"Sir, if uncle Duan is willing to surrender, will Uncle Zheng spare his life?"
"Then your highness... Is it Uncle Gong Duan or Uncle Zheng?"
——
Chu Yan knew it when the cane was stuck on the desk——
The Taifu's trouble today was a killing spree ordered by the East Palace.
He lowered his eyes to hide the sharpness in his eyes, letting the cane leave blood marks on his arm.
Until the thorny rattan was blocked by a black sleeve.
Xie Weilou rubbed Taifu's fingers and chuckled:
"If a thousand-mile horse is humiliated in the hands of slaves, it will eventually die in a stable."
Amid the uproar in the whole hall, Chu Yan looked at the blood dripping on "Zuo Zhuan" - the word "gram" was dyed into a dark red.
"I want more than just to survive."
"What a coincidence, what Xie taught was exactly... Treason."
The gentle scum, the powerful minister, is not crazy enough to attack him. If he is crazy, he will be shocked and suffer protons.
Xie Weilou (alias Linyuan) x Chu Yan (alias Zicheng)
◆ Reading instructions
1. Wei Yan is sensationalist. If you don't dismantle it, you won't reverse it. If you don't dismantle it, you won't reverse it. If you don't dismantle it, you won't reverse it. If you don't dismantle it, you won't reverse it. (Say important things three times). There is no cp in this article except Wei Yan's sensationalism.
2. The protagonist's behavior does not represent the author's views
3. Stop updating and revising the text.
Happy eating to everyone?
"This is not a revenge story - it's two sane lunatics dancing the most elegant tango in a power arena."
——Advance and retreat are all calculations, and every touch is a temptation.
Intention: Get out of the darkness and welcome the light