Guardian Chapter 174: Undercurrent surging

The impact of the sesame oil workshop's explosion was far-reaching.

Same as it caused a major earthquake in the officialdom of Kyoto.

Emperor Yongxing was shocked.

During the meeting, he rarely walked from the dragon chair to the hall and caught Dali Siqing with punches and kicks.

Emperor Yongxing was furious, and it was not enough to fight Dali Temple. Like a red-eyed gangster, he would behave violently when he saw people.

Since the founding of the Dashun Dynasty.

The emperor has never been so disregarded of his image that he beat the officials of the third rank and above one by one, and even the elderly Wei Xiang also got a kick.

The yushi who were excited by the smell of chicken blood remained silent, turning a blind eye to the absurd gaffe of Emperor Yongxing.

Emperor Yongxing is so angry, they understand...Where is Kyoto, the culprits are making such a fuss under their noses, if it were me, I would be so angry that I would vomit blood... But the sage became more and more elusive. Just like changing the individual, the joy and anger were overflowing, and he became more and more unscrupulous.

"I am so angry."

Emperor Yongxing, who returned to the bedroom, was particularly puzzled, furious, and smashed what he caught. The bottles and jars in the room were smashed to pieces by him.

The chief **** Li Changrenhou was outside the door, his face expressionless, he bowed slightly, watching his nose and his heart, thinking of nothing in his heart, a dead silence.

His body is rich, and the lack of male hormones leads to more uniform vertical and horizontal development.

This is a mellow, white and fat man. When Emperor Yongxing was still the prince, he followed him and waited on him.

Is one of the few old people in the palace.

Is also an old man who Yongxing Emperor highly valued.

He is like a wooden man, staring at his toes, and he is indifferent to the movement in the palace.

Li Changren stood as a sculpture, and stood as a...living dead.

His eyeballs that move occasionally, with the flow of the ants on the ground, repeatedly back and forth... You can still see that this is still a living person.

Emperor Yongxing’s disposition Li Changren is clear. Even if it has become more and more elusive in recent times, Li Changren still knows this point in time. Don’t do too much, even if you don’t do anything, wait for the sage to come out. With this breath, if you are tired from venting, it will naturally rain and clear up.

But today, how could the voice be so long... Li Changren thought, he closed his heart quickly, and forced himself into the role of a wood figure with no desires and no thoughts.

"Send two clean court ladies in."

Hearing Yongxing Emperor's quiet and slightly low voice, Li Changren understood that the rain had passed and the sky had cleared, and the sage finally vented his ill-tempered breath.

"Here."

Li Changren responded with a sharp voice, and he bowed back, turned and trot all the way.

A clean court lady is a virgin body. Li Changren knows the court lady in the palace clearly, who has eaten the couple with whom, and who has played the mirror kung fu with whom, they all know clearly, these people It's still young when she is outside, but the lady who is considered to be the elder in the palace, as long as she doesn't have an fornication with the handle, Li Changren keeps one eye open.

The sanitary lady who serves the saint must be a little girl who has just entered the palace.

Li Changren pointed to a group of young and yellow girls and said: "Tuier, Huaer, go with the miscellaneous family to serve the emperor."

The court lady named Tweety flushed immediately, and the joy on her face was beyond words.

The palace lady called Huaer's face was suffocated when she heard the words, her eyes were frightened, and her expression was extremely scared.

She was shaking like chaff, she knelt on the ground with a puff, and shook her head in a trembling voice: "I'm not going, I'm not going, Xi'er just went to the bedroom and never came back. I heard, I heard , The emperor has raised beasts, and we are raised by court ladies, I..."

"Palm mouth." Li Changren snorted, before the **** behind him acted, he slapped him...Pinching Hua'er's chin, he slapped her face with a bow from left and right so that she couldn't be seen.

Hua'er has a mouth full of blood, and her teeth are almost lost.

She was bleeding from the corners of her mouth, her bloated eyes were still begging, "Please let me go, father-in-law, I don't want to die..."

"My sage, let you go?" Li Changren sullen his eyes, squeezed the broken flower's chin with a click, and slapped her on the top of the head fiercely.

Hua'er fell to the ground and died completely.

Li Changren took the white silk and wiped the blood stains on his hands, and said slowly: "I don't even think about where the palace is. If the miscellaneous family hears someone chewing their tongues, this is the end."

Hua'er is dead, and Lan'er, Mayfair, Min'er...

There are so many young and beautiful palace ladies.

Li Changren picked Tweet and Fei'er back to the dormitory, facing the bleeding flower lying on the ground, he didn't lift his eyelids.

Only the grandmother of the **** maid cleaned the scene.

Hua'er's death was just another dead body in a dry well, which couldn't cause any disturbance in this huge palace.

