Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chu Ze narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Tell me, what are you trying to do to gain advantage by continuing this idle talk tonight?"

Changle blinked, her smile widened, but her tone became softer: "Uncle, you are joking. How dare I covet any 'benefits'? However... if Uncle insists on thinking this way, I can't argue. At most, I want to ask for a favor, as a reward for loyalty from Uncle, how about it?"

The voice was deliberately soft and tender, as if he was deliberately acting like a spoiled child, and it also carried a hint of threat that was both real and fake. Chu Ze's eyes darkened, and the smile on his face became even colder, "Loyalty? You really dare to flatter yourself. Last night, your 'loyal' staff just ran away with the letter of treason, and today you come here to speak like this, do you really think that my eyes and ears are useless?"

Changle's eyes turned slightly, without showing any panic. Instead, the indifference made Chu Ze's suppressed anger even more strange.

"I know how sad your majesty will be if this news reaches you," she sighed softly, and the moment she raised her eyes, her eyes sparkled, "but I swear to heaven that this letter was not written by my order. Moreover..."

She took a step forward, boldly approaching Chu Ze, only an arm's length away. The special tenderness of her lotus steps could not be ignored. "If it weren't for me, the 'enemy-collaborating court lady', who urgently alerted the police, how would you know that the guards at the premature ejaculation gate were led into the palace by foreign thieves yesterday?"

This statement was both a sophistry and a hint, as if all the suspicions against her were somewhat unjust. And if anyone dared to stand close to Chu Ze, it would be enough to make the maid who accompanied the servants gasp for breath.

"Noisy." Chu Ze turned around and swung his sleeves, not wanting to let this woman force him to give in in this way. The wind blew the candlelight in the Imperial Garden, and even the faint fragrance of plum blossoms blew in his ears. He quickened his pace again.

"How dare you. You are trying to incite this matter by trying to shift the blame to me. In fact, Changle is making fun of you and wants to be angry? The child relaxed his tone and the one who blocked him bumped into the bed."

Chu Ze shook off Chang Le with steady and decisive steps. His wide sleeves fluttered like a blade, shaking the flames of the lanterns burning brightly in the imperial garden. His back was as cold as a knife, and every step exuded an unyielding majesty, as if he wanted to crush all the provocations with the stone path under his feet.

Changle, however, treated this solemnity as a leisurely inkstone. She slightly retracted her eyelashes, hiding the interest in her eyes - the more Chu Ze was so blunt, the more it showed how accurately she had ignited the gunpowder this time. "Uncle, please don't be so stingy." She raised her voice, with a hint of teasing, "It's a deserted night, are you afraid that your servant won't hear your true words?"

Chu Ze paused for a moment, and then turned around, his cold eyes piercing Changle. Although this look was piercingly cold, it made Changle feel a little more interested. She pretended to frown, as if she couldn't stand the emperor's aura: "Uncle Emperor's look makes me feel like I have committed a heinous crime."

"Crime?" Chu Ze sneered, raised his jade-like fingers towards her, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Changle, in front of me, it's best to use words other than 'loyalty'. I really don't intend to forgive the 'crime' of collaborating with the enemy."

His words were like a heavy stone thrown into a pool of dead water, pressing down with deep coldness. However, Changle knew very well that when the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty spoke such cold words to someone, it was the highest courtesy among punishments. Because if it were someone else, they would have been killed instead of being stained by the moonlight in the imperial garden. "Collaborating with the enemy?" Changle smiled after hearing this, and suddenly glanced at the place where the moonlight was pouring, and sighed softly, "I really don't know whether I should feel ashamed or thankful first. I am ashamed that today I have become a cold plum blossom swaying suspiciously in the wind. I am thankful that at least my life at the moment still has some time to breathe because of 'collaborating with the enemy'."

Chu Ze stared at her. The Canglong, who was only in his early twenties, looked like an ancient god who had chosen the world through the snow. His voice was still as calm as water, but it was shrouded in a bit of sarcasm: "You are really similar to this cold plum. You are such a stubborn branch, even if it is blown by the wind and pressed by the snow, you can still laugh and say that it is not a big deal. But, have you ever heard of 'too arrogant is a demon'?"

"Too arrogant?" Changle smiled and took a half step forward in the cold and murderous atmosphere. "I deeply appreciate your advice, but please allow me to add a sentence. If Bing Zhongxue Han is a demon, I only wish to be the only demon in front of your uncle."

Such bold words are like dipping a paint brush into paint, splashing out fearlessness.

"Heh." Chu Ze couldn't help but chuckle. That smile was light, but it went straight to his heart. "You're not afraid of death? Good, very good." He suddenly approached her, one step, two steps, three steps, until there was only a sleeve's distance between them. "Changle, I will kill you, not because of this sentence, nor because of the letter of treason."

Changle tilted her head, but almost found that her shoulder was being held down by him without any gentleness. She leaned back slightly, as if she could not bear the cold pressure, her eyebrows trembled slightly, her lips slightly raised, still smiling: "Oh? Then why didn't the uncle emperor take action yet? Besides - if I kill you tonight, the people watching... I'm afraid they will envy me. After all, being killed by the master of the world is an honor worthy of being inscribed on a monument, right?"

"Shut up." Chu Ze shouted in a low voice, and the coldness almost frosted the air. His hand suddenly loosened, and he turned around again, "I will kill you, but I will just choose the right time to do it. Alive? You'd better remember, Changle, you don't have to shamelessly use your "honor" to bargain in front of me. I will just turn your blood into firewood to burn the onlookers."

Changle finally calmed down a little, "It seems that the uncle's anger has not been extinguished, but my life is still temporarily saved." She gently rolled up her sleeves and took a step back as smoothly as water. She apologized, but her words were more gentle, "I really envy those who can be kept warm by the uncle's fire. However, I am just afraid that if this kind of life is given by me, I am afraid that the road ahead will be even colder."

Chu Ze's face was as gloomy as the sky. He took a deep breath and felt that the woman in front of him was born to stir up trouble. She had a unique wildness and sharpness among women. In his eyes, this untamable edge was like a rebellious blade on one side, but on the other side, it revealed a hint of coquettishness that made people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the guards shouted from a distance: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, it's bad! The commander-in-chief of the Jinwu Guards suddenly lost his hand and rebelled against the court!"

Chu Ze's eyes suddenly flashed like an eagle, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, he put his hands behind his back and walked out: "Changle," he whispered without turning his head, "I kept you alive because I wanted the lights at night. Don't think that this love will last forever." Then, the dragon robe quickly disappeared from the place where Changle's eyes were. (End of this chapter)