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Saint Yuan Emperor stared at his back angrily, gritting his teeth, "If you can be less angry, enter the North Korea to help me share government affairs, I will be fine!"

In the final analysis, it is the fault of this unfilial son!

He leaned on the dragon chair to pant, and the general manager quickly handed him the tea.

Emperor Sheng Yuan took a sip of tea and sighed, "Fushun, what do you think he thought? What's wrong with this seat? Among my several sons, his ability is obvious to all, but he just ..." Anger, "But he refused to enter the DPRK! Do I have to pass this seat to others after a hundred years?"

Fushun's mouth twitched slightly, and wanted to say to Saint Yuan Emperor: That's not someone else, that's your son too!

But in the end, he just respectfully respected the Holy Yuan Emperor, while persuading him: "Maybe the three princes are still young, maybe the idea will change in the future? You say it?"

"I hope so," Saint Yuandi waved his hand, not good air.

Fushun looked at the two of them, and it was the strangest father and son in history.

As an emperor, isn't he always the most feared that he hasn't died yet, his son still covets the throne? How to get to Shengyuan Emperor is like a hot potato, so I just want to throw it out.

Huo Yanzhi, and the other princes, if they could have his holy pet, he would have been unable to find North.

But he did it well, every time he threw the sacred spirit into a thunderstorm, he seemed to be like a good person.

Tampering with his own business is getting better and better.

Fushun knows that although Sheng Yuandi's mouth was full of disdain for his business, he looked at him step by step. Starting from scratch, to now all parts of the country, and even the business has been developed to other countries, it is false to say that it is not gratifying.

But the better he was, the more the Holy Yuandi wanted to pass the throne to him.

These two people are really--

Fushun shook his head, his heart clear.

This is an endless cycle, there is no solution at all. I only hope that I can figure it out.

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Huo Yanzhi strode out of the Yangxin Hall, the magnificent palace covered with a layer of snow. Instead, it gives this luxurious palace a grace.

There was a white breath in his breath, and Xiaoyan Mo of Huo Yanzhi immediately shook his arms with a dark blue cloak in his arms, and sturdyly clothed Huo Yan.

Daclo's neckline, wrapped in a circle of black fox fur, and when the wind blew, Daclo rolled slightly, revealing the red inside.

Huo Yan's body is tall and long, and his temperament is cold and elegant. It is not like a businessman, but more like an elegant person who reads and paints on weekdays.

But in fact, he seemed thin, but the hand that stretched his fingers slightly raised blue tendons, which was silently conspicuous. This person is not a person who can only do business or hold a pen. In his body, there are also unknown terrorist forces.

Xiao Mo glanced at him admiringly, standing quietly behind him.

Seeing him admiring the scenery before him, he said lightly, "Go back," Xiao Mo immediately nodded and called the carriage to come.

Huo Yanzhi is the first to be able to travel in the palace and ride a horse or ride a car.

Others have envy and jealousy, but no one dares to put this jealousy on the bright side.

Not to mention that Huo Wu, in itself, is not a master of bullying. Even the one standing behind him will definitely not tolerate his most beloved son and be remembered!

The carriage went halfway and met a car on the narrow road in Gongdaoer.