The blood on the scene was cleaned up with the effort of a few buckets of water. Wherever there are traces of dead people, it smells of fragrant rouge water.

Occasionally, a passing court lady **** would whisper to himself, "Hey, the closer to the emperor's palace, the location is different, even the air is sweet."

Hua'er's body was disposed of, and was hoisted out of the dry well by someone surreptitiously.

"The corpse responds, the resurrection Dafa." The visitor pointed to Hua'er's corpse and used the method of the coroner of the Resurrection Cliff. Hua'er completely died and lived.

Her skull was shattered and leaked, blood-white brains were sticky, her mouth was half missing, the position of her jaw was empty, where the gums were exposed, **** and stubborn, and her godless eyes turned with spiteful hatred.

"Look at it, it's dirty, don't swallow your brains." The visitor wiped the flowers flowing on his face, rubbed it with his index finger, and sucked in his mouth. He said: "If you don't want to serve the emperor, then go and serve the queen. It's safe to say that there are no cannibals in the queen's palace."

Hehehe...crack...

Hua'er's throat made a low sound of blood bubbles blocking her throat.

She tilted her head and fell into a state of confusing thinking and meditation.

A fool, a madman.

……

In the emperor's palace.

Emperor Yongxing shook the blood-red amber cup.

I was sipping the scarlet liquid that was still warm with a pleasant face.

The black veins in his neck are faint, sometimes turning blue, sometimes turning red, light and dark, and even his face is blue and red for a while.

"The addiction is getting bigger and bigger. This is not a good phenomenon. The side effects of good luck pills are becoming more and more obvious." Emperor Yongxing said to himself, put down the amber cup, and picked up the delicate knife and fork.

A pair of court ladies named Tweety and Mayfair had been here, and like the court ladies named Hua'er, they briefly existed in other people's memories.

It's just that the flowers are lucky, and there are still whole bodies.

As for Tweety and Mayfair.

Only the name is left.

……

A mansion somewhere in Kyoto.

It's not too much to say that a mansion is at all.

There are some in the world, but in mansions.

There are none in the world, and there are also in mansions.

As long as you can imagine and can't imagine, everything is available.

The owner of this mansion is very mysterious.

No one knows its true appearance.

The people going in and out here are not general.

It is not possible to enter with money and power.

The invitation system is implemented.

It is not so much a luxury house, it is more a high-end private club.

The name of this private meeting is Wangxiangtai.

There is a casino in Wangxiangtai, which is more wild than the Changsheng Gambling House.

There is a restaurant in Wangxiang Terrace, which is more refined than Changcui Tower, and its craftsmanship is comparable to that of an imperial palace chef.

There is entertainment in Wangxiangtai, which is more exquisite than Zuixinfang, and the grand occasion is comparable to choosing a concubine.

There are no dragons in the world, there are in Forget-Hometown, where you can eat, drink and have fun.

It's different from the luxury and sound of the outside world.

Somewhere in the private room in Wangxiangtai.

Ordinary layout, ordinary furnishings, ordinary utensils...

Ordinary people here seem to be an ordinary farmer’s inner house.

Even the loom shaking the old man in the corner is worn out.

"What do you mean?" Orange eyes, feather-scale neck lines, Gu Carved King's fine teeth, exposing flame-retardant blood gums.

He stared at the girl who was squatting on a chair peeling apples, and asked again: "Cooperation? That's how cooperation works?"

Fan Xiaoxi made a hush gesture, peeling the peel inch by inch, her gentle movements with a constant rhythm.

She peeled off the peel unhurriedly until the murderous aura that the Gu Eagle King couldn't hide grew stronger and stronger.

"Finally." Fan Xiaoxi clapped her hands and got up from the chair with the peel.

She pulled up the peels in a straight line, and shouted at the woman who was weaving leisurely in front of the loom: "Look, aunt, I broke the length record again."

The person who was called by Fan Xiaoxi as an aunt, turned her head and smiled slightly, "If you pick the Gu Eagle King, I can't help but dismantle the Forgotten Terrace."

Her voice is magnetic, and her laziness turns to a cold tone.

Just listening to this voice, you can imagine a royal sister Fan Lai.

She wore a skirt with long sleeves and dragging the floor.

The back figure sitting on the bench, the round buttocks curve, perfectly presented.

As she turned her head, the ordinary house was instantly bright, seeming to be the turning back of the visitor, dazzling with light and halo.

This is a beautiful and charming young woman with a natural sadness and sadness, but not the kind of pitiful and pitiful I see.

This is a "xx の不死人" young woman in the avi series of an island country that makes people look at it.

The best mature woman.

"For the sake of my aunt's face, I will reluctantly explain it." Fan Xiaoxi volleyed at the apple, dividing it into eight petals.

