The First Tyrant of Daxia

Everyone's face turned pale: "It's over, it's a foregone conclusion..."

"How to do?"

"Hurry up and protect the courtyard. Try not to let the news leak out. Otherwise, if Madam Murong finds out, we won't be able to have a good life."

"..."

All the guards and maids were in a panic, helping Qin Yun to cover up.

As everyone knows, women over 30 are old women and cannot get on His Majesty's bed. Moreover, Huairou was the person Murong Shunhua specifically pointed out was not allowed to get close to His Majesty.

In the quaint house, there was a constant sound of crackling.

It was the coffee table that was banging, the murals that were falling, and people that were bumping into things.

Huairou Lanzhi had been forcibly hugged by Qin Yun, who was drunk and trying to relieve himself from stress. She kept struggling to break free, but her arms were not as strong as his thighs.

She hadn't appeared in public for a long time, but her face was still as charming and beautiful as ever, her hair cascading like a waterfall, and she was wearing a thin white pajamas. She didn't even have time to put on shoes, so her feet were bare.

Her skin is crystal clear and delicate, just like that of a young girl. Even Dou Ji has to admit defeat in this respect, as no one has such an exaggerated anti-aging effect as hers.

At this moment, her face was pale and she was terribly frightened.

"Your Majesty, don't be impulsive... You are drunk, did you go to the wrong house?"

Qin Yun was panting heavily, obviously intoxicated, and hugged her plump waist tightly: "I didn't go wrong!"

"what!"

Suddenly, Huairou screamed, and the whole person was picked up by him. The direction they walked to was the bed covered with purple hibiscus quilt.

She panicked and kicked her legs.

"His Majesty!"

"You are drunk, let me go!"

boom!

Qin Yun was not gentle at all and threw her directly onto the ground, causing her to tremble.

Then he burped drunkenly, his eyes slightly red, and looked at Huai Rou who was a little out of control because of the stimulation: "I'm not drunk, I just came to you!"

Huairou Lanzhi huddled into a ball and kept retreating.

He said angrily: "Your Majesty, if you dare to continue to flirt with me, I will never tell you the treasure of King Gesas even if I die!"

"Don't go too far! Pay attention to your identity!"

It would have been fine if she hadn't said this, but once she said it, it became a big problem.

Qin Yun has always been soft-hearted, especially when he was drunk, his emotions fluctuated greatly, and he said unhappily: "I hate women who talk like this!"

"Humph, I just want to touch you, what's the matter?"

After saying this, he pounced forward like a tiger descending from a mountain, and his majestic shoulders instantly covered Huairou.

"Well……"

Huairou Lanzhi's red lips were deformed, she was panicked, her face changed color, she struggled desperately, and finally pushed him away, angrily cursing: "You lunatic!"

Qin Yun became even angrier. Can’t I conquer a woman like you?

With a pull of his right hand, a sharp sound and the curtain fell, an expected yet unexpected thing happened.

Huairou was of strong character and naturally unwilling to submit, but her strength was far inferior to Qin Yun's. At the very least, Qin Yun had fought on the battlefield and had developed a strong physique.

After a struggle, suddenly, Huairou Lanzhi's face turned pale and her whole body froze.

She felt that it was too late... and frowned subconsciously.

As if in revenge, her slender five fingers scratched Qin Yun's back severely, and even bloodstains appeared.

……

At the same time, at the Xiliang Wanbaozhai branch, Wanyan Honglie has been staying here since sending the craftsmen away and has not left.

This fish lover has always been open-minded and easy-going. He is not surprised by anything and does not get proud of being favored. But at this moment, he is extremely angry!

boom!

He overturned the vase, and it smashed heavily in the attic. Then, feeling unsatisfied, he punched the pillar of the house one after another.

"Ah!!" He roared and continued to smash things to vent his anger.

Seeing this, his maid Hongye looked very unhappy and said cautiously: "Young Master, don't hurt yourself. The Jurchen envoys have already entered the grassland. This is a foregone conclusion. Let's think about what to do."

Wanyan Honglie was furious and stamped his feet, saying, "They are a bunch of idiots. They are leading the Jurchens to destruction!!"

"The Red Cannon is already invincible in the world, what can they use to fight your Majesty!"

"If the news leaks out, or the negotiations succeed, the second people to die after the Turks are destroyed will be the Jurchens!!"

Hongye's face turned slightly pale, and her red hair was very eye-catching: "Young Master, is the Red Cannon so scary?"

"Didn't Mu Le and his men kill hundreds of thousands of Turkic wolf riders in the Youzhou battlefield before the red cannons came to finish them off?"

Wanyan Honglie lost his composure, paced back and forth, gnashing his teeth and saying, "Bullshit!"

"Most people have never seen a red cannon, but I saw one once by chance when I was in the Protectorate. It only takes one cannonball to cause a three-meter-diameter explosion!"

"No army can stand up to it, you understand?"

He suddenly howled to the sky, extremely sad, and revealed a shocking secret: "I hate it, I hate it, I only hate that I couldn't change my fate and became a stray dog ​​who can't show his face!"

"In the past, my second uncle persecuted me for my impure bloodline and stole my throne. I endured it. He secretly hunted me to the ends of the earth, and I also endured it. I thought that this was the end of my life."

"But my second uncle is a fool. He wants to lead the Jurchens off the cliff and destroy my father's foundation. I will never tolerate this!"

He roared, his eyes turned red and gradually became sharper, revealing the sharpness engraved in his bones.

Hongye felt a chill when she saw this. She was one of the few people who knew Wanyan Honglie's identity and background. Her mother had also served Wanyan Honglie's Han mother.

"Young Master, don't be impulsive."

"Once you show up in the Jurchen territory, you will be hunted down endlessly."

Wanyan Honglie clenched his fists angrily, making banging sounds, as if he had made up his mind.

"No, even if I die, I will show up and expose my second uncle's decades-long conspiracy! I am my father's only biological son, so what if my mother is Han Chinese?"

"The throne is mine!"

"Only if I show up can some loyal officials in the Jurchen country wake up and stop this disaster in my name."

"The Turkic state will perish. Whoever cooperates with them will die!"

Hongye's pretty face was unsightly, and she tried to persuade him again: "Young Master, you have disappeared for so many years, how could you possibly stop this."

"Once you show up, you may not be able to do anything. Wanyan Liao will kill you! Your status as a prince is a threat to him!"

Wanyan Honglie gritted his teeth and said, "No need to say more, I must stop it, even if it means death!"

"Hurry up and prepare your horses, and leave Xiliang. I want to intercept the Jurchen envoy's carriage immediately. The Gu family is loyal to my father, and the envoy Gu Fuming should be able to listen to me!"

The next day, dawn.

October is the best time of the year in autumn. The streets of Tianlang City are bustling with people. However, Wanbaozhai, which is usually packed with customers, is rarely closed.

The building is deserted, as if everyone had evaporated.

But this did not cause much impact, after all, it was just a shop.