"Well, let's see what Yang Guang's son is doing tomorrow?"

Yu Wenshang waved his hand and asked everyone to retreat.

In the palace, Yang Guang sat upright in the study, looking at a small bottle in front of him, his eyes constantly changing.

"If you can't be remembered forever, then you will be infamous for thousands of years!"

Yang Guang narrowed his eyes and showed a cruel smile.

"The sacrificial pill is colorless and tasteless, soluble in wine and vegetables. If you touch the lips, you will be poisoned. There will be no abnormality at first. If there is no antidote, after half an hour, the poison will penetrate the intestines, and the master will definitely die."

Thinking of Chu Yang's introduction to this poison, Yang Guang murmured, "I hope what you said is true, right?"

In the palace, he cleverly arranged the sect. When the night was late, he came to the wine cellar alone.

A drop was poured into each jar of wine and then quietly returned.

When he returned to the study room again, he suddenly stopped and said quietly: "Who is it?"

"Yangzhou Chu Mansion, Qin Qiong, is ordered by the Lord of the Palace and wait for the order."

Qin Qiong walked out of the darkness.

"You're the only one?"

Yang Guang frowned.

"There are thirty-six masters!"

Qin Qiong did not kneel down, with a calm expression and a very indifferent tone.

"What a big deal, you made me even more determined!"

Yang Guang nodded.

The next day, the ribbons were flying and the gongs and drums were roaring.

The entire Luoyang city was filled with joy.

In the palace, cups and plates are listed, and the ministers are doing it.

Outside the palace, Yang Guang consigned all the retainers to come to the banquet and set up eight hundred tables.
Chapter completed!