Nine-year-old Little Demon Empress

In the huge palace, all civil and military officials and their families dispersed.

The wind blows outside the hall, and the swaying branches leave mottled shadows on the wall.The sun smiled slightly, but it couldn't shine into the hall.

It is very cold, and the spring of March seems to have turned into a cold winter.

Above the main hall, Xuanyuan Ye sat high and looked down at the petite figure standing in the center of the hall.His eyes are cold and arrogant, without the slightest fluctuation.The hem of the golden dragon robe was stretched to the ground, and three thousand black hairs were hanging down on his shoulders.The golden crown, fringed with fringes, swayed as he moved his head.The flying dragon circled on the wall behind him, mighty and decisive.He is like the incarnation of the dragon, looking down upon the heroes and the world...

Standing coldly in the hall, he looked at Xuanyuan Ye with neither humble nor overbearing eyes.I have to admit that this man is imposing and extraordinary.She appreciates that the Tianyao Dynasty has been managed so prosperously and the people live and work in peace and contentment at the young age of a teenager.But appreciation is appreciation, and what should be done still has to be done.

"Say, what do you want to do?" The petite figure is like a stubborn and proud plum, defying snow and frost, blooming its own youth in the deep winter.The cold voice was clear and crisp like pearls falling to the ground, floating in the huge and quiet palace.

The sun sets on the mountain, and the sunset glow reddens the sky.It is bright like a brocade, covering the palace, as if it has been covered with gorgeous colored gauze.

The wind gradually died down, and the flowers and trees became quiet.

The atmosphere in the palace was still weird, and the silence seemed to be tense.

Xuanyuanye looked at Leng Wanwan and twitched the corners of his mouth into a smile, that smile was as bright as a spring flower, but it swept over the sky with a powerful air pressure.Playing with his bony fingers, his expression seemed to be careless.Said lightly and very slowly:

"If that's the case, aren't you afraid that I will punish you for your crime?"

The slightly slanted eyes looked like a bottomless pool, watching her reaction.

"Would you do it?" It was really tiring to raise your neck, so you were not polite, and sat down on the desk next to you.The two short legs were shaking, but Mo Tong looked back fiercely.

"Don't waste your aunt's time."

Let's cut down on meaningless nonsense, she didn't come to stare at him with him.It's not to satisfy the arrogant power and dignity of the emperor. If he thinks that staying is a compromise, then it's a pity to disappoint him.In her dictionary, there has never been a word of compromise.there has never been!

"you--"

Xuanyuan Ye was provoked into anger again, yes, he wanted to see the girl surrender.He, the supreme emperor of the Tianyao Dynasty, could shake the earth with a single stomp.No one has ever dared to challenge his authority, but this little girl repeatedly regards his noble status as the emperor, which is really annoying.If you don't teach her a lesson, she will never learn to bow her head.

The deep black eyes narrowed, and the burning anger was forcefully suppressed.Gripping the chair rail with bony fingers, he leaned forward slightly.The thin lips are slightly hooked, extremely evil.

"Aren't you afraid that I will punish everyone in Leng's house?"

"Are you a Hunjun?" He glanced at him coldly, and suddenly said these words.

"What do you mean?" Xuanyuan Ye frowned, what was she doing?Although she was puzzled, she couldn't see the slightest fear on her face.The hand holding the bar was tight, this girl is really brave.

"If it weren't for the faint king, how could he be so stupid to pick his own roof beam." He raised his eyebrows coldly, sure that he would not do that.Leng Peiyuan holds a heavy army and is a minister of two dynasties.More than half of the entire Tianyao Dynasty are his subordinates, and they are intertwined. If he wants to make Pei Yuan cold, he just pulls his whole body.The result was not that Lengfu suffered disaster, but that Jiangshan lost half of his arm.

Xuanyuanye's face darkened, although the cold words were not pleasant to listen to.But it is also true that a Leng Peiyuan involved half of the officials of the Tianyao Dynasty, if he really gave the order, he would only tear down his own power.Moreover, everyone in the world knows that General Zhenbei has made outstanding achievements, and if he is removed, the people will resent him. At that time, the court will lose the support of the people.Not only that, other countries that had been eyeing Tianyao would also take the opportunity to attack Tianyao.But precisely because Leng Peiyuan and the prime minister had so much power, they had to guard against it.If they have the intention of treason, Tianyao will be in danger.

