The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1317
On the royal conference table, the military and political circles sat in rows.

Yantao's row is full of military leaders who hold military power.

On the opposite side are politicians who play tricks.

That is to say, on the bright side, the real power figures who control various institutions of the empire.

Sitting outside the meeting table are the heads of various families.

If you don't have an obvious position or military power, even the head of a first-class family can only sit outside the conference table.

In fact, if these two are lost, no matter how first-rate the family is, it will decline and decay.

Just now, the silver-haired old man who questioned Yan Tao aloud came from the Lute family and was in charge of the Imperial Pharmacy Department. He was one of the powerful figures.

Young Master Yan raised his brows lightly and smiled.

Right to answer.

The contempt in that laughter pierced the old man's heart brilliantly, making his brows wrinkle into a ball.

Yan Tao slowly folded his hands and fingers, pressed his elbows on the table, leaned his upper body slightly forward, "Uncomfortable?"

"Then you bite me."

That cheerful tone made the old man's nose crooked in anger.

Slute gritted his teeth: "Yantao! Even if your father is sitting here, you have to respect me as uncle, you bastard, what are you!"

How dare you despise him!

Yan Tao shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Then you go find my father."

"Call him over and call you uncle."

"But...if you really want to hear it, you might have to go underground to listen."

After all, her cheap father hasn't shown up for so many years, so he probably died somewhere in the corner.

Also called uncle.

The air froze for a second.

On the military side, there was a burst of exaggerated laughter.

"Hahaha~"

"Haha~"

Laughing one after another, Sloter looked coldly at the crowd of old military men laughing wildly across from him.

He flicked his sleeves coldly, "Hmph, sharp mouth!"

Sit back in your seat directly.

An old man with red hair next to Yantao said in a rough voice: "Slut, what are you doing sitting down, you old thief, arguing with Yan boy, don't you like to argue with others the most on weekdays?"

"Why, it's time to talk about your truth?"

"Okay, what's the trouble!"

Sitting at the top position in the political world, the old man who had always closed his eyes and rested his mind and never spoke suddenly spoke.

He glanced coldly at Sluter at the side, and then at Yan Tao, "I don't even look at the occasion today, who is talking nonsense here, I'll send you all to Cheng Huaxing to guard the border."

Although the old man was sitting on one side of the political circle, he was different from the people around him.

He was very old, and the wrinkles on his face were like bark.

His body exuded a bleak aura that seemed to be that of an old man, but his eyes were opened, and amidst the kindness, there was the majesty and gravity that had been formed for many years.

Yan Tao chuckled, and casually flicked the dust off his shoulders, where the epaulettes were shining brightly.

"understood."

Yan Tao actually, after listening to the old man's words, sat in his seat peacefully.

No more moves.

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded in the entire meeting room.

At the same time, the live broadcast of the meeting on Starnet started.

Emperor Di Xingzhan walked into the conference room slowly in an ice blue robe, with a warm smile on his face, and a peaceful temperament like a most ordinary grandpa.

(End of this chapter)