"yes……"

The little eunuch glanced at Liu Jing who had not left, and carefully turned on the memorial, about to recite it, but suddenly his whole body trembled, his face was as clear as earth, and he couldn't read a word.

"Um?!"

Emperor Qianheng frowned and waved his hand, and the memorial had already fallen into his hand.

After glanced over, my body staggered, my eyes were red, and I was completely furious:

"I've been against it, I've been against it, I've been against it!"

...

...

Huh ~

The sun sets westward, and the evening breeze is slightly cool.

After leaving Wanxiang Mountain, the prosperity of the city came to his face. Yang Yu walked slowly in the long street, his heart was full of sorrow or joy, and he was very calm.

He broke with the court twice, but his mood was completely different.

When he fought and killed Nie Wendong, he was angry, nervous and worried, but this time, even if he scolded Qian Heng, there was no turmoil in his heart.

With his martial arts today and the greatness of the world, the imperial court's intimidation was far inferior to that of the past.

So what if Emperor Qianheng takes charge of the world and kills?

The capital of God reaches Longyuan, thousands of mountains and rivers away, but if he wants to leave the pass, he can do it at any time. Even if Wei Zheng first leads his troops, he can advance and retreat as he wants.

The three states of Longyuan, hundreds of millions of people, could not stop him.

Without panic or uneasiness, he even nodded with the Jinyiwei who passed by, and casually went to a restaurant and ordered a large table of good wine and food.

Before the food and food were finished, a familiar figure hurried upstairs. The person came, Qiu Zhanyu.

"you……"

Seeing Yang Yu, the former boss sighed and had nothing to say. He sat down and drank a lot.

After a long time, seeing that Yang Yu was still calm and relaxed, he could no longer help but gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Hiss Yang is really majestic, domineering, determined, and courageous!"

Yang Yu shook his wine glass:

"Brother Qiu is here to bring Yang to justice?"

take?

Take the head!

"If I had this ability, I would have enjoyed my life when I went to God long ago, and I would still suffer in this bitter and cold place?"

Qiu Zhanyu almost choked to death, and after a while, he spoke:

"I really don't know what you have to rely on to commit such a heinous crime..."

"The court is actually a pool of muddy water. Since I have escaped, I will naturally not be deeply trapped in it..."

Yang Yu drank all the wine in his glass.

You must never fight wits and courage with these old foxes within the system.

It took him eight or nine years to understand this truth from Heishan to Deyang, from Qingzhou to Longyuan.

The court is like an abyss. When all the masters enter, they will be flattened and the backbone is bent and they will not be used for their own use. Then they will die.
Chapter completed!