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You get my body, but you can't get my heart. - The heroines of various NTR works are loyal to the villains when they are so moved that they are about to cry.

However, Lao Zhang said, if I am a villain, who cares if your heart is there, I just want my body. A woman's heart is responsible for getting her hands on it!

Therefore, villains are always winners in life.

Anyway, in front of Li Er, as a minister, as a minister who has always been known for his loyalty. Your son did not follow the chairman of Datang Empire Co., Ltd., but performed the classic project of the defunct Dasui Company in front of all the company's colleagues, what kind of heart do you have?

At this moment, Cheng Zhijie is the villain, standing on the opposite side of Li Dong and his lackeys.

Lao Cheng gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, Cheng Lao Er, who had just received physical and mental education, trembled all over, trembling like a plague chicken behind the desk, and his eyes kept looking at his own Lao Tzu.

It's okay not to look at it, but it's even more shaky when I look at it.

His father was sweating profusely and his lips were trembling, and he was obviously scared!

Boom!

Cheng Chuliang didn't take a breath, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The loss of honor in front of the emperor is another crime, and the Cheng family has been killed three times in a row!

The super-god Cheng family brothers completely stunned a group of princes, and they didn't dare to come out, they all sat upright, and swept the solemn Li Dong with their residual eyes.

Li Tao looked at the old buddies and seemed to be going to be bad, and he was wondering if he was telling the emperor that Lao Cheng and Mr. Yang didn't know each other, and his body and mind were all on your majesty alone. As a result, Li Er snorted, and then stood up.

As soon as the big boss got up, both male and female, all stood up and bowed their heads in unison.

Li Dong was very satisfied, slowly got off the bed, grabbed the jade belt with both hands, took a figure-eight step, and walked towards Cheng Biting Jin without saying a word.

"Where do you want to go?"

Don't even say anything about the Qing family, it seems that Lao Cheng is in a catastrophe, and Li Xiaochang's teasing rebellion before has aroused Li Dong's sensitive nerves. His whole family is a cautious person who holds grudges, starting with the old chairman Li Yuan, and began to calculate Dasui Co., Ltd. decades ago.

Later, Mr. Yang's three-year-old cousin took Mr. Yang's country away.

As for the grievances and hatreds between Li Jiancheng, Li Yuanji and other board members and bosses, one of them is counted as one, who can get out of it?

Even Lao Wei, who stood and didn't speak, was brazenly dragged by the boss.

However, when all the employees and the boss's wife thought that Lao Cheng would definitely be fired from the company, Li Dong spoke again: "I am not Qin II, nor Sui II. I am not a faint king, let alone a tyrant. ”

"Your Majesty's Benevolence ......"

Secretly wiped the sweaty Kong sacrificial wine and hurriedly shouted, he couldn't do it if he didn't shout. Today's thing is evil, it's not that my old Kong is bad, but that these bear children don't play cards according to common sense, and the old ones are moths. In case Li Dong asks Lao Cheng's whole family to chirp, after listening to it, it is you Lao Kong who let Xungui's children run out and chant poems.

Wow, I didn't expect you, a saint of blood, to do such an ugly thing!

Being ruined and ruined is a trivial matter, and the old man has many friends from the court to the rivers and lakes.

Li Tao may not give Lao Kong a knife in the waist, but the mad dogs on the rivers and lakes will bite him if they can't help it, and then the whole world will shout at his buddies for righteousness.

The House of Confucius? Mind my birds!

"Your Majesty's benevolence—"

As one of the Four Heavenly Kings and as a banner of the military, Pharmacist Li saw that the representatives of the imperial mascot family had begun to fish for Lao Cheng, as one of the Four Heavenly Kings, as a banner of the military, he had to be quite a comrade-in-arms at this time.

Li Shimin was very melancholy in his heart, and made it clear that his younger brothers couldn't trust him, as an emperor who wanted to be the first emperor of the ages, how could he casually kill heroes? Even if you want to kill, you must find a reason, govern the country according to the law, and kill the heroes according to the law.

Lao Cheng was a person who woke up, and when he saw that the boss didn't look like he was going to kill him, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, it's okay to teach your son, the crime deserves death, please punish Your Majesty heavily." ”

Retreating into advance is always the most effective way of self-protection for the feudal bureaucracy.

Then Li Dong snorted: "You all underestimate me." ”

"I don't dare."

"Ministers die ......"

Li Er sighed, and then said, "Yang Guang's country can't write these poems. But my country, not to mention the mere song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", is the resurrection of Empress Chen, and it is still the Tang Dynasty! ”

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty's eloquence is broad-minded, far superior to Emperor Qin and Han Wuye."

