I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 107 Southern Tour (cruel means)
The banquet suddenly fell silent, and Li Zhifu's expression changed instantly. It was already too late, and he was sweating profusely. I just beg His Majesty not to take his anger out on him.

In the dark night, countless lanterns illuminate the garden as bright as day, and the bright moonlight makes people feel cold suddenly.

All eyes were on Nan Xian who was slowly walking towards the stage.

His slender ankles were covered with chains, his steps were very small, his expression was numb, he couldn't tell that he was going up to perform, and he felt like he was going to die calmly.

Sensing the danger, Xie Feng stooped back to his original position. Anyone with a little discernment could see He Lianchuan's anger, and couldn't restrain his desire to escape from the banquet.

They suddenly remembered that this handsome emperor who looked like a heavenly man was a cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant.

The boring banquet finally started to become exciting, Mu Shiyu rested his chin to see how He Lianchuan planned to torture Qian Zhao.

Mu Shiyu recalled that when He Lianchuan looked at Liu Que for the first time, he looked at Qian Zhao exactly the same way.

Nan Xian came to the stage, with a blank face, gracefully put down the piano, and knelt on the ground facing her.

Even if he didn't do anything, those charming fox eyes exuded a seductive aura.

Qian Zhao was very satisfied, he kept playing with the emerald beads, and he didn't hide his evil eyes. Seeing that everyone in the audience was shocked by Nan Xian, he had an expression of offering a treasure.

"Your Majesty, this Nanxian is a stunner in the world, with a special constitution."

"is it?"

He Lianchuan's light words made it difficult for Qian Zhaoxi to restrain himself. Just as he was about to continue introducing Nanxian's physique, he was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck.

Feeling cold all over his body, he was thrown onto the stage by an incomparably powerful force.

"what!!!"

The moment Qian Zhao fell, the stage trembled.

However, this was just the beginning. Before he could react from the pain, two hidden guards landed on the stage with extremely sharp knives.

Immediately after a bowl of medicine was poured into him, the sound of meat being cut and bone broken came.

In less than three breaths, the dark guard Pao Ding dismantled Qian Zhao's limbs like an ox, skillfully stopped his bleeding, and placed the dismantled limbs neatly on the ground, making him look like he was kneeling on Helianchuan. before.

"No!!! Come on, come on, come on, save me, save me!!!"

Qian Zhao's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't believe that it had become like this in just a few breaths, and his fat face turned white visibly with the naked eye.

He even thought it was an illusion because he couldn't feel the pain.

Some of the people who witnessed all this on the stage couldn't help but vomited out. The fear was extreme, a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, goosebumps appeared all over their arms, their bodies were stiff, but their hearts seemed to be jumping out.

The blood spread, staining Nan Xian who was kneeling beside him, and his white hem was dyed a strange crimson.

Nan Xian's expression remained unchanged, his head was lowered, and his slender, white fingers flicked the strings lightly. The beautiful sound of the piano was accompanied by such a strange scene, those ladies who had never seen such a bloody scene almost fainted.

Cui Rongya's face was pale and bloodless, her hand holding the fan trembled, she didn't dare to look at it again, she was dancing on this stage just now, who would have thought that the man who was as handsome as a god in the first place was more terrifying than Hades.

The brisk and ethereal sound of Nan Xian's fingertips combined with Qian Zhao's screams was eerily terrifying and chilling.

Li Zhifu knew that Qian Zhao only had money in his eyes, but he didn't expect to be so stupid. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and without hesitation removed the stool and knelt on the ground.

The other officials showed panic and trembling, imitating Li Zhifu and kneeling down.

The wealthy merchants from aristocratic families looked around and were already surrounded by soldiers. They knew that it would not be so easy to leave today, so they quickly brought their wives and daughters to kneel on the ground.

Wu Yangyang knelt down in a large area, only the officials on the southern tour were still sitting. Under the flower tree, Mu Shiyu's vision instantly widened a lot.

