Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang looked at the scene in front of her and said "嘁" silently. She didn't want to pretend to be crazy and looked silly, so she turned her eyes to the paralyzed face next to her.

The emperor didn't even look at them, and waved his hands thunderously.

In the blink of an eye, before the killer's appearance could be seen as he fell, a flash of black shadow and white light flashed by, and all the veterans who had just protested had their necks wiped, blood splattered all over the ground, and before they could react, their heads fell to the ground.

Screams instantly erupted from the field.

The emperor is crazy! The emperor is completely crazy! The emperor went crazy over a woman, and actually wanted to kill them all just to seal a monster that was neither male nor female! Kill all the ministers who have worked hard for this country all their lives, kill all the ministers and pillars of this country!

Jiaoyang looked at the following scene with some pity in her heart: It's a pity that Sheng Yuzhi was recuperating in the Prime Minister's Mansion and couldn't see this scene today. Otherwise, she was really curious about what her brother would do when he saw this scene. And the expression.

The emperor propped up his chin and looked down, with a dark and unclear emotion on his face: "I ask you again, do you want me to take back my life?"

Every time Face Paralyzed Face asked, he would kill a group of people. The legs of those who survived after asking were turned upside down and their words became weak.

With his face paralyzed, he continued to kill, until the number of courtiers standing behind him was extremely small, and they knelt down with a "pop" and "pop" several times.

In a constantly trembling voice: "See the emperor, see the empress! Long live the emperor, long live the empress, and the empress will live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years!"

His paralyzed face, which had just turned livid, looked better now. He was hired by the country, and he was the only queen he recognized in his life. He brought her out to be respected by his ministers, not to make them question her!

Anyone who dares to be disrespectful will be punished with death!

Mian Pang Lian held Jiao Yang's hand and led her onto the red carpet. The red carpet was covered in blood, and every step she took seemed to be walking on the body of a dead person.

Jiaoyang deliberately refused to cooperate and stood there, refusing to move. He pulled her forward with all his strength, his face paralyzed, and she struggled desperately, as if she couldn't see his ugly expression.

Seriously, you are so pitiful with a paralyzed face, you are really pitiful. This wedding you have been preparing for for a long time, no one wants it to go ahead except you. You are a person fighting alone, no one is standing by your side, and no one wants to continue with you.

But those courtiers deserve to die, no one wants to be your queen. All of this, what you have lost, and what you are about to lose, are all your own fault.

After the conferment ceremony, Jiaoyang moved to Kunning Palace without even changing out of her palace clothes.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, with her long hair loose, and took off the exquisitely carved armor on her fingers.

"The Empress, from a business family in the south of the Yangtze River, the prince who made this set of palace clothes for the queen asked to meet her. He said that he needs to meet the queen so that he can design the next set of palace clothes."

"Young Master Wang?" Jiaoyang turned her head away. She couldn't remember who it was for the moment, but she only thought it sounded familiar.

"Tell him to come in."

"yes."

When the person appeared in front of Jiaoyang, Jiaoyang did not remember this person.

She only felt that his temperament was gentle and comfortable, unlike anyone she had seen in this world who was deeply impressed by her. Moreover, his face was at least five points similar to Sheng Yuzhi, plus his temperament That's six points.

Could it be that the indescribable feeling of familiarity about him was because he was somewhat similar to his brother?