The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun sneered when he heard this, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Humph, we are all here, but the Jurchen mastermind is still not here. He has thrown off the surveillance of the prefectures and counties. What does he want to do? I knew that Emperor Wanyan was restless. He didn't want to be a good emperor, but had to come and provoke me!"

"You'd better not go too far, or I'll fuck you anyway!"

On the side, the eyes of many confidants were shining sharply. In the past year, the Jurchens have become more and more arrogant. His Majesty has made it clear that he will not hand over Wanyan Honglie and will not interfere in the internal affairs of the Jurchens.

But Emperor Wanyan remained aggressive, and dissatisfaction was already accumulating in everyone's hearts.

"Come here, give the order. I will receive guests from all countries in Taiji Hall in two days! This is the deadline. Do you want to show off? I will not even let you enter the city gate!"

Everyone bowed and saluted: "Yes!"

At this time, the Jurchen team was still a hundred miles away, coming leisurely.

The leader of the team was not Yelu Hong as before, but a man from another family of the three major prime minister families of the Jurchens, Xiti Bi of the Xiti family!

This person is extraordinary. He is a powerful figure in the Xiti family and a crazy follower of Emperor Wanyan.

When Wanyan Honglie was usurped, this family had the most blood on their hands. It seemed that they were the ones who planned the murder of Wanyan Honglie's mother!

As we all know, among the three major Jurchen families, the Yelu family focused on the military, while the former Gu family focused on national affairs. Of course, the Gu family has been destroyed and replaced by the Ya family.

The Xiti family focused on behind-the-scenes planning. In other words, all the shady things and secrets in the Jurchen country were under the overall control of the Xiti family.

All in all, they are all cruel and ruthless people.

A burly and sinister man, whose facial features showed that he was not someone to be trifled with. He had a full beard and said coldly, "Have you gotten rid of Daxia's spies?"

The Jurchen groom replied, "Master Xiti, we have completely gotten rid of it."

"Everything is going as planned. The Persians and the small countries should have arrived at the capital of Daxia."

A closer look revealed that this convoy of hundreds of people, even the coachmen were extremely strong and stern-looking. They were definitely not ordinary people, but well-trained soldiers or secret guards.

"Very good, let them all come out, split up and secretly infiltrate the imperial capital. The first priority is to find the Red Cannon."

"The second priority is to wait for an opportunity to hide! This is the last chance the Great Emperor gives the Emperor of the Xia Dynasty. If he dares not know what is good for him and does not hand over Wanyan Honglie, this evil child, then he will bear the consequences himself!"

Xitibi revealed an extremely sinister look and licked his scarlet tongue. He was very confident that he could massacre the entire former Gu family overnight.

It has been a whole year. If Wanyan Honglie doesn't die, public opinion in the Jurchen country will become more and more intense. When the Jurchen emperor sent him out, it meant that his Jurchen patience had come to an end!

"Yes!" hundreds of people shouted.

Then, a horrifying scene occurred: hundreds of people untied the ropes of all the convoys.

Those countless boxes opened automatically, and many sturdy Jurchen women jumped out. They were so densely packed that there were more than a hundred of them!

They were even more dangerous than the Jurchens in public. They hid in cargo, avoided inspections by various state governments, and smuggled into the country.

Xitibi smiled smugly and raised one hand high: "Follow the Great Emperor, capture the evil spawn, and kill the gods as gods!"

Suddenly, hundreds of densely packed Jurchens shouted in unison, as if they were injected with chicken blood: "Follow the emperor, capture the evil spawn, and kill all gods who stand in our way!"

There was no fear in their eyes. They really treated Da Xia as air and ignored Qin Yun's orders.

Soon, the Jurchen caravan split into two, one light and one dark, and quickly headed to the imperial capital to attend the court meeting.

……

Night, imperial capital, Qianhua Palace.

According to the date, today we will sleep with the headmaster's wife. This is also a method Qin Yun came up with for the sake of fairness. Everyone lines up.

In the quiet palace, incense burners are burning everywhere.

Behind the thin curtains is the soft and fragrant bed.

Qin Yun sighed: "Shunhua, your legs are so long. It's a pity that there are no stockings in this era."

Murong Shunhua frowned slightly, with a hint of suspicion on her face: "What? What is that?"

"That's it..." Qin Yun scratched his head, wondering how to explain it. He couldn't talk about things in his past life or this life. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly saw the curtain that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"It's this material, all black, and it's on the feet. I saw it by chance in an ancient book. It's specially made for women."

Murong Shunhua slowly sat up, her black hair falling like a waterfall, she was extremely graceful, and it was hard to tell that she was a woman who had given birth. "Why haven't I heard of it? Is it a woman's underwear?"

Qin Yun shook his head like a wave drum: "No!"

“It’s something you wear outside.”

Hearing this, Murong Shunhua took a look at the thin curtain, and her face darkened immediately. She said unhappily, "Your Majesty, where did you see these crooked ways? How can you wear something this thin?"

"Not a faithful wife!"

"Your Majesty, have you read those weird books in the martial arts world? Those shameless female sects?" She looked at him suddenly with her beautiful eyes, a little cold.

She could only think this way. How could a normal woman wear that kind of thing? If she knew that it was really a shameless female sect that corrupted her men, she would tear those bitches' faces off!

Qin Yun was stunned, then smiled and said, "Don't get excited, I'm not!"

"I really saw it by chance in the imperial study. I didn't say that you can wear it outside. I said... hehe, wear it in the bedroom, understand?" He winked and rubbed his hands, looking a little obscene.

Murong Shunhua held her forehead with her jade hand and smiled bitterly to herself, thinking that the husband she had imagined back then was either a man who could decide the fate of the world with a pen, or a man who could conquer ten kingdoms with a sword.

Although His Majesty is equivalent to this, or even better, this lust and fun are truly engraved in his bones.

Qin Yun was still immersed in his own infinite fantasy at this moment. The ancient silk technology was actually more advanced than thousands of years later, and many ancient methods were lost.

If he could draw the stockings, maybe he could succeed. That would be really cool! Others traveled through time to build airplanes and tanks, but he didn't have that ability. So why not make some sentimental gifts for his woman?

Just look at the master's wife's legs, plus that thing, it makes your nose bleed!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became! He held Murong's slender hand and asked, "How is it?"

"not so good!"

Murong Shunhua widened her eyes and refused directly, feeling furious. It was a good thing that His Majesty had the idea of ​​asking her to wear that kind of thing, and he didn't mind that it was immoral.

"Your Majesty, you should be diligent in state affairs and take care of your health in your spare time. Don't think about those trivial things. Aren't you afraid that the historians will accuse you of being chaotic and unjust?"

After saying that, she rolled her eyes, looking very charming, then lifted the ribbon on her shoulders, lay down, and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, Qin Yun became anxious!

He blurted out: "I have been fighting for half a year, can't I enjoy myself?"

Murong Shunhua's pretty face was stunned, and she looked carefully with her beautiful eyes. Although she was usually strong, she had to coax Qin Yun when he got angry.

"Are you angry?" she asked softly, her eyes and eyebrows were picturesque.