Chapter 242 The Dignified Emperor Serves People with Sex

Raise a few young and beautiful faces...

Xiao Yu's face instantly darkened.

He stared at Shen Jiang: "You know my bottom line."

Shen Jiang pushed Xiao Yu's hand away and sneered: "Then you should also know about my ambition!"

She approached Xiao Yu, her red phoenix eyes were beautiful but sharp: "You have served me for twenty years, and your performance on the phoenix couch is pretty good. I also like this skin very much. Considering the past friendship, if I say Emperor, I will definitely leave you a place of honor..."

Fingers wearing golden engraved armor carelessly brushed Xiao Yu's brows.

The warm autumn sun gave the two people a gentle and affectionate illusion, as if they were a pair of empresses who were very loving.

Xiao Yu held her hand.

Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Not happy?"

Xiao Yu's face was expressionless: "Who are you humiliating? Humiliating yourself? The Shen Jiang I know is by no means a sentimental person."

A layer of angry blush quickly appeared on Shen Jiang's fair cheeks.

Her chest rose and fell violently, making Xiao Yu even more displeased.

The wide sleeves that touched the ground swept across Xiao Yu's cheek sharply, and she actually made a desperate move on the emperor!

Xiao Yu's face remained calm, as if he was accustomed to her behavior.

He blocked sideways, but his moves were as lukewarm as water.

The sound of a move soon resounded in the hall.

Nan Baoyi and the other female officials looked at the emperor and empress dumbfounded.

The two people started arguing as they talked, and started fighting after arguing, as if fighting was just a common occurrence for them in the past twenty years.

Nan Baoyi regretted it very much and said softly: "I wouldn't have mentioned the matter of face if I had known."

If the emperor is beaten to death by Queen Shen, the sin will be huge...

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Xiao Yu hit the Bogu shelf hard.

Precious bottles and antiques were smashed to the ground, leaving a mess all over the floor.

He was coughing violently, his face was as pale as paper, and his figure was shaky.

Shen Jiang fluttered his sleeves and stood calmly in the autumn sun.

The phoenix robe is swaying, and the elegance is unparalleled.

She smiled: "If it were twenty years ago, I would definitely not be your opponent. It's just Xiao Yu, these twenty years have worn away all your fighting spirit and vigor, and also broken your body. Now you, You're just a dog that's dying. Are you worthy of fighting with me? What kind of young emperor, what kind of overlord of the world, Xiao Yu, you are no different from the male favorite who comes and goes when I call you. The majestic emperor, How ridiculous it is that Israel serves people!”

Her bright red lips said the most heart-wrenching words in the world.

Xiao Yu was like a fragile piece of white paper, slowly sliding to the ground.

He coughed, and blood flowed on the ground, staining his uniform red.

Shen Jiang glanced at the blood and looked away indifferently: "It's an eyesore for dirtying my bedroom. Drag it down."

Xiao Yu gasped and looked at her through the gap between his eyelashes: "Shen Jiang..."

The other party no longer wanted to listen to him and turned around expressionlessly.

Xiao Yu looked deeply at her back until he was helped away by several palace maids.

Nan Baoyi watched intently.

She has read the history of Dayong.

Xiao Yu, who ascended the throne as a young man, is an outstanding scholar in both literary and military skills.

When Shen Xingshu led his army to conquer various countries, Shen Jiang accompanied him as a military advisor, but the vanguard was Xiao Yu, who was still the prince.

History books say that Xiao Yu was invincible on all battlefields, riding on a jade lion that illuminated the night and holding a Tai'a sword. Although Shen Jiang's plans were meritorious, many of them were tricky and complicated and ordinary generals could not cooperate at all. Only Xiao Yu perfectly cooperated with all her strategies.

Because of the annexation of many countries in a row, Shen Jiang became famous, and Xiao Yu's name spread throughout the world, frightening the enemy.

After he ascended the throne, he was recognized as the young overlord by all the countries, and all the Dayong families placed their hopes on regaining their territory and pacifying the world.

But no one expected that the young emperor would suddenly delegate power to the queen.

Twenty years have passed like smoke, and the Zhaoye Jade Lion who followed him in the south and north has long since died of old age.

Tai'a Jian, who accompanied him, was even missing.

He has faded away all traces of being a hegemon, leaving only the rumors of the past, becoming a swan song in the streets and alleys of the people...

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyelashes, finding it difficult to associate the frail man just now with the high-spirited young overlord back then.

While he was lost in thought, Shen Jiang turned to them with an expression that did not distinguish between joy and anger: "Does it look good?"

Nan Baoyi and others quickly put down the memorials in their hands and knelt down one after another.

Nan Baoyi was so courageous that he couldn't restrain his curiosity and whispered: "The empress just said that twenty years ago, you were no match for the emperor... Over the years, the emperor's body has become weaker and weaker. Is it because of illness? But? The ministers were walking in the palace and did not hear that the emperor was ill..."

Shen Jiang looked at her.

The girl's head dropped further.

Shen Jiang sneered: "Nan Qing, from your tone, could it be that you suspect that I poisoned the emperor, which caused his current weakness?"

Nan Baoyi put his head to the ground: "I don't dare."

Shen Jiang picked up a cup of tea and drank it.

She threw the tea bowl on the desk and said in a cold voice: "I won't use poison to deal with him, I'm not that dirty! I don't want him to die of illness, I just want him to watch the Xiao family's empire. By naming him, I just want him to live well until the end and suffer well until the end!"

The woman's voice seemed to be quenched with poison.

Yin and cold penetrate into the bones.

Nan Baoyi stared at the glazed floor tiles decorated with golden lotuses.

She believed what Queen Shen said.

However, the emperor's illness was really strange. She had stayed with Brother Jiang for a few years and knew a little bit about medicine. She looked at the emperor and saw that he seemed to be anemic...

But how could a man of ninety-five years of age, enjoying all the wealth and honor in the world, be anemic?

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Coming out of Kunning Palace, Chang Xin greeted him.

Nan Baoyi rubbed his forehead, looked in the direction of Shangyang Palace, and said, "If we don't go back to Shangyang Palace today, let's go to Brother Jiang's small house to spend the night."

Changxin immediately laughed: "I don't like to go to Shangyang Palace either. Except for the master, I don't like the princess to be involved with other gentlemen!"

Because she is afraid that the bumpy ride will affect her unborn baby, Nan Baoyi often rides in a long-brimmed carriage recently.

Walking through the streets and markets, Chang'an is still noisy.

She was concentrating on reading the book when Changxin suddenly reminded: "Princess, we are passing by Zuihuayin, and the master is also up there."

Nan Baoyi looked up.

This is still the place where the second brother and the others meet and have banquets.

The beauties on the pavilion stood aside, and some gentlemen and girls from aristocratic families were sitting. In addition to the Pei family couple, Zhou family brothers and others, there were also some young men from aristocratic families and children from poor families that she didn't know.

The second elder brother was sitting in the middle, playing with a wine cup, leaning on his forehead and listening to the music.

A beautiful and graceful girl with a slim waist in a skirt and a pipa in her arms, and another dignified and graceful girl holding a transverse flute, played "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" together.

But their minds were not on the music.

As he bounced, he would raise his eyelashes from time to time and peek at his second brother with his watery eyes, affectionate and timid, revealing a bit of the shyness unique to a daughter's family.

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