand He Lanjun's insistence, and coupled with his original identity, there was almost no chance for him to refuse.

Qian Ling said: "Follow me to the study."

He Lanjun followed Qian Ling into the study.

He was not in a hurry to find the qin, but blocked the door, turned to Liu Xi who was at the side, and said, "Your Majesty and I will drink tea and play the qin, no one else is needed."

Liu Xi's face froze, and just as he was about to say something, Qian Ling said lazily: "It's okay, you step back."

The corner of He Lanjun's mouth slightly raised, "Eunuch Liu Xi, please."

Liu Xi walked out of the study with a sullen face, almost gritted his teeth, found the little eunuch who was still on duty, went to a place where there was no one, raised his hand and slapped him hard.

"What did you do with the things I told you before?!"

The little eunuch covered his face, ignoring the more serious wound, and hurriedly grabbed Liu Xi's trouser leg, explaining: "Master, we have already united with other ministers, suppressed the reported memorial, and withheld disaster relief funds. reserve grain,

I, I don't know where this person came from..."

Liu Xi kicked him away fiercely, "This matter has already come under His Majesty's nose, if you are found out, you will have to fall off your head a hundred times!"

When the little eunuch heard this, he begged for mercy in a panic: "Master, you can't ignore me. You ordered me to do these things. I don't want to die."

"Idiot," Liu Xi bent down, grabbed his neck with one hand, tightened his palms tightly, with a vicious expression on his face, "If you want to blame it, blame your own bad life."

An expression of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the little eunuch, and after struggling for a while, he completely stopped moving.

Liu Xi let go, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean.

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"Your Majesty doesn't seem to like the piano I gave you."

He Lanjun stroked the strings of the guqin with his fingers, there was an indescribable contradiction between something too elegant and his natural sense of killing.

His fingers moved slightly, and a melodious voice poured out following his fingers, "I heard that His Majesty likes collecting musical instruments the most. Do you not like this violin, or do you not like this minister?"

Qianling was taken aback.

"Or does His Majesty prefer slanderous ministers who can speak well?"

He Lanjun stopped playing the piano in his hand, raised his head, and looked straight at him.

"Or, is it too naive?"

That too sharp line of sight is very oppressive, and Qian Ling feels that his whole body is dissected by that line of sight, leaving no privacy.

Let him feel very clearly how dangerous the person in front of him is.

Qianling frowned.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm tired today, you go out first."

"Could it be possible that Your Majesty really thought that I wanted to play the qin with you here because I sent Liu Xi away?" He Lanjun put down the qin, and approached the bright yellow desk politely, "Your Majesty, are you being too naive? "

"what do you want to do?"

Qian Ling stood up in a panic, "This is the palace, if you dare to touch me, you don't want to go out today."

He Lanjun smiled, "Do you think I will be afraid?"

Qian Ling shrinks her neck in fear, unable to even speak harsh words, "If you want the throne, I can give it to you, but you can't hurt me."

He Lanjun stretched out his hand to hold Qianling's wrist to avoid being bumped back, "If I really want to do something to you, you don't even have time to speak harshly."

Qian Ling was held by the hand, and her tone became aggrieved, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Did Your Majesty never suspect such a severe flood at all? Why is it that no one in the court made a report, and the county magistrate of a certain place has to come to ask for orders? Is it really as simple as dereliction of duty?"

Qian Ling's round eyes were opened, covered with a layer of water vapor, and his eyes were full of bewilderment, obviously he hadn't recovered from the fright just now.

He Lanjun could only speak softly, and said in a gentle tone that he didn't even think of: "Your Majesty, just because I don't want your throne, doesn't mean no one else wants it."

Only then did Qian Ling's eyelashes tremble, and she slowly turned her head to look at him, a little hesitant, as if thinking about whether his words were credible.

Stared at by such eyes, He Lanjun felt as if his body was set on fire, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He Lanjun sat on the chair almost without thinking, pulled the little emperor who was still at a loss into his arms, and brushed the memorials on the ground.

