It was early in the morning, Ling Zhexiao had not yet gotten up, and there was no one else on his bed. Since he came to Southern Jin Dynasty, he had sent away all the prostitutes like Ling Qingyu. There is only one Ling Qingyu in the world, and the others

No matter how much people look like, they are not him.

In this world, he is the only one who can bear the words "unparalleled elegance and splendor", and no one else can do it except him.

As long as he is still alive, he will do everything possible to hold him in his hands and never let him go.

Is she the empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty? She is just a loser in the promiscuous palace. If the emperor brother had not worked hard to protect her, how could that woman have the status she has now? Even Ye Jiangxue and Ling Zhexiao would not even look down upon her!

What happened back then may be that he was sorry for the emperor's brother, so he let go, but Ye Jiangxue did not give the emperor a stable life. The woman made trouble and was arrogant and unruly, making everyone in the Southern Jin Dynasty despise Ye Jiangxue.

How could Xue be worthy of the imperial brother?

He can't allow it, absolutely not!

"Are you moving?" Ling Zhexiao was lying on his side on the couch, his silk clothes flowing on the edge of the bed. His chest exposed a large area of ​​muscles, which were flexible and strong, with clear texture. His purple eyes were slightly closed, but they were not opened.

However, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the evil aura all over his body still made it difficult to look directly at him.

After the young man walked in, he knelt down in front of the couch without making much noise. When he spoke, his voice was calm and calm: "Master, someone in the palace made a mistake. Ye Jiangxue's daughter was not poisoned."

When Ling Zhexiao heard this, his purple eyes suddenly appeared. He stared at the young man kneeling in front of the couch for a while, then closed his eyes again, but his lips moved upward in a strange arc. Just when the young man could no longer bear the power,

When pressed, he laughed out loud: "...It's interesting, bring me the poisoned person."

Although he was smiling, there was a hint of viciousness and anger in the laughter - the information was wrong, Ye Luoming's life and death was no longer controllable!

"Yes!" The young man agreed, stood up gently, and exited the room. He picked up the towel on his shoulders and wiped the sweat vigorously. He took another look at the man standing tall at the door, with his face in front of him.

The expressionless attendant couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

Being able to work for the emperor was a blessing that he had cultivated for three lifetimes, but he didn't know that to do things for the emperor, he had to be 100% energetic, because it was a matter of tying his head to his belt.

Gotta lose.

Ling Zhexiao's evil and ruthless nature is no longer just a matter of a day or two, it is known to everyone!

Ling Zhexiao used these young and vigorous people who did not have much talent and learning but were loyal to the country. While guarding against Ye Jiangxue's men, he stationed his own forces in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Although these forces are still

It's meager, but one day, he will take Ling Qingyu back into his arms.

At the time of employment, in addition to loyal and passionate young men, Ling Zhexiao also trained a group of fatherless and motherless orphans in the early stages, and these orphans all had a certain foundation in martial arts.

The guard was one of them, and the old man was none other than his old father. Although he didn't know it, in order to get the old man to cooperate, necessary threats were indispensable.
Chapter completed!