Looking quietly at the cold and leisurely face, she is considered amazing.But he is the emperor after all, and he regained his usual arrogance in a blink of an eye, and everything he said coldly is not a problem for him.But her words reminded him that if Leng Peiyuan couldn't get rid of him, then he had to be held firmly for his own use only.A gleam flashed in the bottom of his eyes, the matter of Leng Yue'er just happened to be a fuss.

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." He leaned back on the back of the dragon chair, a little lazy, a little arrogant. "Does General Leng dare to openly disobey orders? And if I remember correctly, the daughter of the Leng family is a stumbling block to the marriage between the two countries. Country and family, where will General Leng choose?"

I hate the arbitrariness of the ancient powers the most. Is an imperial decree going to take away people's happiness and even their lives?Shit.

Leng Wanwan's eyes bend, recalling Leng Yue'er's sad appearance with tears shining.With a shake of her little head, she didn't want to see her unsightly sad face again.Jumping off the table again, she walked towards the hall step by step.

Xuanyuan Ye didn't stop her, she rested her forehead with her hands, and looked at her step by step with a lazy style.He wants to see what this little doll wants to do?

Standing coldly in front of Xuanyuan Ye, he stared coldly at him.The light is cold, like frozen ice without temperature.

The eyes of the two intertwined and they faced each other.

The pressure of the shape turned into a roaring flying dragon hovering between the two, whoever wins and who loses is determined.

"Do you think I'll be afraid?" Leng Wanwan leaned over and looked directly at Xuanyuan Ye, his eyes met his eyes, almost meeting them.Cherry lips curled up slightly, the evil and arrogance did not lose to Xuanyuan Ye.

"Not afraid?" Xuanyuan Ye smiled, blowing warm breath on his cold cheeks.In a blink of an eye, a strange light flashed through his eyes as deep as a deep pool, his right hand was like an arrow flying from the string, and his bony hands pinched Leng Wanwan's slender neck.

"Tell me, what will happen to you if I use more force with my hands?" Thin lips curled up, and Mo Tong moved closer to the cold face.Until there is a gap between the two, the handsome face and the pink face will not be abrupt.

"You'll know if you try it." Leng Wanwan's small face turned away from that beautiful face.Although she is a child now, she still can't tolerate others eating her tofu.Jian Jian's water pupils are calm, like a wave of water.It seems that the person who was strangled by the neck was not her.

"you--"

Xuanyuanye didn't expect Leng Wanwan to be so calm when facing death.But when he rolled his eyes, he wanted to see if this little face was really timid or pretending to be calm.

"That's right, try it and you'll know."

With an evil smile, a pair of big hands slowly tightened.

Leng Wanwan raised his head and smiled slightly, but in Xuanyuanye's eyes it was provocative.

The anger in Mo Tong was ignited again, and the big hand showed no mercy.Suddenly squeezed hard, the smooth and tender touch was in the palm of the hand, and there was a momentary stupefaction.But looking at Leng Wanwan's red but still unruly expression, he was furious again.

Slightly——

He seemed to hear the joints of her slender neck making a sound in his hands, isn't he still admitting defeat?

Leng Wanwan's pretty brows furrowed, and her breathing was a little difficult.Does the damn man really want to strangle himself?Damn emperor, damn feudalism.Do you really regard human life as weeds?Wanting her young lady's life, she is not as good as he wants.

The ink pupils flickered, and the right hand suddenly stretched out.The silver bells jingled crisply.

Are you going to fight back?

Xuanyuanye didn't miss her behavior, and the blood suddenly surged in his heart, and he became excited.

Crookedly frowning, Xuanyuan Ye felt a black shadow flash past his eyes.When he came back to his senses, his hand was actually empty.When he raised his eyes, he saw a petite and cold figure standing alone on the pillar beside him, looking at him coldly.

"It's your turn."

After saying that, her figure reappeared beside him like a ghost.A flickering sword lay across his neck, icy cold to the bone.

"You said if I try harder, what will happen?"

Leng Wanwan also hooked his lips, and asked Xuanyuanye's words back.