Immortal Voices Chapter 372: Execution
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Hua Kun thought for a while, and no longer entangled whether his majesty has a cultivation base, whether his cultivation base is high or low.
If your majesty has no cultivation base, it is absolutely safe in this palace.
If your majesty has a cultivation base, that would be great, at least your majesty has the power to protect himself.
Rong Xian glanced at him, then retracted his gaze.
She didn't notice that Hua Kun was malicious, she was just a little curious.
As for whether her own cultivation level is exposed, it doesn't matter, she didn't intend to hide it for too long at all.
The power of this world is respected. Even if she is noble, the mortal setting still hinders her a lot.
Rong Xian walked into the bedroom, and the four beautiful girls all knelt down to greet him: "See your majesty for slaves and maids."
"Flat body." Rong Xian said.
She looked at the entire bedroom and found that it was extremely simple, except for a cold ice bed exuding a faint chill, surrounded by tables and chairs carved from sword stones exuding sword energy.
Rong Xian touched the sword marks on the table, as if imagining the scene where the sword emperor was enlightening the sword in the room.
Rong Xian has to admire the man who has the endless wealth and supreme power in the world, but he will always be company with loneliness and friend with the sword.
"Your Majesty, do you want to replace the things here with new ones?" The lady of the grand palace asked tentatively, leaning on the bamboo.
Rong Xian refused: "No, you don't need to move the things of Emperor Xian."
After pondering for a moment, Rong Xian pointed to the empty window sill and said: "Put potted flowers there."
"No." The lady of the palace answered hurriedly.
She glanced over the censer held by one of the court ladies and frowned: "Leave the censer and throw out the spices in it."
"Nuo." The grand palace lady wrote down another article, the new emperor doesn't like spices.
After walking around the spacious bedroom, Rong Xian found that he couldn't find anything wrong, and walked towards the study: "Go to the study."
The grand palace lady rearranged the room with her palace lady, and Hua Kun walked towards the study with Rong Xian unhurriedly.
As soon as I walked into the study room, Rong Xian felt that the study room was as cold as the bedroom.
Although the bookcases, tables and chairs inside are made of fine woods, they are luxurious and mysterious everywhere, but the books and bamboo slips in them are all records of kendo.
After flipping through the two books, Rong Xian was silent for a while, and said to Hua Kun, "All these books should be put together, and there are medical books in the empty space."
"Nuo." Hua Kun twitched the corner of his mouth, still earnestly answering.
The first emperor was a sword repairman, so the study room was full of kendo books.
The new emperor is a doctor, so there is nothing wrong with placing medical books.
I always feel that the two emperors are a little unsuccessful.
At this moment, the little eunuch's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Taiwei, Master Yue and Master Tian, please see you."
"Xuan." Rong Xian said lightly.
Outside the door, after hearing your Majesty’s gentle but soft voice, the few people looked at each other, and there was always a feeling that your Majesty could speak very well.
But when the White Master thought of his Majesty's smiling and groaning tribesman and Yi tribe in Feng County, he didn't dare to speculate about the meaning of the new emperor at will.
No matter what they thought, the three of them walked in respectfully, and at a glance they saw the lazy and easygoing man leaning on the bookcase to read.
This posture without the majesty of the monarch made the three of them twitched, and bowed to salute: "Please see your majesty."
"No gift." Rong Xian replied decently.
As soon as the three of them stood up, Rong Xian flipped through a page without looking up, "Where did the imperial army come from?"
After asking this question, the guardian Du Weiyue Tongshan consciously stepped forward and replied: "My Majesty, most of the march came from various families, and a small part came from the poor family. Since the first emperor, Fan Those who are in the Forbidden Army, regardless of their status and age, have to serve in Fuyuguan for three years before being transferred to the palace."
Rong Xian stared at the book intently, as if she was completely immersed in the sword move, completely unaware of what he was talking about.
Yue Tongshan did not have any discomfort, still hung his head deeply, waiting for your majesty's inquiry.
After a long time, when Rong Xian finished reading one page of the book, the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, and her tone was gentle and steady: "How long have you been in charge?"
Yue Tongshan thought for a while, and replied earnestly: "My Majesty, it has been three hundred and fifty years."
Rong Xian looked at Taiwei Bai and asked naturally: "The third son of Taiwei, Zhen Wuhou is visiting Si, Mu Chen and Mu Jing are both at the border."
White Taiwei said with a serious face, "Return to your Majesty, it is true."
Rong Xian closed the book with a ‘pop’, and put it back on the shelf. There was no more words for a while.
This attitude made Master Bai a little puzzled, and they were all worried about the new emperor's plan.
Fortunately, not long after Rong Xian was silent, she bent her eyes and said: "Don't worry, I don't distrust you. You are all the ministers of the armies left by the first emperor. I believe you are like the first emperor."
"Your Majesty treats the ministers in this way, the ministers dare not die." The three responded in unison.
Rong Xian shook his head and laughed, pacing slowly to the window, watching the guards guarding the imperial army outside, and muttered: "This palace is a fierce beast, it symbolizes the highest authority, and it is corroding people's hearts at any time. "
After the death of Emperor Xian, she didn't know how many people could use it and how many people could not use it. People who are inspired by greed are right, and you can't guarantee that Zhongliang, who was once, will change his mind.
She has rushed to the post, and she has never trained her confidant. The ruler is weak and the minister is strong. This is a big taboo.
"Your Majesty..." The lieutenant called with some worry.
Your Majesty's age is too young, even Saburo is fifty years older than His Majesty, which is really unreasonable.
Rong Xian's expression constricted, and said: "I heard that there are spies from other countries in the palace?"
Hua Kun and Yue Tongshan were stunned at the same time. Fortunately, Yue Tongshan came back to his senses and immediately replied: "My Majesty, it is true."
"How many people?" Rong Xian asked.
Yue Tongshan said without hesitation: "Two hundred and sixteen people."
The Emperor Xian had already controlled these people before his death.
Hua Kun's expression changed. Although he knew that there were spies in the palace, he didn't expect that there would be so many. This is really a provocation for him as the chief manager.
Rong Xian closed his eyes for a moment, and his tone was as soft as wind said: "I will have time to control the power in the first time as I became the throne. Those unstable factors, let's deal with them."
Yue Tongshan was taken aback for a moment, a little at a loss, wondering what your Majesty's gentle treatment meant.
If it is the first emperor, it goes without saying that it will be executed, but the new emperor cannot guess. This lord seems to be too gentle and kind, making people totally unable to imagine her order to kill.
Seeing that Yue Tongshan did not respond, Rong Xian asked indifferently: "Any objection?"
Yue Tongshan: "...Shu Chen is dull, I don't know what your Majesty said, how to deal with it?"
Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes looked straight at him, and asked: "How did you deal with it before?"
Yue Tongshan looked at the gentle and pure face of the new emperor, somewhat emboldened: "Put to death."
He always felt that to say ‘put to death’ to such a person was a sin and a **** defilement.