"Everything you see now is what other people want you to see. It is true where you can't see it. Understand?"

The bright yellow dragon robes and court clothes overlapped, forming a strong visual contrast, and the distance was so close that it surpassed the normal rituals of monarchs and ministers.

Qian Ling, who was completely frightened, couldn't listen to He Lanjun's words at all, and kept pushing and shoving the person in front of him, struggling indiscriminately, "I don't know what you're talking about, you go, I don't want to see you."

He Lanjun warned with a sullen face, "Don't move around."

Qianling became quiet all at once, and she was so obedient at such a time that it made people want to laugh.

He Lanjun said, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

"Because, because I can't beat you," Qian Ling felt even more aggrieved when she thought of her poor system data, "And I even punished you."

He Lanjun smiled, wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and coaxed him in a tone that he found incredible: "Aren't you the emperor? The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die."

"Those are all lies."

"Don't lie, you can order me at any time."

"Then, let me go first."

As expected, He Lanjun let go of his hand obediently.

In the next second, Qianling jumped off his lap and ran out without looking back.

When he thought he could finally open the door, he hit his head against a wall of flesh.

He Lanjun's voice came from above his head.

"Your Majesty, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Liar!" Qian Ling stepped back in embarrassment and annoyance, stepped on the memorial all over the floor, and said angrily, "I want to kill your nine clans, and put you—"

The soles of the feet were caught by the memorial, and the remaining half of the words were stuck, and the whole person's center of gravity was unstable and fell backwards.

"Watch out."

Qian Ling was pulled back, and stood firmly on the spot, opening his eyes to see He Lanjun's handsome face, which is one in a million.

"This is the second time today, Your Majesty, you seem to like wrestling very much?"

Qian Ling's ears were extremely hot, and her whole body was visibly stained with a layer of pink, and she closed her eyes and dared not look at He Lanjun's expression.

The faint aroma on his body became more intense as his body temperature rose.

"What is the taste?"

He Lanjun lowered his body, sniffing the faint fragrance carefully,

Like a piece of freshly steamed pastry, it is soft, glutinous, sweet and delicious.

Unlike real pastries, this aroma didn't make him feel disgusted. Instead, he felt his throat was dry and thirsty for no reason. The sweetness was as precious as rain.

Qian Ling whispered, "Huh?"

"Do you still use spices given by others on your body, similar to the ones used in the temple?"

He Lanjun moved closer to the white jade-like neck, and carefully sniffed from the neck to the back of the ears, as if trying to find the source of the scent, his brows were furrowed even tighter.

"This smell...is it from you?"

Qian Ling nodded slightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was paranoid," He Lanjun let go, "But you can't just take it lightly, or it won't just be spices and disasters that will happen next time."

"Is what you said true?"

Seeing that he was half-believing at this step, He Lanjun said: "You only listen to what I say, and you will never fully believe it. Why don't you go and see for yourself what the world is like in the eyes of the common people."

See for yourself?

Qian Ling was stunned, "But how do I get out, there are still a lot of things here, and I just go out like this?"

He stretched out the dragon robe on Zhan's body, he was afraid that someone would stop him before he walked out of the palace gate.

"I have a way to help you out. As for these memorials," He Lanjun said, "If Your Majesty doesn't mind, I can help."

Of course Qian Ling didn't mind.

It's just that he didn't expect that the help He Lanjun said was really pure help, grinding ink and handing pens, and forcing him to write memorials at the desk!

devil!

In the middle of writing, Qian Ling's fingers were so sore that he flicked the brush, "I won't write anymore, I want to rest, or you can write for me, or you can get out."

"Your Majesty, only the Son of Heaven can read the memorial. I have no right to do it for you." He Lanjun picked up the brush and handed it to him again. "As long as you finish writing, you can leave the palace. There are many interesting things outside the palace. Your Majesty must would like it."

Qian Ling took the pen with tears in her eyes, and said, "Can I give you the throne?"