Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

Chapter 341 Tyrant 31
Xuan Qin smiled.

That night, Prime Minister Right's only daughter-in-law was sent into the harem.

On the second day, he was skinned and sent out.

The right minister was dismissed from his official position, and all his families were copied and executed.

After soaking in ice water for a night that day, Xuanqin's health was not very good, and he coughed three times.

As the news spread among the people, Xuanqin's brutal reputation became even stronger, and everyone in Yanjing was in danger, even children would cry every night when they heard his name.

Xuanqin began to ignore the government, and the whole Yanchi looked dilapidated.

Some people began to sneak out of Yanjing City with their families and their mouths, looking for another way of life.

On the first day of the year.

The whole Yanjing is no longer as lively and brightly lit as in previous years.

All the lights of every household must be turned off, and they dare not make a sound.

The day of March, the yuan of age, the yuan of time, and the yuan of month.

The palace banquet was held in the Taiji Hall. There was no singing and dancing, no cup exchange, only the ministers who were forced to sit below with their families.

All of them looked like dead parents, their faces were very ugly.

Xuan Qin stood up unsteadily from the high position.

Holding a glass of wine, he walked slowly in front of the ministers, who wanted to bury their heads in their chests.

Keep Xuanqin from noticing them.

at last.

Xuanqin stopped, and everyone's heartbeat also stopped.

Xuan Qin pursed his lips, and smiled softly: "My lord father-in-law, my son-in-law would like to offer you a glass of wine."

Immediately drank it down.

Drinking too fast, Xuan Qin seemed to be choking, his eyes were red, he bent over and coughed.

I can't wait to cough up all my internal organs.

Father Shen didn't dare to speak, so he could only drink with him.

Your Majesty, completely insane.

This year's Yanchi.

There is no congratulations from all directions, no worship of hundreds of barbarians, and the dynasty of all nations is not yet young.

All countries are staring at Yan Chi, this once overlord country will one day perish in the hands of his unscrupulous Xuanqin.

It is no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

Shen Lan looked at Xuan Qin's drunken reddish cheeks, that indistinguishable and coquettish face gave her a great shock.

He looks better than Heng Yu.

She had never looked at Xuan Qin so closely.

She stood up, smiled like Shen Chen, and drank the wine in her hand.

"Your Majesty, this cup, my servant respects you."

Xuan Qin looked at her face and was in a daze.

Shen Lan raised her head and looked at him boldly.

But he didn't want him to laugh in a low voice. : "Dong Shi imitates the frown."

"This face, you really don't deserve it, it has tarnished my heart."

"Come here, peel her skin for me."

When Shen Lan heard what he said, her face turned pale with fright, and she knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

Shen's father just ignored her for a while, and she stabbed him in such a big way again.

He has told her countless times, don't provoke His Majesty, why can't she understand.

He hurriedly knelt beside him: "It's the minister who has no way to teach the daughter. I beg Your Majesty to bypass the little girl. The minister is willing to take the punishment for her."

Xuan Qin's dark eyes looked at the trembling Shen Lan, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

He turned around and drank the wine in the silver jug ​​in one gulp.

He drank wine and passed out on top of the main hall. Seeing Xuan Qin being helped down, all the officials breathed a sigh of relief.

Father Shen also knew that this incident was over.

After all, His Majesty still gave him a little face.

The first day passed.

It was March, the breeze was playing, and the catkins were flying, but Yanjing seemed to be still in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

I don't know when the real spring will come.

Until the summer solstice, there were floods in the south of the Yangtze River, refugees fled everywhere, corpses floated for thousands of miles, and people everywhere raised poles and revolted.

They are under the banner of punishing tyrants and pacifying the world.

Yanchi was in total chaos, but Xuanqin, who was far away in Yanjing, didn't seem to care about anything.

(End of this chapter)