MTL - Luoyang Brocade-~ Yan Wang's Yan Wang (2)

. Don't come to be fake. I am on the road like this, isn’t it right for you? ”

The emperor's grandmother was in power, and his temperament became more and more majestic, and he was not angry. He told the several servants standing on the side: "A few of you haven't heard it? You are not coming over to serve the King of Yan."

The insiders swarmed up and "served" Yan Wang to wash it clean and put on new clothes.

Yan Wang struggled, simply no longer need that effort, sneer and let people "serving".

When I arrived at the Zixiao Temple, when Yan Wang saw the old and unrecognizable emperor, not only did not have a little bit of embarrassment, but smiled strangely.

First, I opened my mouth, and then the laughter grew louder and louder. In the end, I even laughed with tears.

The emperor was sullen, so he looked at Yan Wang and laughed.

Yan Wang laughed and shed tears, and did not rub. He stood up and looked at the emperor lying on the bed. He neither squatted nor asked for mercy: "The father has made up his mind to kill me. Why do you want people? Will you call me into the palace? Do you want to see the last side of my counter?"

The emperor's smug face was iron and blue, and he said with a grin: "Reverse! I ask you not to be thin. You are a young boy, and Xu is a queen. You have been hurting you. Xu Queen has a loss and has abandoned her." After the position, I have never angered you half a point, still like you in the past."

"How can you return it?"

"Hey, trust you, listen to your advice and take you to the palace to live with your heart. You secretly colluded with An Wang, instructing people to assassinate 朕 and Prince..."

"It’s not appropriate for the father to say this!" Yan Wang sternly interrupted the emperor: "I really want to kill my eldest brother. However, the sword that stabbed the father, but I personally blocked it. If I have the heart to ask the father Life, you can stand by."

The emperor sneered: "You still want to give you support, thinking that the Prince will die, you will be a prince. How can you be willing to die, how can you be willing to make a good opportunity?"

"The father wants to think so, I have nothing to say."

Yan Wang shrugged indifferently: "If you become a king, you lose, and I will let the father of the emperor dispose of it. The father wants to give me poisonous wine, or will I let me go to the execution ground and cut my head?"

His eyes swept and fell on the table next to him. There is a tray on the table with a jug of wine on the tray.

"It seems that the father is preparing poison wine for me. Yeah, if you die, you can still have a whole body, and you will be decent in the underground."

The emperor was stunned and sighed again and again.

Yan Wang laughed mockingly: "It’s all the time, and it’s still showing how to show it to others? It’s not been a long time since the father’s emperor. I will go to the ground to wait for you. Soon, our family I can reunite under Jiuquan."

"You...you are the actor! You are mistaken for you, and you are wrong!"

The emperor squatted a few words, and the black eyes were fainted.

The emperor’s brow, who had been standing next to him, wrinkled and immediately called Wei Yanjin.

After Wei Yan came in, he saw that the emperor had a pan-green color, and his heart was not good. He was busy with the first aid.

The emperor's illness, the most can not be angry and angry, every time coma, for the emperor is a ghost gate. Once the treatment is not awake, it will immediately return to life.

For a time, the Purple Temple was a mess.

The culprit that caused all this is nothing to be done.

Yan Wang looked at the cold eyes for a moment, then walked to the table under the glance of the guards of the Yulin, and poured a glass of wine on his own, and drank it.

The poisonous wine was extremely toxic. Just as soon as it entered the stomach, Yan Wang’s face was black.

The burning heat in the stomach is followed by the pain of the bones.

If Yan Wang did not feel it, he praised "good wine." I poured another cup and drank it in the mouth.

His eyes began to darken.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

Yeah, just let go!

From now on, I can sleep in the ground and reunite with my mother. You don't have to worry about drilling the calculations. You don't have to worry about your father. You don't have to worry about it with the DPRK officials.

Yan Wang’s body swayed and fell to the ground. (To be continued.)