The dragon chair in Jinluan Palace hurt his lower back. Li Cheng stared at the eunuch Cheng Yu who was giving him a half salute at the foot of Danqi, and then glanced at Concubine Liu behind the curtain who lowered her eyes and fiddled with her armor - how could this be the emperor's morning court? It was clearly a stage for a pack of wolves to hunt. Three days ago he was still a member of the 996 community, and now he has become the last emperor of the Jing Dynasty. Beidi's wolf flag has been planted outside Yanmen Pass, and the soldiers of the Anzhou camp are saying, "It's time to change the sky when the dragon's energy is gone." Even Yang Yi, the commander of the imperial army, is shaking when handing him the paper.
'Your Majesty, it's time to approve the "Edict on Reducing Fu".
' Cheng Liao reminded in a high-pitched voice.
Li Cheng touched the cold shell of the modern mobile phone in his sleeve - is this broken dynasty going to end?
First, ask him if he has a master's degree in modern political science if he agrees!
