In the first sentence of the opening of the Emperor Da Xing, the atmosphere in the palace was solemnated.

Zhao Xuanji lowered his eyebrows and answered softly: "Forgive sins, the old ministers dare not."

"Don't dare?"

The Emperor Da Xing sneered, got up to Zhao Xuanji, and said, "What's there, you dare not dare?"

Zhao Xuanji lowered his head, and he could see the lower body of the big line emperor at hand.

The Emperor of the Da Xing was very weak, and even when he kept standing up, his body was trembling slightly. Obviously, just standing alone, the Emperor of the Daxing Emperor had to maintain this posture.

But this is such an old man like a candle and fire in the wind. As long as he opens his eyes and does not breathe for a day, then the rivers and mountains of this big Qin will not be turned over.

"You bury your teacher Ninzhi and Leopard in the New Year case.

Do you dare? "

The words of the Emperor Da Xing, the words are like a knife, killing Zhao Xuanji's heart.

Zhao Xuan's head suddenly looked up, looking back at the king, and said: "These, the holy knows that the holy knows that the old minister is just a knife in the Holy Sheng's hands. Now the old minister wants to do something by himself, why?"

"If the prince is not aggressive, how can the old minister be desperate? It is the prince that the prince will not let the old minister work alone, but the old minister does not want to die."

The emperor of the big line sneered, and the weak and thin face was all indifferent and ruthless. He said: "The king wants to die, the court has to die, the prince is the son of my son, and he will take over the throne of his emperor.

Can't you die? "

Why can't you die in a sentence?

Zhao Xuan's laugh laughed, and said, "So the old ministers and the old ministers will be buried in the Holy Holy?"

"The old minister has entered the official for more than forty years, and he bowed to the court for more than forty years. When, there is only one end of the end?"

"You can never die."

The Emperor Da Xing stared at Zhao Xuanji tightly, and Emperor Haoran began. The oily body was out of magnificent momentum. It was like a vast river, and Zhao Xuanji was overwhelmed.

"But your wings, I have to cut it for the prince."

Zhao Xuan's eyes widened, looking at the Emperor Da Xing, and lost his voice: "Holy, do you want to squeeze the last value of the old minister?"

"Old ministers are here, and they can attract the attention of the prince. The old minister and the prince are still fighting, and the prince will not make it easy?"

The emperor of the big bank laughed, "Shoufu, understand the heart most."

Although he was laughing, but the smile made Zhao Xuan shudder.

"The Holy Master has used the old minister for decades, and in the end, still refuses to let go of the old minister?"

Zhao Xuanji could hardly suppress the surging anger and hatred in his heart.

"Because of you, I am used to bowing their heads and low habits."

Although the volume of the Emperor Da Xing is light, each word has the power of Mount Tai.

"You are greedy, love right, you can live, you will never think about it. If you live, you have power. The most important thing is that you have ambitions, you always think you can overcome the imperial power."

A pair of eyes of the Emperor Da Xing directly tied directly into Zhao Xuan's heart, as if he could remove his flesh at a glance, and see the internal organs inside.
Chapter completed!