Zhao Yan smiled, smiling proudly, but he didn't know at all. Li Ruyu, who walked out of Kaifeng Palace with Amu, was also laughing, sneering, and whispering to himself, "Your Majesty the Empress also misses the eye."

But it doesn't matter, use Zhao Yan to solve Wang Kun first.

Of course, Li Ruyu didn't believe in Zhao Yan. From beginning to end, he thought Zhao Yan was suspicious.

If he was truly a master of all ages, how could he be so lewd against his nature? If he was truly a master of all ages, the saints on the Bian River should have come out to help, but it was not.

Therefore, Zhao Yan is likely to be lying.

He lied to the empress.

That's why I said the last thing to warn him.

But no matter what, since Her Majesty the Empress arranged this way, she would let him live for a while. After Wang Kun died, she would reveal his hypocritical mask.

Li Ruyu even thought, maybe the empress knows it too?

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...

Lin'an, the woman in the colorful clothes in the Chuigong Hall suddenly frowned and smiled at Liu Yin and said, "Are you guessing that young man going to kill Zhao Yan?"

Liu Yin shook his head, "Didn't Your Majesty ask Qingshan Xiucai and Yan Qing to protect Zhao Yan? Li Ruyu should be able to guess your intention."

The woman in colorful clothes shook her head, "It's hard."

Liu Yin was a little puzzled, "Your Majesty, do you really believe Zhao Yan's words?"

The woman in colorful clothes looked at the brightly lit outside and asked Liu Yin something strange: "The five people in the Spring and Autumn Courtyard, have Xue Shengtang managed well? Are there any mistakes?"

The existence and function of these five people is far beyond that of the Privy Council.

Liu Yin nodded, "Xue Du knows that he still has this ability."

The woman nodded, "Actually, it's not just me, but the five people in the Spring and Autumn Court all suspected that Zhao Yan was telling a lie. Maybe Zhao Yan is really an emperor of the ages, but it shouldn't be the Emperor Wu of Han that he mentioned."

If he is really a son of destiny, as long as he reveals his nature, he should be very fond of giving him the position of crown prince. After all, in the mouth of Yi Ren, the Emperor Wu of Han was the son of destiny.

Liu Yin exclaimed, "Your Majesty, are you still betting with him?"

The woman in Caiyi sneered, "The cleverness is wronged by cleverness. Do he really think I am easy to deceive?"

After all, Zhao Yan is still a chess piece of his own.

But now I am a little worried whether he will die at the hands of Li Ruyu. Although this young man is smart, how could he think that he was deliberately using Zhao Yan to deal with Wang Kun?

Although Zhao Yan's words caused thunder and six out of ten people died in the imperial prison, it does not guarantee that Zhao Yan was really the Emperor Wu of Han who was highly praised by Yi Ren.

After all, the eternal emperor who can make those achievements is enough to be comparable to the Emperor Taizu of the Great Yan, and his spirit is far beyond what Zhao Yan can match.

If Zhao Yan is, that's fine.

But if it weren't for Emperor Wu of Han, then after Wang Kun died, he would have to kill Zhao Yan first without waiting to pacify the Northern Barbarians.

But there was a problem again at that time.

Zhao Changyi must die, and Zhao Yan must die too. So who will the kingdom be handed over to?

For some reason, the figure of the young man appeared in the empress's mind for no reason, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Give it to him?

He sighed secretly, hoping that Li Ruyu could guess his intention and not kill Zhao Yan at this time. After all, if he wanted to get rid of Wang Kun without making any big moves, he would have to be the fake emperor Zhao Yan.

But no matter whether he can get rid of Wang Kun or which emperor he is, my great cold world will not be trampled on by anyone!

Because I am the co-lord of the world!

As an emperor, I have seen more than one of you, Zhao Yan.

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Outside the forbidden area of ​​death in the Western Regions, somewhere in the eastern land above the world, a young royal family was writing on his desk, but he sneezed and said depressedly, "Who kept talking about me at night?"

The young man is filled with imperial spirit.

Writing, writing the pen to write:

Wherever the bright moon shines, it is all my Han territory.

The young man put down his pen, sighed and said depressedly: Changing the country's name is a big deal.
Chapter completed!