"The banquet has officially begun."

The tails of He Lianchuan's eyes were reddish, it was the excitement tinged with murderous intent, he did not stop the playing of the South String, he scanned the crowd, and dark guards kept appearing to bring people who were trying to weaken their sense of presence onto the stage.

As long as there was a hint of resistance in his eyes, before he begged for mercy, he directly dismantled his limbs and put them in a jar, and the screams and pained begging for mercy from the palace could be heard in other streets.

The Cui family and the Xie family were safe and sound, Cui Rong and Xie Changhua wiped the sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did those people understand why the Cui family and the Xie family were in such a hurry to hand over more than 500 million silver.

No matter how powerful the aristocratic family dared to challenge the tyrant, it was too stupid to do so, not to mention that they had lost contact with the outside world now, and they were no different from little fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Your Majesty, Caomin is willing to donate [-] gold."

"The minister is willing to donate 55 silver!"

"Caomin is willing to donate 200 silver!!"

"The minister is willing to donate 20 silver."

……

The Department of Household Department quickly recorded that they had already found out the details of these rich officials and businessmen in Qingzhou, and worked out a suitable number. However, if it was found that the stated number was low, they would end up with those who resisted.

Qingzhou originally belonged to South Vietnam, and was extremely rich in various resources. Coupled with convenient water and land transportation, the economy developed rapidly.

After He Lianchuan captured South Vietnam, he also reduced the original high taxes. Later, he concentrated on dealing with Dongqi and never managed Qingzhou.

After He Lianchuan and Mu Shiyu got together, he restrained himself somewhat. He had the patience to have a good talk with these people, but it's a pity that there are always people looking for death.

The moonlight hangs high, the piano is melodious, but at the banquet, there are stumps everywhere, blood flows like a river, and the cool wind brings a strong smell of blood.

The scene was extremely weird, how could the well-clothed and well-fed people bear it, the already timid woman fainted.

"Your Majesty, it has already been calculated." Su Ting, Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs, submitted the final number.

He Lianchuan glanced at the numbers above, the frost in his eyes gradually dissipated, and gave a plaque to every family that donated.

The people who witnessed the tyrant's bloodthirsty held plaques the size of a spiritual tablet, obediently wrote down where the money was kept at home, and lined up to wait for the news, and waited for the tyrant to let them go back after getting the money.

He Lianchuan restrained the bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Mu Shiyu from a distance.

Mu Shiyu was looking at Nan Xian who was sitting calmly on the stage, his clothes were dyed red, his stumps were already piled up beside him, and there was no reaction.

She suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

He Lianchuan's dissipated killing intent reappeared, his fingers curled slightly, slowly tightened, then released, and with a slight push, the exquisite wine glass on the table flew towards Nan Xian's head with great force.

Once it hits, the head of the stunner in Qian Zhao's mouth will turn into a ball of mud.

Mu Shiyu didn't expect that He Lianchuan would personally kill Nan Xian, without even thinking about it, he subconsciously threw the chopsticks to save people, reduced his strength, and nailed the murder weapon to the opposite flower tree.

The strong air current rolled up Nan Xian's naturally hanging hair on his forehead, and the danger of imminent death finally made him respond, feeling a little relieved.

But the sudden chopsticks spread the despair in his eyes.

After throwing the chopsticks, Mu Shiyu realized that the wine glass was thrown from He Lianchuan's position, and turned to look at the sullen He Lianchuan.

Who would have thought that he made a sudden move, and he had already thrown it out. She rubbed the center of her brows, got up and came under the flower tree.

The wine glass was made of gold and inlaid with gemstones. Mu Shiyu controlled some strength, but it was still deformed.

She took down the wine glass, looked in the direction of He Lianchuan, saw his sleeves fluttering, strode away from the garden of the banquet, and followed quickly.

(End of this chapter)