Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 153 The Emperor’s Brother, Don’t Be Violent (19)
She has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and everyone who came to the Yi Palace did not dare to provoke her too much, all of them were managed by Qingluo.

The system is also tremblingly pretending to be dead, trying to ignore her if it can't answer her.

These days of their cold war just gave the rumors in the palace a chance to ferment.

For some reason, rumors spread in the palace that the empress was not good at serving, so she was rejected by the emperor, and she didn't stay in Yigong for a long time.

When it got to Zhao Zhiyuan's ears, he didn't think much about it, he just thought that he hadn't been to Yi Palace for a long time, that's why such rumor spread.

In the past few days, his temper has been more irritable than Fei Jue's.

Everyone in the palace was cautious, not daring to breathe, for fear of touching his reverse scales and losing his head.

Even at this moment, they are still losing their temper.

The memorials played by the ministers were thrown all over the floor, and the tyranny in their eyes was ready to come out.

"A bunch of waste, what are you doing for the imperial court to support you? Even a mere flood can't be dealt with well, so you might as well pack up your bags and go home."

Kneeling down one by one, everyone shrunk their heads, for fear that the guilt would fall on their own heads.

Even after retreating from court, the violence in Zhao Zhiyuan's heart has not been eliminated, so he simply practiced sword in the imperial garden with his sword.

Only by pushing down a willow tree could he suppress his hostility.

Everyone knew why he was angry, but no one dared to persuade him with his life.

He was furious, but suddenly saw Fei Jue at the other end of the imperial garden, picking flowers and fluttering butterflies with her maid.

Annoyed in his heart, he threw the sword out of his hand, and brushed the head of the eunuch in charge Liu Desheng embarrassingly, his legs went limp in fright, and even all the accompanying eunuchs knelt down for him.

Zhao Zhiyuan was staring at the woman intently.

Obviously she did something wrong, after all these days, she didn't even have an explanation, and she was still picking flowers with the maid in such a leisurely manner.

Really heartless!
Conscience is eaten by dogs.

He resisted the desire to rush over to question her, gave her a vicious look, turned and left.

Liu Desheng behind him also picked up his sword, and timidly followed behind him.

"Do you think the emperor will abolish the empress?"

As soon as they returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, they heard some cleaning maids whispering.

As a martial arts practitioner, Zhao Zhiyuan's sense of hearing is better than ordinary people.

Hearing them talking, his face turned cold immediately, and before he gave an order, their voices entered his ears again.

"Shouldn't it? Just because the empress is not good at serving the emperor?"

"That's not certain. At that time, my brother saw the Empress Empress kicked out from the Hall of Mental Cultivation by the Emperor. It was the empress who said it herself. You didn't see that the Emperor didn't let the Empress Empress go to bed any more. ?"

"Ah? If you are deposed because of poor service, then the emperor will also..."

Liu Desheng didn't hear it at first, and when he heard the discussion, Zhao Zhiyuan didn't let him interrupt.

Seeing that the little maid wanted to say something slanderous, Liu Desheng said anxiously: "Presumptuous!"

He yelled sharply, and the little maids who were hiding in the dark came out in a panic and knelt down at Zhao Zhiyuan's feet together, "The emperor spares my life, the emperor spares my life!"

"You dare to openly talk about the emperor in the hall, come here, drag them out and pull out their tongues."

Liu Desheng has been by Zhao Zhiyuan's side for a long time, and he also knows that when he is tyrannical, he will take their heads, so he thinks that keeping them alive is a life.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me. The slaves will never dare again, Your Majesty."

The guards had already come in, and when they were about to drag him, Zhao Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop him.

(End of this chapter)