"Even if Guangwu is resurrected, it is not as good as Your Majesty."

One second Li Er still felt that he was pretending to be quite forceful, and the next second the ministers' sycophants slapped him as a stupid fork on the spot.

He was very melancholy, very congested, so tired, and this group of ministers was really not fun.

But finally everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Lao Cheng felt that he had just climbed out of Qujiang Pond, and his chest and back were soaked.

Li Jing's eyelids drooped again, and he didn't mix it anymore, in fact, he knew that the emperor would definitely not kill Lao Cheng for the song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night". After all, this year is about to start killing Ashina, Zhang Gongjin has already gone to Daizhou, Xue Wanche Li Tao and he have already been appointed, and the person who presides over the killing of Turkic bloodletting is him Li Pharmacist.

At the critical moment, how could he kill the minister, and he was still the old Cheng of the military's powerful faction.

As a top strategist who has dealt with the Li family's father and son for decades, Li Jing knows very well that this is the emperor's cautious eye again.

That's right, Li Er's mind is very broad, even Wei Zheng's stone-like goods in the toilet can pinch his nose and be a high-ranking official, Li Jiancheng Li Yuanji's wife can be his own little wife, can he not be broad-minded?

But being cautious and broad-minded do not conflict.

Originally, what a good day today is, the Yellow Emperor is worshipping, and he is about to dry the Turks, the spring is bright and the sun is shining, how beautiful.

On this occasion, as the emperor of the empire, it's okay to write a poem to satisfy your desire for expression, right? After all, the emperor was only thirty years old and definitely a young man.

This is very reasonable and logical.

However, the group of bear children and their families who came to the workshop are very abnormal, you said that you don't go to the market to fight dogs and run horses to tease women at a young age, but you come to write poems, and write poems that will last for centuries?

You don't want to be a gentleman, you want to be a head!

So Li Er, who took a mouthful of old blood, actually grabbed a toad and soaked urine, and took Lao Cheng to show his sense of existence and let others know that he was the protagonist!

"Hoo ......"

The relieved crowd continued to stagger, and hurriedly warmed up the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, can Your Majesty have a masterpiece today, so that the ministers can have a sneak peek?"

Someone has to take the lead in creating an atmosphere, and it's not okay if the status is poor, so Fang Xuanling, one of the four heavenly kings of the Tang Empire, stood up and smiled like a spring breeze, which made Li Shimin's heart suddenly happy.

It would be nice if the subjects were like the old house.

Li Er silently longed in his heart.

"Erlang, don't you already have a draft?"

The queen also hurriedly praised her husband, these days, it is difficult to be a woman, and it is even more difficult to be a woman with a big boss. You have to guard against the little wives from being in power, and you have to let the boss's employees know that the boss's main palace is a very capable, helpful and energetic person.

"Hehehehehe, I'm ......"

Baiyu asked Huahua silently, and he seemed to hate Hengtang Rain. The bees compete for the fragrance of the butterflies, not like the weeping poplars and cherish the golden wisps. May you stay for a long time, and don't chase the east wind and shake. Qin Nu smiled at the smoke and moon, and the red belt was empty. ”

"Oops! Brother Jun is so literate! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, Erlang is worthy of being a father's style."

"This poem sounds like a bee and butterflies among the flowers, which is really wonderful, wonderful."

"Brother Jun, this is a blockbuster if he doesn't make a sound, it really impresses us!"

"Little brother admires, admires ......"

The air in the Hibiscus Garden was condensed.

Li Er's smiling face froze there, and then his eyes glanced at Fang Xuanling, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Lao Fang is a smart person, otherwise he can be called Fang Mou Du with Du Tianwang.

So Fang Xuanling swept over to see which stinky boy was so slight.

Then he saw a tall and strong young man, dressed in a white robe, standing with his hands in his hands, facing the spring breeze of Qujiang Pond, smiling very brightly.

is old and his eyes are not very good, Fang Xuanling squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and looked, hey, I still know it.

This young man's surname is Fang Mingjun's family line, he usually likes fists, feet, guns, and sticks, and often mixes in the market, his father is about to take office as the left servant of Shangshu this year, and he was just crowned the Duke of Wei last month, and he has recently been engaged in the work of supervising the Qingshui of the history of the country.

"I'm a little tired."

Li Dong's voice was a bit of a cold palace resentful woman, he looked at Wei Chigong with complicated eyes, looked at Cheng Zhijie, looked at Fang Xuanling, and then drove the Taiji Palace, never came to Furong Garden again, and never came to Qujiang Pond again.