Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 172 A Person Who Doesn't Exist
this moment.

Lieutenant General Wang only felt a burning pain on his face.

The victory of every battle is slapping his old face.

The crisp voice came to an abrupt end, and a bright little face poked out from the pile of remnants, and said with a smile on his face, "Do you want me to continue reporting the name of the battle?"

Lieutenant General Wang gritted his teeth, and said reluctantly: "The regent is wise and powerful, and I will punish myself with three cups!"

After the words fell, Vice General Wang raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, followed by the second and third glasses.

When the last glass of wine was finished, Lieutenant Wang laughed out loud, "The three glasses of wine have been finished, and I will take my seat first!"

Such a wanton gesture.

In an instant, it won the applause of the whole house.

It doesn't matter whether these people really admire Vice-General Wang or are hypocritical.

Both Qing Yange and Jiu Que had seen the attitudes of the crowd clearly.

Jiu Que's face darkened a bit, as if her thin lips were raised slightly, "Wait a minute."

Lieutenant General Wang blushed from the alcohol, raised his chin with his thick neck, and asked haughtily, "What's the matter?"

These cheers have given him enough capital.

He is just a mere regent, and he doesn't take it seriously.

So what if the power is monstrous?
In southern Xinjiang, he is the one who has the final say!
If it makes him feel furious, it's a big deal and he won't do anything...

Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Wang's eyes gradually became more happy.

With a "pop", a strong wind hit, and a memorial was thrown in front of everyone.

The woman who was originally singing gracefully in the middle of the hall stopped dancing in fright when the memorial fell, and shrank into a ball.

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped abruptly.

Lieutenant Wang waved his hands impatiently, "Get lost!"

I don't know who this anger is for.

The women hurriedly lifted their skirts, took small steps, and left in a panic.

Vice-General Wang turned his face and looked at Jiu Que with wanton arrogance in his eyes, "I don't know why the regent suddenly dropped a memorial. Nanjiang is not a court. What does this memorial mean? General abandoning martial arts and following literature, can I write you a memorial?"

Right now, Lieutenant General Wang completely tore off his flattering mask, laughing with boundless arrogance.

As soon as these words came out, the generals on the side laughed.

Jiu Que's eyes narrowed slightly, the inside was glowing with a cold light like a sharp ice skate, and his fist was clenched unconsciously.

He looked coldly at the smiling faces of the crowd, as if seeing ugly souls whose masks had been torn off one by one, a bit ridiculous and a bit sad.

"Don't you want to read this memorial?" Qingyange reminded kindly.

"This general doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters, and I can't read the memorial!" Deputy General Wang simply went to the end, without any extra cover-ups.

"Oh?" Jiu Que raised his eyebrows lazily, and raised his voice, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, isn't the Prince Regent deaf? I said I won't watch it!" Although Vice-General Wang was a little drunk, he was very clear about what he was doing.

He stood there straight up like this, his cloudy eyes were full of wantonness, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't want to give you a chance, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Jiu Que's thin lips curled slightly, and said coldly.

"Could it be that the Prince Regent wants to kill me?" Deputy General Wang laughed more and more recklessly, he raised his head and laughed happily, "Hahahahaha——"

Suddenly, the smile stopped abruptly.

Lieutenant General Wang only felt a pain in his chest.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked towards his chest.

Don't look at the position where a small hole is right in the middle of his heart.

He felt that the blood in his body started to become cold little by little, and he gradually felt exhausted.

I only heard a woman's coquettish cry, "Oh, Jiuque~ why are you throwing away golden beans again, golden beans are very expensive!"

The voice that should have been extremely cold was a little softer, "If you like it, I'll ask someone to bring you a box later."

"Okay, okay~" The woman seemed to be cheering happily.

Deputy General Wang wanted to see the scene in front of him clearly, but found that his vision became more and more blurred, and finally he could not even hear the sound.

"Boom—" With a sound, like a slow-motion replay, his plump body fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness.

"Vice General Wang!" All the generals were in an uproar.

One of them stepped forward boldly, breathed out cautiously, he only felt his legs go limp, and he fell to the ground, "Dead...dead!"

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, they never imagined that the regent could kill Vice-General Wang so easily in front of everyone.

Their eyes all fell on Jiu Que.

Just looking at the young man who looked like a sharp long sword sitting casually on the high platform, his black robe was spread all over the floor, like a blooming ink lotus, and his bright red lips raised a beautiful smile. Curved, with traces of coldness hidden in the eyes.

It's like a ecstasy messenger from hell, cold-blooded and ruthless.

He only heard the clear voice, and he said, "Who else wants to try?"

All the soldiers were uneasy.

Right now, in southern Xinjiang, the king regent took the life of Vice General Wang without hesitation, and he was not afraid of the army of millions led by Vice General Wang outside.

It seems that in his eyes these army are just a group of ants, or maybe he is a lunatic who does whatever he wants.

This is a dangerous man.

The generals came to this conclusion.

They finally knelt down in unison, and bowed devoutly to Jiu Que, "I dare not act recklessly!"

After Qingyange gnawed the last rabbit head, she washed her hands with clean water beside her and said, "Then who of you will come and see this memorial?"

Just at this moment, a man in a maroon gown crawled to the middle, he stuttered and said, "At the end... the end will be fine."

The man in front of him is the third in command of Southern Xinjiang, known as the Red General.

Because he especially likes red clothes, he even wears red armor on the battlefield.

He said it was the color of blood and could arouse his blood.

Jiu Que's thin lips hooked lightly, "Read."

The Red General opened the memorial tremblingly. He was about to read the content of the memorial, but his eyes suddenly fell on the place where the signature was signed. His expression changed, and he quickly said: "Regent... Regent, we don't have such a person here. ..."

Jiu Que raised his eyebrows, raised his thin lips casually, "What?"

General Hong quickly said, "There is no one named Li Yuan in southern Xinjiang..."

There was a trace of darkness in Jiu Que's eyes, as if he didn't believe it at all.

The Red General kowtowed and said in a panic, "The last general... The last general never lied. I don't believe you... Regent, you can ask other people. If you don't believe us, you can also go to the street and ask the people. Among our generals in southern Xinjiang, there really is no one like Li Yuan!"

How could someone who was not a general reveal such a shocking secret to the capital?
(End of this chapter)