The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind that he must get the headmaster's wife's consent!

He deliberately lay down, turned his back to her, waved his hand, and said unhappily: "Forget it, I won't say anymore, I'm tired."

Seeing his fierce look, serious yet a little aggrieved, Murong couldn't help but sneer redly, feeling amused in her heart, is it really that serious just for such a secret between husband and wife?

After all, he was the man she loved deeply, so she softened her heart and hugged him from behind, saying, "Okay, okay, why don't you promise your majesty?"

"But let me make it clear first, this is only between us husband and wife. Do you understand what I mean?"

Qin Yun turned around immediately and said domineeringly: "Of course! If you dare to wear this thing outside, I will break your legs."

Murong Shunhua pursed her lips and smiled, with outstanding grace, and teased: "Your Majesty has no shortage of it now? Tsk tsk, look at your achievements!"

No concubine would dare to say such words, and any emperor would be furious and kill people.

But Qin Yun was very happy to hear this, and was not dissatisfied at all. After all, there were only the couple here and they could say anything. If it was too official, it would lose the true meaning of husband and wife.

He held Murong in his arms, caressing him gently, feeling satisfied. If he could really make this thing, he would have a lot of fun playing with it.

No, I must make it! If the Imperial Workshop can't make it, I will destroy them all! He thought viciously in his heart.

The person in his arms, Murong Shunhua, raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, taking in all his emotions. She closed her beautiful eyes and pretended to fall asleep quietly. She was a little curious in her heart, what kind of socks were really that magical?

He thought to himself, as long as he was happy, even the head of Xinben Sect could be dug out and given to him. It wasn't a big deal. Isn't all my beautiful body his?

Qin Yun slept well that night.

With Shunhua, he could always taste the sweetness of love, but the premise was not to go too far and make her angry.

Xiang'er is different. She is gentle and down-to-earth. Even if she has fought outside for more than ten years and comes back with missing limbs, she will still light the lamp on the way home, serve tenderly, obey her and be loyal until death.

But they all stand the same, forever pure at the tip of his heart.

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The next day, the first thing Qin Yun did when he woke up was to call the person in charge of the Imperial Workshop. It was no longer Mu Ci now, but she had been pregnant for several months.

Qin Yun drew a drawing and ordered the person in charge of the Imperial Workshop to keep it strictly confidential and to make the product, weaving it with the best natural silk, and the feel and color must not be bad.

Murong Shunhua, who was watching from the side, couldn't help laughing. Is it that serious? The person in charge of the Imperial Workshop was so scared that he nodded repeatedly. He thought it was some kind of military weapon, on the same level as the Red Cannon.

After this incident.

Qin Yun went to court and discussed tomorrow's affairs with civil and military officials for a while, that is, various countermeasures in dealing with the audiences from various countries.

Around noon, after lunch, he couldn't sit still and decided to go to the imperial capital to see what the envoys from various countries were doing and to take a look at the people.

Walking onto Suzaku Street and breathing in the fresh air, he opened his arms and shouted in relief, "I'm finally out. I've been in the palace every day and I'm almost sick from being bored."

"Let's go, there are more people there, let's go there to play!"

The disguised Jinyiwei beside him suddenly felt bitter, and Tao Yang forced a smile and said, "Master, we can't go to the brothel..."

Qin Yun raised the corner of his mouth, knowing that this was Murong Shunhua's red line and he couldn't cross it, especially he had to be more obedient recently, otherwise the headmaster's wife would get angry and the stockings plan would fail.

"Ahem, even if you beg me to go now, I won't go back."

He led the way with his chest puffed out, basking in the sun, striding forward, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The people behind him looked at each other in disbelief. His Majesty, who always regarded the fireworks place as heaven, actually didn't want to go?

After strolling around for half an hour, Qin Yun was very satisfied!

The public security is good, and there are no beggars or children in the imperial capital who have no food to eat or clothes to wear.

Conquering the Turks was a kind of pride, but for him, ensuring that all the children in the world had enough food and clothing was also a kind of spiritual pride and satisfaction.

"Yes, Tao Yang, remember to go back and have someone give some gold and silver as rewards to Chang Hong and others."

"Yes!" Everyone smiled.

But the next second, there was a loud bang.

A child who was no more than ten years old was thrown out and hit the carriage. The child rolled on the ground in pain with blood in his mouth.

The entire Suzaku Street came to a sudden halt, and everyone looked over.

Qin Yun's rage was instantly maxed out!

Feng Lao and the others all looked at him with dismay. Who dared to treat a child like this in the street? His Majesty is now a father, and everyone knows that he hates children being bullied the most.

What is Chang Hong doing? His Majesty just said he would give a reward, and something like this happens!

"How dare you bite me, you little bastard!"

"Kill you!" Several Persians in strange costumes appeared. They had blond hair, blue eyes, and fierce faces. They spoke the Central Plains dialect awkwardly, but it was obvious that they had learned it.

The boy was dressed very casually and looked like he was from a poor family. He started crying and howling, "Please help me report to the police! Report to the police! My sister is getting arrested! Wuuuuuuu!"

The crying, the fear, the panic, the utter panic, would make anyone feel sick.

"Avenge your ancestors!" the Persian shouted angrily and was about to pick up the whip to continue whipping.

Qin Yun roared: "Stop it now!!"

The roar was like thunder, just like the roar of a wild beast!

At the same time, the imperial guards were rushing over with the clanging of their armor, quickly surrounding the scene, and the Persians' faces changed slightly.

Chang Hong just arrived, panting. When he saw his "ancestor" here, he was so scared that his face turned pale. He thought to himself, I'm done...

He wished he could chop the Persians into pieces and eat them. He had worked so diligently for so long, and only one thing caused chaos, right before His Majesty's eyes!

Qin Yun glared at Chang Hong fiercely, as if to say, just wait for me!

Chang Hong, the Tiger Lord, almost burst into tears on the spot.

"What do you want to do?" The Persian sensed something was wrong and looked at me unkindly. He said directly, "He stole our things and I caught him. He also bit my hand. If I hit him, it wouldn't count as triggering Daxia's rules, right?"

Some Persians were smart. When they saw the Daxia army, they immediately turned the tables.

The people around were pointing and talking, and it was obvious that the Persians had aroused public anger.

Qin Yun sneered and approached, his murderous intent overflowing: "You still think you are right? Is this the reason for you to beat up a child?"

The Persian had nowhere to retreat. He looked at Qin Yun, then glanced at Chang Hong's imperial guards, and said unkindly: "I am from the Persian envoy team, the distinguished guest of your emperor, you'd better behave yourself!"

Distinguished guest? Qin Yun sneered for a moment.

The Persian thought he had calmed the situation down, and said fiercely, "Boy, are you scared? Mind your own business, I'll beat you up, you're just a brat."

"If you dare, try to touch me?!" He looked fearless with his nose in the air.