"Of course I will remember it!"
Chu Liang spoke loudly like a reflex, then paused slightly.
At that moment, many thoughts flashed through his heart.
It's like when I was in school, I didn't finish my composition assignment, but the teacher asked me to stand up and read it aloud.
He had to say something, but he wasn't sure whether it would be a blessing or a curse.
With his mind racing, he stood up and continued to reply: "It's just that the general misunderstood. I didn't do anything."
"No?" Jing Wuya's eyes looked over, "That Concubine Li is so beautiful and beautiful. She was once a famous beauty in Canglang City. Can you resist the temptation?"
"Concubine Li came here just now, but I rejected her on the spot." Chu Liang followed his words and chatted.
In this case, Jing Wuya's ban should be related to the concubine.
"Hmm..." Jing Wuya nodded and said: "Although I asked you to study the monarch's behavior and speech for a period of time, it is only external after all. There are many truly private occasions that we don't know about. If you are exposed to those If the valets and concubines notice something is wrong with you, they will cause trouble for no reason."
"My subordinates know." Chu Liang responded.
"Right now, the people of Fuyao cannot accept the change of dynasty, and they need you to take over for some time. After a while, when both the government and the public accept the leadership of this general, you will be able to retire with success. In the hall of the new Fuyao country, There should be a place for you." Jing Wuya said again.
Draw a cake for me.
When you actually usurp the throne and take power, can you keep this person who knows your secret? I'm afraid it's true that there are no intact corpses.
Chu Liang sneered in his heart but still said: "I know this, and I will definitely try my best."
Jing Wuya nodded again and was about to leave.
Suddenly Chu Liang raised his eyes and said, "General, can I see Xue Lingxue again?"
"Huh?" Jing Wuya turned back sharply, his eyes piercing with murderous intent.
Seeing Chu Liang lower his head again, Jing Wuya said: "You didn't talk so much before... You have been the king for only a day, and you have already started to make demands? Do you really think you are Han Lingshou?"
"I don't dare! General, forgive me!" Chu Liang apologized repeatedly. He also knew that raising this question rashly might arouse Jing Wuya's vigilance, but if he didn't mention it this time, who knew when he would ask again next time, so He just took the risk and asked.
Faced with Jing Wuya's question, he took two steps back and cowered and replied: "This subordinate is just a humble official. It is a great honor to be able to follow the general's great cause. I dare not ask for anything."
"It's just that my subordinates are thinking, if the real monarch is here, how can they let go of this golden opportunity of Miss Xue coming to tour? No matter what, I have to invite her to meet. This is what my subordinates did without authorization in order to play this identity well. It's just some speculation. If the general doesn't like it, then my subordinates will no longer make their own decisions in the future."
After he finished speaking, there was a long silence.
Jing Wuya looked at Chu Liang's frightened look, and it didn't look like he was faking it at all, so he dispelled his doubts.
After a while, he turned around and said: "You did a good job, I will also consider this matter. During this period of time in the palace, just continue to be careful."
"I obey," Chu Liang responded.
When Jing Wuya strode out of the palace, Chu Liang's expression changed from shrinking and humble to indifferent. As a young performing artist with many years of experience in performing arts, this kind of small scene was too easy for him.
He is just playing a person who is playing the role of a king. With this depth of character, he can complete the psychological construction in the blink of an eye.
Only if you are familiar with it.
After fooling Jing Wu Ya away, he first took out the concubine Li who was tied up with the demon-binding rope, and woke her up with a touch of the heavenly spirit.
"Don't be anxious yet, listen to me..." Chu Liang was about to explain to her.
Seeing Concubine Li's charming eyes, she suddenly said: "The slave family is not in a hurry... Haha, it's really ridiculous. Just now, the slave family heard Your Majesty speak like that and thought you were lying..."
She glanced at the rope around her.
"No one else can be as skillful as your Majesty."
…
Okay.
Han Lingshou, an old boy, is also a bit perverted in his daily life.
However, as the king of this land of Fuyao, it is not unexpected to do anything.
In this outrageous way, Concubine Li believed in his identity. There was no need for Chu Liang to explain his identity to her, otherwise it would be bad if the news got out.
So he rolled his sleeves and said, "I was really too sad just now to care about him."
"Your Majesty, it turns out that you value friendship so much..." Concubine Li looked at Chu Liang and said, "Since Your Majesty has some free time now, let's continue. But please, Your Majesty, please don't hit me on the head anymore. I've already been beaten." I'm fainted...if I want to fight, I'd better..."
then what?
Chu Liang had a dark look on his face.
"It's better to use a whip." Li Fei said dazedly, "The slave family likes that."
You must be the ones in the palace who know how to play.
Chu Liang looked at her with poisonous gas on her head and thought to herself: How do you know I have a whip? She really needs to be detoxified.
At this moment, a knock on the door was suddenly heard outside.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
"...
"Chu Liang felt his blood surge. Is this Fuyao Kingdom's palace a vegetable market?
Why would anyone come and take a look when they have nothing to do?
He asked aloud: "Who?"
"Your Majesty, the beef whip, wolfberry and fresh oyster soup prepared by Concubine Li is ready. Your servant is here to deliver the soup." The palace servants responded from outside.
Good guy.
Chu Liang was shocked when he heard the name of the soup. Is your concubine not a saint from the Hehuan Sect?
Concubine Li over there had been poisoned by the demon-binding rope and seemed to be unconscious.
Chu Liang stuffed her back under the bed and called, "Come in."
I saw a palace servant wearing a hat with his head lowered and carrying a dinner plate. He walked in with small steps and put the dinner plate on the table respectfully. He didn't dare to raise his eyes, as if he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.
It's unlucky to do things in this palace. Chu Liang glanced at the palace man sympathetically, and then said: "You can go down first."
"Yes." The palace man nodded and said at the same time: "The empress has ordered that this soup should be drunk while it is hot."
As he spoke, he opened the lid of the divine soup, and wisps of aroma wafted out.
Chu Liang sniffed it and immediately realized something was wrong.
With the strength of his current seventh-level physical body and the black-winged divine dragon body, it is impossible for ordinary poisonous gas to shake him at all. But the smell actually made him feel dazed for a moment.
Quite a poisonous gas.
Han Lingshou himself might not be able to resist this strange poison.
Is there a ghost in this palace?
Chu Liang was deep in thought, paused, then flopped down, pretending to be poisoned, and prepared to see what the purpose of the visitor was.
"snort."
Seeing that Chu Liang was stunned, the palace man snorted coldly and raised his head, revealing his entire face.
His face looked like Han Lingshou's!
Another one?
Chu Liang was surprised, but he was sure that this person was definitely not the real Han Lingshou. Because his body and expression were completely different, and it was impossible for the real king to return to the palace.
This is the fourth king of Canglang City now!
Apart from being surprised, he also found it a little funny.
As the saying goes, there are no two days in the sky and no two masters in the country. Fuyao country is really lucky that such a perverted king can gather a table of mahjong tiles.
Just being in this palace is enough for a landlord fight.
I saw the new "fake king" taking off his palace clothes, and underneath he also had a set of yellow robes that had been prepared. He pushed Chu Liang under the bed and sat on the desk again.
After a while, I heard him calling: "Come here!"
Then there was a crash of footsteps of guards entering, and they all shouted: "Your Majesty."
The fake king flicked his sleeves and said, "Pass my message and send someone to invite Miss Xue Lingxue to enter the palace!"
good evening.
(End of chapter)
