I heard that the big boss is crazy

Chapter 376 The Prime Minister Arrives (119)

Jun Buli rushed all the way to get back to the imperial palace, frightened the guards of the imperial city, thinking that the enemy was attacking, and all guarded.

At this moment, the little man is sitting on the steps of the palace, looking at the bright moon, propping his chin: "Xiao Quanzi, why is my life so hard, I will be a loner at such a young age, with a mother and no mother..."

Barbara complained a lot.

Xiao Quanzi rolled his eyes: "If you are a slave, let someone secretly dig a tunnel."

Jun Buli regained his spirit: "This method is wonderful."

Not long after, a tunnel was dug through, but when the two reached the end, the Great Demon King was already waiting there with his legs crossed.

Not surprisingly, Jun Buli was locked in the small black room for half a month this time...

Do you think half a month is over?

Wrong, since he came out, there have been a lot of memorials to the court every day, and riots on the border from time to time, one after another.

In fact, it may be a small matter, but after it comes out of the mouth of the officials of the DPRK and China, it changes the taste...

It's the same as Donglin wants to destroy the country.

Jun Buli hated his teeth, it must be his father who did it.

Being oppressed by the Great Demon King every day of my life, can I bear it?

Of course it can't be tolerated.

The little man is thinking about how to bring down Jun Qing every day, thinking about it, time drifts away inadvertently.

Time is like the fine sand in the palm, no matter how cherished it is, it will still disappear little by little until there is nothing in the palm.

After so many worlds, Jun Qing is extremely sensitive to the number 66.

Because this year is the year when someone's life ends.

No matter how much she valued her time, the day had come.

Dongfang Li sat on the couch, lying in Jun Qing's arms, with a hoarse voice: "Prime Minister, actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

The man hugged her carefully, stretched out his hand to tidy up the broken hair around her ear, his eyes were gentle.

"Do you remember that year? That afternoon, in the pavilion of the Wenhua Palace, you were poisoned. In fact, it belonged to me." Dongfang Li's lips twitched.

"I know." Jun Qing hugged her tightly again, buried her head in the other's neck, feeling her warmth greedily.

"But it's a surprise, you didn't die." Dongfang Li continued with a hoarse voice: "No, maybe you died."

The old man turned his head, stroked the man's brows and eyes with his fingertips, and carefully said one by one: "It is said that the prime minister of Donglin was born to bring disaster to the country and the people, and he is so handsome. Prime Minister, is this really you?"

Dongfang Li looked straight at him with unprecedented seriousness.

Jun Qing's lips twitched: "Your Majesty will know later."

The old man suddenly smiled, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes: "Prime Minister, I haven't had enough with you yet..."

After the words fell, the hand slid down little by little, and Dongfangli finally closed his eyes.

A drop of crystal fell on Jun Qing's palm, it was warm, but it was so hot that she couldn't breathe.

Looking down, the corners of Dongfangli's mouth were still curled up, unwilling...

Jun Qing's heart feels like someone has gouged it out, it hurts.

After an unknown amount of time, the man placed a kiss on his forehead, then raised his head, his phoenix eyes were shattered, as if there was a stream of light sliding, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and said in a heavy voice: "Let's go."

In an instant, the bamboo house was full of white light, and the space was distorted, leaving only two bodies snuggling together, lifeless.

And a certain middle-aged emperor who was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study fell down on the table again, and his breath stopped, causing the palace servants to kneel on the ground in fright.

Their emperor... is dead.

Wenchuan Continent is covered in silver, and the people are mourning like a mourning concubine.

In the same way, the fall of a generation of emperors brought about a revival of the situation in the mainland, and the prelude to the competition of heroes began.

And the unity of the east is like a cluster of fireworks, sealed in the long river of history, the stories here will be gradually forgotten, until they die, no one remembers...

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