There are only seven days left before New Year's Eve.

The Minjiang Dragon King, who was called by Qi Wulie to return home, returned and came to Changsha again.

Of course, Qi Wulie met him.

This time Qiu Chu brought another note. The paper was no different from the last piece of paper, but the weight was incomparable.

The things on it are more than three times more expensive than the last time.

But of course Qi Wulie could not let go.

In Wuding Hall, he handed the paper back to Qiu Chu with a very indifferent expression and said, "You'd better go back!"

He was inspired by Zhao Dongting and now he just wanted to buy more time for those of the MIIS who were investigating the Jian Prince's Mansion.

With Zhao Di's matter first, King Jian Zhao Xu always has to be more negligent than usual.

Qiu Chu's face showed disbelief and said, "Master Qi, this is our prince, we have shown enough sincerity."

Are you not satisfied with such sincerity?”

He pointed to a line below the ten lines listed on the paper, "Just this Qilin sword is already the top 20 magic weapons on the list of magic weapons, and is the top three treasure swords in the world.

Master, dare you ask if you really intend to reconcile with us?"

The clay Buddhas all have tempers, so Qiu Chu had to doubt Qi Wulie's sincerity and said this.

However, Qi Wulie sneered and said contemptuously: "If there is no intention of reconciliation, do you think you can see me with your name as the Dragon King of Minjiang?"

He didn't see any movement, and the paper in Qiu Chu's hand suddenly turned into powder. Qi Wulie said coldly: "I have already said that I am treating the pillow and mattress as my granddaughter.

Only these things are not enough to make up for the grievances she suffered."

Qiu Chu's face changed slightly, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

Then he didn't dare to say anything more, bowed to Qi Wulie, and hurriedly retreated outside.

The moment the paper turned into powder, all his hair couldn't help but stand up.

A threat of death enveloped his whole body, which made him realize that Qi Wulie wanted to take his life as simple as turning this piece of paper into powder.

Qiu Chu walked out of the door as if she had been fished out of the water.

Just as he had just left Wuding Hall, Qi Wulie also came out of Wuding Hall and went to the deep palace to meet Zhao Dongting.

All the girls Le Chan and others were not in the bedroom. Zhao Dongting stayed in the imperial study most of the time during the day, or fished by the lake.

This time, it was in the Imperial Study Room.

After Qi Wulie reported it to him, he was received by Zhao Dongting.

"emperor."

When he walked into the imperial study, Qi Wulie gave Zhao Dongting a tribute. He looked up and was about to talk about Qiu Chu, but he saw that Zhao Dongting's face was gloomy and contained a strong anger.

This made him slightly stunned.

It is rare to see the emperor be so angry, and he hides without sending it out.

"The people from Prince Jian's Mansion are here to see you again?"

Zhao Dongting asked lightly.

"yes."

Qi Wulie replied.

Then he read out all the things written on Qiu Chu's paper.

"They are really rich..." Zhao Dongting narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were light flashes in his eyes.

These lights made Qi Wulie, who was in the pseudo-extreme realm, slightly furrowed in an instant.

This is clearly a murderous intent.

"You go down first!"

Before I could think too much, I heard Zhao Dongting speak again.

"Yes, I'll leave."

Qi Wulie bowed again and then left the house.

He knew that his position in Zhao Dongting was different from Jun Tianfang and others, so he always maintained the respect he felt necessary to Zhao Dongting.

No matter how powerful the Zijing Villa is, even if there are ten more powerful people in the pseudo-extreme realm, they are not considered anything in front of the huge monster of the court.

Since Zhao Dongting broke through to the pseudo-extreme realm, he has admired Zhao Dongting even more and more willing to be the "mini" of the imperial court.

Given Zhao Dongting's age, he is now in the pseudo-extreme realm, and it is a foregone conclusion that he surpassed him in the future.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that he was not qualified to show himself in a false extreme state of self-esteem and pride in front of the emperor.

"Baolu!"

As soon as Qi Wulie left, Zhao Dongting slapped Li Huamu's desk with his right hand.

A deep palm print collapsed into the hard book case.

"exist!"

Zhang Polu hurriedly ran to Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting said quietly: "I remember that King Jian Zhao Xu also holds some position in our royal family's enterprise?"

"yes."

Zhang Polu nodded and said, "King Jian is the chairman of the royal family Jinghubei Construction Group."

For example, concepts such as enterprises, groups, and chairman have all come from Zhao Dongting's implementation of new policies and developing various new economies.

Now it is a very popular noun in the Song Dynasty.

"Construction Group...Disaster Relief Foundation..." Zhao Dongting slowly closed his eyes.

However, Zhang Polu felt that the emperor's mood was fluctuating greatly at this time.

Zhao Dongting's words just now made him realize that he was afraid that King Jian and the presiding prince were not completely clean, and he was even involved in the group and foundation they were in charge.

When he opened his eyes again, the anger in Zhao Dongting's eyes seemed to have faded a lot, but in fact they were all accumulated deep in the depths.
Chapter completed!