The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Yang Qingxiang walked into the passage. As he walked, the originally narrow passage gradually became wider. The walls on both sides were covered with various rare murals.

The walls on both sides are inlaid with many white beads, each of which is about the size of a fist and inlaid with many crystals.

Not far away, there are several exquisite candlesticks. The faintly burning flames, set off by crystals and pearls, make the entire passage noble and holy.

The luxury of the surrounding passage seemed out of place with his shabby linen clothes, so he walked straight into the passage.

After a while, we came to a staircase and saw nine steps, shining with gold. These steps were actually plated with gold.

On the left and right sides of the stairs stood two beautiful young women. When they saw Yang Qingxiang coming, smiles immediately appeared on their faces. They hurried to Yang Qingxiang's side, took Yang Qingxiang's hands on the left and right, and walked up the gilded stairs.

Walking up the stairs into the room, I saw that it was actually a large dressing room. On the shelves inside, there were nine sets of golden robes hanging. Each robe was carved with dragon patterns, which looked lifelike. They were nine sets of carefully made dragon robes.

If someone saw this scene, they would be dumbfounded. You know, making a dragon robe privately is a serious crime that will lead to the execution of the entire clan. Yang Qingxiang looked calm, and two beautiful maids came out. They smiled and came to Yang Qingxiang, bowed and saluted, and said in a clear voice: "Your servants greet your majesty. I wonder which dragon robe your majesty would like to wear to court today?"

Yang Qingxiang glanced around, pointed at the dragon robe on his left, and said, "I'll wear that one."

"According to the order!"

In this way, the four maids helped Yang Qingxiang to the side, gently took off his tattered robe, and carefully hung it on the side. They knew in their hearts that if anyone dared to damage Yang Qingxiang's tattered robe, the end would be miserable.

After taking off all of Yang Qingxiang's clothes, the four young women looked at him with disdain in their eyes, because his thing was really too small.

They did not dare to show it and went to a nearby shelf, took down the dragon robe chosen by Yang Qingxiang, as well as the clothes underneath, came to Yang Qingxiang, and put them on him with great tenderness.

After Yang Qingxiang put on the dragon robe, he looked extremely impressive. A confident smile spread across his face. With the support of two maids, he walked in another direction.

Wherever he went, he saw splendor and magnificence. Wherever he passed, there were armored and impressive guards standing on both sides, who all bowed to Yang Qingxiang.

Soon, they arrived at a magnificent palace, which looked like the imperial court of the Song Dynasty. There was golden light flashing on both sides, and a dragon throne was placed in the front.

Yang Qingxiang swaggered towards the dragon throne, threw off his dragon robe, sat on the throne, leaned against it, and gently stroked the handle of the throne with one hand. He was determined in his heart and said, "No matter who you are, if you dare to ruin my good deeds, don't blame me for being rude."

Da da da……

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and an old man was seen at the head. His face was full of wrinkles, and he was wearing the official uniform of a prime minister. His eyes were gloomy. Behind him followed more than ten figures, each of them wearing the official uniform of a different official, including the six ministers and vice ministers. It can be said that there were all kinds of people.

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty, long live my emperor!"

The old man walked in the front, shaking the prime minister's official robe in an imposing manner, and more than a dozen figures behind him also knelt down one after another.

Their voices echoed in the empty and luxurious hall. Yang Qingxiang sat on the throne with great enjoyment, and said smugly, "All the ministers, please stand up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The old man stood up first, followed by the others, and they stood on both sides.

There was some worry in the depths of Yang Qingxiang's eyes. He glanced at everyone and said, "My dear ministers, the King of the Song Dynasty is now in Dongyou County. I heard that he will destroy the Xun family in a few days. Now he has two choices. Either go down north, then pass through Liyang County. If he goes down south, that is our Liuchang County. If he comes to our Liuchang County, how should I deal with it?"

The old man walked to the center of the hall. He was Nie Tong, Yang Qingxiang's top counselor. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, this Zhenguojun wants to come and inspect our Liuchang County, so let him come! Liuchang County is so poor and destitute, and I hope that the Zhenguojun can allocate more money to support it when the time comes."

"We have been working diligently in Liuchang County these years, and we are so poor that we can barely afford to eat. We can complain to the Lord of the State when the time comes."

Hearing Nie Tong's words, Du Shangling, a man wearing the official uniform of the Minister of Revenue, stepped out a few steps and said with a smile, "I think what Lord Nie said makes sense. Since the King of Zhenguo is coming to inspect, we only need to welcome him openly and take him around Liuchang County to have a look."

Yang Qingxiang frowned slightly and continued, "Do you think Ye Feng will find out? If he knew that we were bullying the people, given his character, I'm afraid we would all die without a burial place."

Nie Tong was confident and looked at Yang Qingxiang: "Your Majesty, don't worry. As long as the state guardian Ye Feng comes to Liuchang County, we will send people to follow him all the way. Wherever he goes, we will kill all the unruly people and bury them quietly. We will arrange our own people along the way, right? By then, we will become the most honest officials in the Song Dynasty, without even a decent official robe, not to mention that the rice jars in the mansion will be empty."

"Ok!"

Hearing this, Yang Qingxiang nodded, his eyes were solemn, his voice was fierce, and he said, "This matter must be arranged perfectly, and we must be prepared for the back-up plan. If Ye Feng finds out about this, we will order the warriors we have trained over the years to attack and kill him together."

“Your Majesty, rest assured. I have trained many death warriors over the years. Even if Ye Feng brings a grandmaster with him, as long as he is not very strong, they will surely die.” Qu Kun, a man wearing the official robe of the Minister of War, also had strong cultivation and had reached the level of a seventh-grade junior grandmaster. He said with confidence.

"In that case, I'll trouble you all, my dear ministers. After I send away this plague god, the Lord of the State, I will hold a grand banquet to calm you down, and give each of you ten beauties as a reward."

Yang Qingxiang stood up and spoke loudly.

"We can't be careless either. We need to start preparing now and remember not to let him see any flaws." He warned Nie Tong and the others cautiously.

After everyone dispersed, Yang Qingxiang returned to the place where he had just changed into the dragon robe, put on the tattered robe, and straightened his hair slightly. He looked much more mature. He took a deep breath and walked out of the palace.