Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 174 Four Villains Crematorium 6
Sang Yu opened her eyes abruptly, and the passers-by looked over.

I saw the man in front of me, his face was as beautiful as snow, and his dark black pupils were as cold as the cold moonlight, untouched by the world and dust.

Regent - Sang Yu.

No one in this world has ever seen him smile sincerely.

Everything I've seen is dead.

In fact, Sang Yu is not of royal blood, but the adoptive son of the Supreme Emperor. He was ordered by the former emperor to assist the original owner in governing Sangyun Kingdom.

But the original owner coveted him everywhere, suppressed him in many ways, and tried every means to take the power from him.

Just such a little villain with no plot in the early stage, he competed with Cang Heng for the world in the later stage, successfully took Sang Yun Kingdom from Cang Heng, and became the emperor himself.

Tsk tsk, they are all ruthless people.

"You said he is also the villain I want to attack?"

[Yes, Xiaoyu, I also detected the aura of the boss on him...]

38 scratched his head in bewilderment. It once suspected that the system was wrong, but after repeated tests, Sang Yu did have the aura of a big boss.

After getting the correct answer, Sang Yu frowned and looked at Sang Yu again.

Sang Yu has a beautiful appearance, dressed in white clothes, making her look like a lofty god, cold and distant.

Sleepy, cough cough...

Sang Yu sat up from the queen's arms with a serious look on her face: "The queen will go out first. I and the regent have important things to talk about."

The queen followed suit and walked out.

Sang Yu looked at Sang Yu in amazement: "How old is the emperor?"

She looked at him, her watery peach blossom eyes curved down like crescent moons. The black and white of her eyes were not clear, giving people a hazy feeling that seemed to be drunk but not drunk.

Sang Yu's eyelashes drooped, not respectful, but indifferent.

"I'm twenty and five."

25 years old, just the right age for youth.

"Does the royal uncle have any wives or concubines in his palace?"

Sang Yu raised his eyelashes.

The four eyes met, and those eyes seemed to be able to see everything about her.

Sang Yu held her face with her small hands and looked at him with a smile: "I just feel that I have been neglecting the emperor for a long time, and I want to care about him."

Sang Yu returned his gaze, his expression did not change at all because of her words, and his voice remained shallow: "No."

"It's such a pity." Sang Yu stood up and walked briskly to him, "The emperor is so good-looking, why doesn't he have any wives?"

Sang Yu's dark pupils reflected the smile of the opposite person.

Although he was obviously regretful, the expression on his face looked very happy.

Sang Yu's expression was calm, his knuckle fingers lightly wrapped up his snow-white long sleeves, he leaned slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and said softly, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."

After all, he turned to leave.

The attitude is indifferent to the extreme.

Why did you leave?
Sang Yu hurriedly chased after him, grabbed the flowing sleeve of his sleeve, "Don't go, Uncle Huang."

Sang Yu turned his eyes slightly and stared at the hands on his sleeves, his eyes cold and obviously displeased.

Perhaps because of her identity, she didn't do anything.

Sang Yu also grasped this point, and unscrupulously took advantage of it, "Uncle Huang, I haven't gone to court for a few days, and the memorials are piled up into mountains. Uncle Huang can approve the memorials for me."

"I"?
She had never called herself this before.

Sang Yu glanced at her sparkling eyes, and his gaze fell on the pile of memorials on the desk.

In the past, although Sang Yu often didn't go to court, she would never allow Sang Yu to approve memorials. She was deeply suspicious, and she was afraid that Sang Yu would do things against her behind her back.

So the memorials were allowed to pile up.

Now, looking at Sang Yu with an eager look on his face, has he thought of any way to weaken his power...

Sang Yu's tone was light: "I dare not."

The next moment, Sang Yu directly grabbed his arm...

(End of this chapter)