Chapter 659: Sitting on the country and beauty (78)

The blood stained the royal rank.
Fu Yue frowned slightly, looked down at the blood stains on the shoes, and a touch of sarcasm evoked at the corners of her lips.
A group of infidels.
Damn it.
...
This farce ended very quickly, and finally ended in the fiasco of Prime Minister An. She was and thrown in the center of the hall like a dead pig, her face like ashes, but there were still a few fluke left in her eyes.
Prime Minister An stared at Fu Yue bitterly, and continued to threaten: "Ji Lan, you can't kill me, I'm Zixuan's mother, if you kill me, he won't forgive you!!"
Fu Yue's eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.
An Zixuan?
Ah.
In fact, she didn't want to be forced by this rebellious courtier.
The noble and majestic empress stood up from the throne, walked down without hurried steps, stepped over the royal steps, and finally stopped in front of Prime Minister An, condescending, looking at her with a mocking look.
Fu Yue raised his foot, stepped on Prime Minister An's hand, and grinds his face unchanged, and the sound of broken bones sounded clearly.
"It seems that Prime Minister An doesn't know why I took you suddenly."
Fu Yue lowered her curly and slender eyelashes, facing Li Fu behind her, and ordered: "Bring me here, An Shijun."
An ominous premonition appeared in the heart of Prime Minister An, who was lying on the ground, but she was definitely thinking too much about comforting herself in her heart.
Everybody knows that Ji Lan is sincere about her family Zixuan...
Ji Lan didn't dare to kill her.
This is the result of the poor news of the Prime Minister.
An Zixuan, wearing a full-length suit, came to the Jinluan Temple, and when he saw the chaos in this place, he was shocked, and his steps violently stopped.
Is his mother really rebelling this time?
Taking a deep breath, An Zixuan walked over with the shelf, and saluted Fu Yue respectfully, "Please refer to your majesty--"
Seeing An Zixuan coming, Prime Minister An's eyes burst out with excitement, "Zixuan, Zixuan, save your mother!"
An Zixuan blinked, and tears quickly appeared in his eyes. He stepped back in disbelief, shook his head and said, "Mother, I didn't expect you to do such a fascinating thing? Forgive Zixuan's helplessness? "
Prime Minister An: "???"
She had a stiff face, she didn't know how to react.
This situation is different from what she imagined.
"Zixuan, what are you talking about? Are you going to watch your mother die?"
Prime Minister An shouted at his son hoarse.
However, An Zixuan knelt down towards Fu Yue, completely ignoring his mother, "Your Majesty, the sincerity of the ministers can be shown, and the servants are the people of your majesty, and death is the ghost of your majesty. Naturally, it is impossible to be with you. An Cheng is in the same way!"
Fu Yue smiled with honor and grace.
She waved her hand towards An Zixuan, motioned him to get up, and then Shi Shiran walked to the front of Prime Minister An, squatted down noblely, and said, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you probably don’t know, if it wasn’t yours. My good son told me all your conspiracies. I really may not be able to discover your wolf ambitions, so how can I take precautions..."
Prime Minister An's eyes are splitting.
She never thought that the plan she had deliberated for so many years would have been defeated by her son.
Blood spurted out.
Anxious.
In the end, Prime Minister An was forced to death.