Chapter 178: God is coming

Chapter 178 God is coming
"He is the youngest son of the Southern Xinjiang, and the youngest son of the Southern Xinjiang Prince. The soldiers who have been guarded by the borders of southern Xinjiang know him!" Yuan Fangfei said softly.
Murong Xue nodded in understanding, such a noble identity, indeed qualified to be a Southern Xinjiang messenger!
"I also heard that this person's temperament is eccentric, the weather is uncertain, and the murder is not blinking..." Yuan Fangfei's mysterious secret lowered the voice, and the bottom of the sputum flashed a little taboo.
Murong Xue smiled, and the sky around him was full of darkness. At first glance, he knew that he was born in the darkness. Fierceness and brutality are their nature. How could the temper be good?
The emperor on the golden chair looked down at the sky, cold and cold: "I don't know why the sky came to the blue flame, what is it?"
"It is the life of my emperor, come to give gifts to the emperor." Cangwu mouth evokes a beautiful arc, mysterious, weird!
"Gifts?" The emperor's eyes are deep: At the end of last year, Nanjiang and Qingyan opened a battle, and the loss of southern Xinjiang ended in a heavy loss. The emperor of southern Xinjiang hated him, and the gift of him was definitely not a good thing...
Looking up at the sky, I saw him take out a scroll and quickly rip it off. A picture scrolled in front of everyone. The white paper was painted with a five-clawed golden dragon. The golden dragon was shining, the dragon was long, and the claws were sharp. The domineering side is very powerful.
However, Jinlong only painted the front part of the body, and the latter part of the body was blank. It was like something suddenly coming out, and the other half of the body of Jinlong was lost without a trace...
The dragon represents the emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. The sky has given a broken dragon as a gift to the emperor. It is simply cursing the emperor's disability and dying early...
At the end of the Dushan book, the flash of light flashed, and the filming began: "Cang, you dare to disrespect the emperor, it is a great courage!"
He is the first person to reprimand the sky, the emperor will certainly remember him, and when things are over, he will definitely reward him for his work...
The angry reprimands sneaked into the eardrum, hitting the heart, and the sky was disapproving. He gave him a casual look, and he said: "Where the sky is disrespectful to the Green Emperor, please let me know."
"You paint a half dragon on the painting, isn't it disrespectful to the emperor?" Du Shangshu pointed at the dragon on the scroll and screamed.
"This is obviously a mighty five-pronged golden dragon. Congratulations on the health of the Qinghuang dragon. What is the half-dragon..." Cangwu looked up and down Du Shangshu, and the bottom was full of contempt: "However, it can't be wrong." Blame you, after all, when you are old, it will inevitably lead to old eyes..."
"If people are old, there will be no more things to do in the court. They should be returned to their hometowns. The official position will be given to young and talented people. You are still arrogant and occupying the official position.

"You..." Dushan Shu pointed at the sky, and couldn't speak without words. It was a sky, and it was really a sharp tooth. He was obviously a party to the truth. Not only did he fail to teach the lessons, but he also ridiculed him. It’s so awful!
He was the first to reprimand the sky, and he did his best. The Emperor and the civil and military officials noticed him. Unfortunately, he was a loser and brought shame and ridicule to Qingyan. The emperor must be very disappointed with him...
The sky screamed that the whole dragon was painted. If he reprimanded the sky with a half dragon, the sky would definitely be more contemptuous to him. Then, what reason would he use to reprimand the sky, export evil for himself, and let the emperor treat him? Take a look at it...
Su Nanxiang stood next to the high platform and looked at the picture. The beautiful squats: the picture is made of paper, and there is no hidden machine on it. The painting is half a dragon.
The sky insists that it is a whole dragon. As long as she can complete the Golden Dragon, this painting will be perfect immediately, not only to fight against the sky, but also to maintain the dignity of the blue flame and let the emperor show his smile.
Just, looking at the color and texture of the painting, the painting has been painted for a long time, even if she paints well, the ink is lighter, and the painted half body is also different from the dragon's front body color. It will destroy the beauty of the whole painting and make the painting very ugly. At that time, it was not a performance, but a ugly...
The arrogant eyes of the sky swept through a famous writer, generals, ladies, daughters, sons, and proudly said: "Which thinks this painting is an unlucky painting of half a dragon, welcome to come and testify!"
Looking at his provocative eyes, the emperor flashed a glimmer of darkness and disappeared in an instant...
Sunan Xiang’s eyes turned sharply, his eyes were anxious, his head was tangled, and he couldn’t think of a solution.
Ouyang Shaohao lightly carries a glass of wine, and the slow-sounding light goods are light, and the look is faint, as if the sky has fallen and nothing has anything to do with him...
Ministers of civil and military glanced at each other, shaking their heads and sighing, and the frowning brows showed that they did not come up with a solution...
The arrogant eyes swept over the silent people in the square, and the eyebrows were all scornful: "You don't say anything, it means that there is nothing wrong with this painting, then give it to the emperor as a gift, then." Haha..."
The sky smirked and laughed. Yu Guang saw a young girl slowly coming over and gently painted a picture on the scroll with a wolf pen. Yang said: "Thank you for the paintings of the sky, so majestic, metaphorical. Xiangrui's picture, the emperor naturally likes..."
The sky smirked and looked down. I saw a very simple mountain under the golden dragon. Looking from afar, it was like a golden dragon flying in the mountains and clouds, and half of the body was covered by the mountains...
"Long Teng Jiuyi, Yuyi really auspicious, wonderful!" Xie Zhenxiang's glanced eyes swept over Murong Xue, and fell to the sky, and the bottom of the scene appeared undisguised taunt: "Thank you for the paintings of the Cangwu son!"
"Yeah, thank you to the Cangzi son, thank the South Emperor, far away from the distance, still thinking about our emperor..."

Although it’s just a small picture, it’s light and affectionate...

"The South Emperor has a heart, and the Cangwu Gongzi also has a heart. Our emperor will be as good as the South Emperor and the Cangwu Gongzi, Long Teng Jiu..."
The arguments of civil and military officials with a strong sarcasm, stunned unrelentingly, the horrible and horrible look of the sky, sharp eyes slammed up, looking coldly at Murong Xue: "Who are you?"
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Murong Xue glanced at him, not salty and not light: "Green Flames!"
"I am asking your name!" Cang Li screamed, and the blushing eyes smacked in the darkness: the world, dare to destroy his painting, she is still the first, he will never let her go.
(End of this chapter)