She inserted the apple petals with a knife, and chewed slowly: "The sesame oil workshop has been exposed, and Dali Temple has brought people around. If I don't deal with it, will you let those monsters fall into the hands of Dali Temple?" /

When he heard the demon's name, Gu Eagle King's eyebrows trembled slightly.

He resisted his anger and said: "With your shadow killing method, it is so difficult to deliver a retreat message? Time is completely too late."

Fan Xiaoxi spread out her hands, and said, "You can go, how about the transfer of light oil? What about the traces of refined light oil? I am not afraid of 10,000, but in case, I will completely clean up all the traces."

She squeezed her fingers and made a bang, and said: "Everything disappeared. Not only did the traces disappear, but also so many people in Dali Temple were buried. We gave away a Shaoqing from Dali Temple and a Shiqiuchen, the soul of Dali Temple. Go to the funeral of your demon, they have earned this wave."

"I think you are avenging your personal revenge. If you hadn't been for the Tanzhou Bureau, you wouldn't be able to get the peaches picked by the Dashun Dynasty."

"Is it because of the man named Chen Feng?"

"Because you want to avenge your own personal revenge, you made such a big move, which caused the martial law in Kyoto, which made us difficult, and we had to shelve the plan for the time being."

"For him, you did not hesitate to expose your identity and disrupt everyone's rhythm. Can you afford the consequences?"

Hearing Chen Feng's name, Fan Xiaoxi subconsciously condensed her eyes.

She stared at the more and more energetic Gu Eagle King, and the apple-cutting dagger in her hand was replaced by a black leaping hidden blade inadvertently.

"Alright." Yue Shaohua had a magnetic voice, unable to hear his emotions, and the small voice made the Gu Condor King shut up instantly.

"How can the plan be perfect, something wrong is inevitable, but fortunately it does not affect the overall situation." After Yue Shaohua calmed the ups and downs of his chest, the emotionally unstable Gu Eagle King, then said Fan Xiaoxi:

"Xiaoxi’s behavior has indeed passed. Since we are cooperating, we must show our sincerity. Everyone is on the same front. Put your careful thoughts away. Fortunately, the result is good. The line of Dali Temple is broken. So that we don’t have to keep talking like a doll, then we will work step by step, and the plan will remain the same."

Yue Shaohua's speaking level demonstrates the calmness of the master of Wangxiangtai.

There are slaps and pulls, negatives and affirmations. The words are not leaking, at least the person who listens will not feel uncomfortable.

Gu Eagle King stared at Fan Xiaoxi and gritted his teeth, speechless for a long time.

Fan Xiaoxi's hidden blade dancing with her fingertips once again turned into an apple-cutting knife.

She ate an apple and played with a knife and flower, and said, "Although Song Zan is unconscious, but not completely dead, do you want me to finish it."

Yue Shaohua weaves the cloth unhurriedly, shook his head and said: "Zeng Shuyou and Chen Feng died in the explosion. Song Zan's existence is dispensable. Da Shunchao's attention is attracted by the explosion. Let's start the cleaning plan. It’s time for Kyoto’s officialdom to be cleaned, and it’s time to put the officials in the wake-up session in a critical position."

Gu Diaowang held his arm, handed Yue Shaohua the list that had been sorted out, and said: "This is an official of Wang An's first line. Don't clean up yourself at that time."

Yue Shaohua didn't even look at the list given by the Gu Condor King, flicking his fingers, a piece of coarse cloth flew out of the loom and fell on Fan Xiaoxi's hand.

The assassination list is woven on the coarse cloth, most of which are officials in important positions in the city defense of Kyoto.

Fan Xiaoxi looked at the name on the coarse cloth, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and smiled: "Such a big movement, the Big Three in Kyoto won't just sit back and watch."

"Fu Motang can't take care of itself, the war in the underworld is getting worse and worse. If Han Lin calls back, I will let Yin Si change his master."

"Demon Slayer Hall is not to be feared, I have my own arrangements, as for the Soul Suppression Division..."

Yue Shaohua paused for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, "It's a pity that Lin Zhonghou is not up to date, but..."

Yue Shaohua hasn't finished speaking yet.

The loom in front of her is automatic without wind.

The shuttle continued to shuttle as if it had been enchanted, weaving a blurry text on the coarse cloth.

The text gradually became clear, and it said: Chen Feng and Zeng Shuyou are not dead, and they secretly arrested He Yingquan, a member of the engineering department, Huang Dabiao, the guardian of the city gate, and Xiong Kun, the steward of An Wang's Mansion.

"Look at it for yourself." Yue Shaohua's face was uncertain, and he passed the information on the fabric to Fan Xiaoxi.

Fan Xiaoxi just looked at the words, and the black meridians on his face instantly spread.

"Chen Feng."

Fan Xiaoxi gritted her teeth, rubbed the coarse cloth in her hands into ashes, and the golden glow of her eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light.

"I will smash you into pieces."

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