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Chapter 170 The Person Imprisoned in the Chamber of Secrets

What does the life and death of others have to do with him?

Hearing that the murder happened, Si Che didn't show much surprise.

He just lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms with eyes like water: "Princess, do you want to go and see?"

Luo Weiyi shook her head: "I won't go, let this kind of matter be handled by the Yamen."

She wanted to go, but her body didn't allow it. Si Che, a bad wolf, almost broke her into pieces and swallowed her in his stomach. How could he have the strength to go wandering in the deep mountains and old forests!
Si Che raised his eyes, his soft eyes instantly became condensed, and he stared at the wind: "Didn't you hear what the concubine said? This is a matter of the yamen. It has nothing to do with the palace. Go back to the palace."

blast:"???"

Are men who eat meat so unreasonable?

Blast Feng mightily brought a large group of people over, but ended up going back just like that.

This incident also alarmed Li Beimo, and after careful investigation, he found out about Luo Yingxue's stupidity.

In the imperial study room, Li Beimo dismissed a group of guards and walked to the apse where he usually rests.

On the wall opposite the dragon bed, there is a portrait of a figure, which is a portrait of the arrow in the chest of the late emperor in the last battle.

The Empress Dowager reprimanded him for hanging this portrait in the imperial study.

Li Beimo said that only by constantly reminding himself of his father's mistakes in decision-making, can he prevent himself from making the same mistakes again.

Therefore, the painting of the first emperor, which was originally just a paper painting, was carved on the wall of this imperial study.

Li Beimo stretched out his hand and pressed hard on the arrow on the former emperor's chest, and there was a click sound from the mechanism starting under the dragon bed behind him.

Li Beimo stared at the portrait for a long, long time, his eyes full of resentment and gloom.

"It's not your Si family's turn to be the master of my Li family's country. One day, I will let this Beiran Tian change his surname back to the Li family."

After Li Beimo finished speaking, he stopped looking at the murals and turned towards the dragon couch.

The bed board of the dragon bed has been split into two, exposing a dark passage.

The passage is paved with stone steps, extending from top to bottom.

From head to toe, Li Beimo exuded the indifference that strangers should not get close to. Stepping in, the walls on both sides of the passage lit up one after another, hanging in an orderly distance.

The dim candle flames of the ever-burning lamp danced, emitting a faint fragrance similar to ambergris.

The steps were not too long, and after 5 minutes, Li Beimo descended the stone platform.

At the end of the stone platform is a secret room. Inside the secret room is a man whose limbs are bound by iron chains and fixed at the four corners of the secret room, drawn into a big shape.

The man was disheveled, his face was abnormally white because he hadn't seen the sun all year round, his fingernails and toenails were surprisingly long, and they looked curly.

The messy long hair on the back was dragged to the ground, hovering like a dormant dragon, waiting to accumulate a lot of hair and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Li Beimo pulled a chair over and sat in front of the man leisurely, his eyes full of disdain.

The man raised his eyes to look at Li Beimo, his dark eyes were bottomless.

Just one glance, then closed them again, the indifference in his eyes was even worse than that of Li Beimo.

Li Beimo turned the wrench in his hand, stood up suddenly, picked up the whip hanging behind him, and whipped the whip on the man.

Gritting his teeth and cursing: "Si Hao, do you know that what I hate the most is your arrogant arrogance. Your Si family is just a minister, and you turned against the Li family. The spring breeze is proud."

Si Hao hooked his lips lightly: "Li Beimo, look at your current appearance, like a mad dog biting people randomly, you don't have the slightest temperament of an emperor."

　I've always been curious, the ancients paid attention to the body, hair and skin, and the parents didn't cut their hair. When they lived to be 50 or [-] years old, their hair would have to be tens of meters long.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)