Li Ao really can't hold it.

Li Chen returned to Beijing's first sword, and was chopped the ancestral government. This was beyond everyone's unexpected.

But Li Ao is really not so idle to think so much. He is so angry that he is shaking, because he understands that once the decree is executed, Li Chen himself is hated by the royal family of the clan.

But Li Chen is Chu Jun and Prince, and he will inherit Dadong.

The royal family has lost blood for more than 300 years of the emperor's power for more than 300 years. In the face of more than 300 years of rare strong collective princes, in addition to being beeping in private, they say that they are not painful and itchy.

Outside of complaints, nothing can be done.

But they can force themselves to death.

Li Ao has been in the prefecture for decades. Of course, it is clear that the group of relatives and relatives of the emperors can not deal with others, but they are all ruthless people who can fight all the way, as if the imperial power cut off their claws.

Let them vent their fiercely to each other who was the same as the End of the End of the World.

And how can you have a good end of his own figurine?

Although I am ninety years old, I have a good life for a few days, but who has no children and grandchildren?

Li Ao must not tolerate his descendants to death by the group of relatives and relatives after his death.

"Prince!"

Li Ao stared at Li Chen's eyes, and he decided to go lonely.

"If the prince is lonely, he will go to death in front of the Qianqing Palace emperor dragon couch!"

Li Ao originally thought that he had a threat of his life, and could make Li Chen vote for a rat, but he did not expect that Li Chen heard that he wanted to throw it over, "Go slowly."

When Li Ao widened his eyes, Li Chen asked intimately, "Can you still have a moving channel? Can't walk to send a few eunuchs in this palace to carry you to the Qing Palace, is it okay?"

Li Ao just felt that the whole person was dark, and the whole person was like being pumped into the spine bone.

After all, the age of ninety is old, and Li Ao looks like a little more than when he just looks like.

But Li Chen was not soft -hearted.

The reason why he returned to Beijing's first sword to cut it on the prefecture of the ancestors was to tell everyone that Lao Tzu even killed even his own family, and there was no difference between the emperor's relatives and Pingmin Cao mustard.

Wait for Lao Tzu to cut them one by one.

Li Ao, who had no face to face, Li Chen just looked at Li Canglan's eyes.

The latter felt Li Chen's eyes, and his body trembled.

At this moment, he only regrets why he will participate in this muddy water.

Although King Wen's threat could not resist, but Li Chen's Huanghuang sword light fell, where can he run?

To put it plainly, I am still a knife. I am a fish.

In the general trend, Li Canglan knew that he had no room for struggle.

He must have finished himself. The only thing he is looking for is Li Chenneng's children and grandchildren of this pulse.

After thinking about this, Li Canglan smiled bitterly, and did not wait for Li Chen to speak, he knelt and said, "Follow His Royal Highness."

Li Wanlan's reaction made Li Chen save a lot of things. The ancestors bowed their heads and softened, so others were jumping on her feet again to see Li Ao's end. There is no probability that he has no courage to continue to make waves.

If there is, Li Chen doesn't mind cleaning the Zongren's Mansion.
Chapter completed!