Chapter 119: Son of Heaven (6)

Wen Yue made such a shocking remark, if outsiders listened to it, even if she was a harem noble concubine, she would not be immune to death.
Imperial power is supreme in this era, and most people blindly obey the emperor sitting in that position.
Wen Yue's thoughts are very rebellious. If he is "loyal", he will inevitably pull his throat and blush to make Wen Yue apologize!
That's why Wen Yue arranged a few strong and credible maids early so that they could block any resistance of Luo Zhifeng in their throats just in time.
She had prepared Luo Zhifeng's plan to resist and hate, and she was surprised when she saw his calm expression and no reaction.
He didn't react at all? Just sitting so obediently?
Luo Zhifeng’s reaction shocked Wen Yue for a moment, but soon she said,
Are you trying to get past the blunder and go out to inform you when you leave me? It’s impossible...Before you report, I Will definitely kill you."
"You know the fate of speaking out, right? Are you that kind of stupid and loyal minister?" Wen Yue's brows and eyes were like knives, and he threw out a naked threat.
The maid behind her received the prompt from Wen Yue's eyes, and immediately stepped forward with a calm face, and she put a sharp blade on Luo Zhifeng's neck. Whether he is struggling or moving a bit, the blade will expand this sense of fragmentation.
Wen Yue is so bold to get Luo Zhifeng onto the thief boat. After hearing such things, he still wants to escape? impossible.
Luo Zhifeng, who was beaten by the blade, didn't even tremble his eyelashes. In the threat of Wen Yue's cold voice, he coughed up blood in his handkerchief, saying not to be soft or loyal to the emperor.
The sick young man said: "I probably know the reason why my mother is irritable."
Wen Yue: "?"
Luo Zhifeng's words caught Wen Yue by surprise, which is the absurdity of seeing the sun coming out from the west. After spending less time, Wen Yue replied: "Then you say, I have to see if what you said will satisfy me."
She had a feeling of aggrieved feeling of being held back by her breathing fire. Luo Zhifeng didn't follow her train of thought at all, breaking Wen Yue's sense of superiority in the past.
Luo Zhifeng said: "Ziwei guided me like this-the empress is not a person in this world, and the emperor is also, or even the dove occupying the magpie's nest. This is the source of the empress' incomprehension, and I am right. ?"
Wen Yue sneered: "Who is not in this world, it is really..."
absurd!
What kind of crape myrtle, really think she is an ancient Yuanguo who can be tricked by others! Wait...Ancient Yuan Guoren? She is not from Yuanguo?
The scolding that Wen Yue blurted out in her mind once smashed the barrier that closed her memory.
There are countless strange images circulating frantically in front of her eyes, strange objects, toys parasitic in her body... accessories and dressings that do not conform to Yuan Guo's decoration.
Wen Yue was on the verge of breaking through memory, Luo Zhifeng's words directly defeated this process, causing her memory to gush out in an overwhelming manner.
There were countless buzzing hums in her ears, with a flattering feminine smile: "Minion... I will kneel down for you." A man with a variety of flavors whispered: "My Majesty.", there is a machine. The voice rang in his ears: "Host, your male pet has been made into a live puppet, don't worry about their lifespan, they can accompany you for life!"
Wen Yue heard his hearty laughter and saw the erosion scene of Jiuchi Roulin that appeared in his memories.
With a bang, Wen Yue smashed and fainted! The maid next to her was frightened and lied to Luo Zhifeng: "What did you do to your mother?!"
"It may be a good thing for your damsels." Luo Zhifeng smiled slightly and replied without rush.
The maid's heart was flustered, but she also remembered that Wen Yue said that she must never reveal anything. She helped Wen Yue back to the bed and found an excuse to put Luo Zhifeng in jail.
If Concubine Wen is really long and short, let Luo Zhifeng be buried at that time.
Luo Zhifeng watched the prison door shut in such a quiet way, and found a clean place to sit on the floor. His eyes made the maid see a chill under the dark light and shadow.
Wen Yue fainted for a few days, and the maid used the makeup techniques learned from her to disguise herself as a noble concubine, and she rarely saw anyone every day.
Fortunately for the maid, Yuan Wang seems to be busy with government affairs recently. It is reported that he is sleepy every day, and he has no energy to come to the concubine of the fortunate harem.
Fortunately, all the close people beside the imperial concubine except her were dull and sluggish, and there was no possibility of leaking secrets. The maid almost thought that these people around her were the dead servants the empress was coming to.
This allowed the incident to be hidden seamlessly.
The maid didn't know, just at the moment Wen Yue fainted and lost consciousness, the eyes of the dull and sluggish servants radiated a unified light.
At the same time, Yang Yuyuan, who was dressed and delicate in appearance, gasped in shock, and an abruptly repeated voice came from his ear.
"Lord."
"Lord..."
"Lord..." Waves of distant voices echoed in Yang Yuwan's ears, like bursts of urging bells. But instead of exclaiming for help, Yang Yuwan, who looked so weak, noticed the feeling of a small mouth being filled.
A gleam of light similar to that seen in the eyes of people around Wen Yue also leaked from her pupils.
After Wen Yue recovers her memory, she will remember that the people around her are the subjects who have become living puppets throughout the country and will follow her forever.
And the method of making a live puppet was that she asked another person to come over. Wen Yue didn't notice the hands and feet that the man made on the live puppet. Instead, it became an opportunity for Yang Yuwan to recover their memories after they were forced to enter the world.
In the harem, there are rare waves.
Similarly, Peng Deyou also found the time to start. These officials love to communicate a lot, and Peng Deyou also doesn't know why they always gather in the same place as if they are formulating, but this does not prevent him from taking this opportunity to lay a big net.
A drunk young scribe fell on the wine table, did not forget to shake the glass, and burped: "Brother Tang... Today's wine tastes really good."
"It feels a little hot, it feels like a cold wind!" a courtier with his shoulders down applauded.
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Similar scenes are happening everywhere, and the host who explores and improves these things has been a reckless master in every small world before, and he is less vigilant.
Yuan Wang was also busy during his busy time. He looked at the memorials piled up in front of him, his expression distorted and not angry: why did he deal with these shit!
He should enjoy it! You should be immersed in the gentle country!
I saw a line of small characters written on the memorial: The barbarians come, and they will rush to the Yuan country soon.
Yuan Wang yawned and saw this line of words, as if being bewitched, he couldn't help but get closer to see more clearly, and as if being possessed by a ghost, he found the most trusted courtier to handle this matter.
Yuan Guo and Liang Guo are now occupying one side of each other, but the barbarian area has not been seized by either side.
The barbarians have an extremely vast area of ​​land and some innate advantages. Although their forces are far less than those of the two countries, they can be regarded as elite players, and they have the best quality horses.
When the Yuan and Liang states are in a stalemate, the movements of the envoys gathered by the barbarians and the country that the barbarians finally surrender and cooperate will be no less than having a golden lion.
The barbarians took the lead to visit the Yuan country, which means that they may be more willing to favor the Yuan country.
How can this not let the black hand behind the scenes pay attention?
At the same time, Yuan Wang, who wanted to fall into the gentle homeland to enjoy himself, became so diligent that he was possessed by a ghost like never before. He wrote one letter after another and sent it to the barbarian messenger. He couldn’t wait to get ahead. Take the lead.