Guide To Save The Yandere Villains

   Chapter 331 Krypton Gold After Raising Cubs, I Wear It (19)

  The emperor was in a critical condition and was aggressive, so even the imperial physician had no choice but to hang his life with the precious herbs.

  Look at this situation, his life is not long.

   Most of the old officials of the previous dynasty supported the fifth prince, and they were all confidants of Shen Liangping.

   Naturally knows which Highness he likes the most.

   After all, it is not the seventh prince in the imperial prison.

  Unfortunately, the previous dynasty has already been controlled by Shen Qingyan, and there is no room for a second voice.

   After all, his methods had already spread throughout Shengjing City.

   In addition, it has the effect of killing chickens and warning monkeys. Those old ministers who resigned from office are called sick.

   After all, your family and your own life are the most important, right?

   And Shen Qingyan was in control of the Jinyiwei, and the control of the Imperial Army in the palace was as simple as finding things.

   Walking through the long corridor, the soldiers guarding the city gate saluted him one after another.

   Even the court ladies and eunuchs who were kneeling in two rows were full of horror in their lowered eyes.

   Walking at the front, Shen Qingyan looked sideways,

   "I have never hurt them, so why are you so afraid?"

   This question has stopped Fuchen from asking. To tell the truth, I am afraid that he will be sad.

   If this is a good story, if it gets shot on the horse's leg, he has to go to guard the border again?

   "Master's reputation is far and wide. They are not afraid, that is, they are excited when they see the master."

   It's hard to wear flattery, so let's talk about coaxing people first.

  Fuchen thought that his master would be angry, but he didn't expect to hear his mockery,

   "Now even you have learned to deceive me. What kind of reputation is it? It's obviously the king of hell."

   He knew all the rumors in the market, and he was numb when he heard too much.

  Sister Fairy once said that there will always be people who will like him, and that his people will love him.

   But now it seems that it is nothing more than a joke and words to comfort children.

   She is the only one who can sacrifice her life to protect him without expecting anything in return...

  Unfortunately, even she completely left his side.

  The icy Tai Chi Hall was empty and chilling.

  Shen Qingyan looked at the high dragon chair, and the corner of his mouth mocked even more.

  What does it mean to be an emperor?

  Hands stained with blood, stepping on bones, the throne piled up with human life.

   He doesn't want it, nor is it rare!

   "Congratulations to the Seventh Highness for getting what you want."

   Shen Liangan left Shengjing since he rescued Shen Qingyan fifteen years ago.

   But he didn't want to. When he returned to Beijing again, the situation between the DPRK and China was turned upside down.

   "I got what I wanted? I'm panicking, but it's just her. How can I get my wish?"

  Shen Qingyan turned around slowly, wearing a black cloak, his aura was obviously more suitable for a dragon chair in a high position.

   "You don't want the throne that is at your fingertips?"

   Shen Liangan was a little surprised, but more sympathetic.

   The experience of growing up in childhood was too painful. Once you gain power, what you can get is not what you want.

  Shen Qingyan didn't want to entangle with him too much, he was just an idle prince who couldn't make waves.

   When passing by Shen Liangan, Shen Qingyan frowned, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

   "The throne belongs to the father, the uncle gave me such a big hat of treason, I dare not take it."

  Since he values ​​power so much, let him sit on the dragon chair until his death.

  Shen Qingyan stepped into the inner hall, where all his people had already been replaced.

   As for Wang Xi's grass, he naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

   He has scooped up so much oil and water as a valet over the years, and he should spit it all out!

   The golden gauze is beautiful, the golden dragon embroidered on it soars in the clouds, and the dragon's eyes are full of energy.

  Unfortunately, the person lying on the dragon's collapse couldn't even speak.

  Shen Qingyan motioned the palace people to go out and took the steaming soup beside the table.

   "Father has worked hard for Da Zhou for many years, and it is time to rest."

   Stirring the soup, the silver spoon and the porcelain bowl made a crisp collision sound.

   It was a very pleasant voice, but Shen Qingyan's face became darker.

   Shen Liangping held on to the quilt tightly, his eyes wide open, but in the end he couldn't even say a word.

  Shen Qingyan said to himself, not caring whether the decoction still scalded his mouth, and poured it straight into his mouth,

   "Father, the emperor must be very happy, this soup is the recipe that the sons and ministers have searched for in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

  It is non-toxic, but it can make people bedridden in a short period of time and gradually lose their five senses.

   Until natural death...

   Watching his body gradually grow old, and everything around him can't do anything, how helpless it must be.

  Thinking of this, Shen Qingyan's smile was even worse, he threw the porcelain bowl aside, attached his ear canal,

   "Brother Five Emperors secretly assembled troops on the outskirts of the city, broke into Xuanwumen, and was killed on the spot by the leader of the Guards."

   He just sent someone to provoke a few words, and the fifth emperor brother was about to break into the palace with momentum to kill him.

  A prince who is too well protected is destined to be unable to withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

   To meet his end, only death!

  If he is there, the old ministers from the previous dynasty will throw their illusions.

  Shen Qingyan is not afraid of causing trouble, just a once and for all method, why doesn't he use it?

   One life, in exchange for the stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is very cost-effective, isn't it?

  Shen Liangping stared at him, the red blood streaks like stained blood, as terrifying as the evil ghost crawling out of hell.

   But who is Shen Qingyan?

   That is the Shura who really stepped on bones and blood and climbed out of hell.

   It's just Shen Liangping, what's there to be afraid of?

   As if to appease his excited emotions, Shen Qingyan pretended to be worried and mocked,

   "Don't worry, the emperor, my son will give the imperial doctor the best medicine, and you will surely end your life!"

   He was going to let him see with his own eyes that all his hopes would be utterly dashed.

  No one can save him, and no one can save himself...

  At the beginning, he regarded himself as a quick knife to eradicate dissidents in the court, and a stepping stone for the fifth emperor to ascend to the crown of the prince.

  Unfortunately, the blade of this sharp knife is still aimed at his heart!

   took out the jinpa from his sleeve, Shen Qingyan wiped the hand that touched the corner of Shen Liangping's clothes just now, and threw it on the ground in disgust.

When    walked out of the main hall, Shen Qingyan looked sideways and said to those palace people,

   "Serve Your Majesty well and make sure he is well."

  Death is the easiest thing to do.

   Alive is the greatest torture for him.

   "Master, the one from Kunning Palace wants to see you."

  Fuchen glanced at his master's expression and cupped his hands.

   "Since the mother wants to see me, how can there be no reason to see me?"

  Shen Qingyan had a smile on his lips, but this smile was a bit colder than the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

  The Kunning Palace, which was bustling and noisy, has now become depressed and lonely.

   It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is a cold palace.

  The air-conditioning was overflowing in the hall, and the coal in the copper furnace had already been burned, leaving only the black and bald charred skin.

   There was a violent coughing sound from the inner room, and the graceful and luxurious queen had already become depressed at this moment.

   (end of this chapter)