Zi Qianmo still has a paralyzed face for 10,000 years, but in the depths of her beautiful eyes that are as light as glass, there is a trace of warmth.

Qinglong, Suzaku, and Xuanwu have all returned to her.

It's just a white tiger missing.

I don't know where the white tiger is now, how is he doing, has he responded to the catastrophe, and is he okay now?

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Beilan, the Imperial Palace.

Inside the Imperial Study.

Emperor Chu Wangzhong was sitting on the noble dragon chair, reviewing the folds.

Although he is nominally the emperor, he has a lot of power and is firmly in control of everything.

As for Emperor Yangou Chudumen, he was completely reduced to a puppet. could only stand on the side bitterly, serving his father to deal with political affairs, and did not even dare to mention a word.

"Father, the child has heard something."

In front of Chu Wangzhong, Emperor Yangou was extremely humble, and he didn't even dare to call himself me.

"Say."

Chu Wangzhong focused on reviewing the folds, without even raising his head.

His son is a waste bale.

Thirty years ago, he knew.

He didn't expect this straw bag to be able to say anything amazing.

"Zi Mucheng, he has advanced to the Purple Mansion Period."

"What did you say?!" Chu Wangzhong raised his head suddenly, his voice suddenly raised, and the wolf pen in his hand was directly broken by him, "You say it again?" ”

Emperor Yangou was startled, shrunk his head, and trembled: "Child...... The child also heard from Xuanwu Academy and mentioned it. Zi Mucheng, he was in the Rilun Pavilion, and he didn't know what opportunity he had, so he retreated for three days, successfully broke through the barrier, and entered the Purple Mansion period. ”

The more you speak, the lower your voice becomes.

The lower the head is buried.

It's like a cowardly soft egg.

"Humph!"

Chu Wangzhong's face changed drastically, he was furious, and with a wave of his hand, he directly shattered the desk.

The folds, the pen and ink, and the inkstone all fell to the ground.

It's a mess.

"Okay, good Zi Mucheng. It was a big mistake not to kill you directly back then! ”

The Emperor Taishang was very angry.

An old face, almost distorted, and his eyes were extremely hideous, "I said at the beginning that it was just poisoned, and it was far from enough." This Zi Mucheng is really tenacious enough, blind and wasted his muscles, he can still stand up again, reach the peak again, and advance to the Purple Mansion Period? That's a ...... It's ......."

In a hurry, anger hit the heart, and the emperor coughed violently.

I almost coughed up my lungs.

At the same time, a mouthful of blood also spurted out of his throat.

"Father!"

Emperor Yangou was shocked, and hurriedly rushed forward and supported Chu Wangzhong, "Are you okay?" You okay? Son, let's go to the Imperial Doctor! ”

Although Emperor Yangou was afraid of this father, he also knew that the current situation of the Beilan royal family would not work at all without the support of his father.

"No—"

The Emperor Taishang stretched out his hand and made a gesture of stopping, "I have an old illness, I went crazy when I practiced in the past, and I didn't want to be good." It's too much to heal. It will be better for my father to rest and recuperate for a few days. ”

Emperor Yangou was still worried: "Father, you can't fall, if you can't do it, then who will deal with the Zi family?" The Purple Family is now a Supreme Master of the Three Purple Mansion Period, and the threat to us is really too great. ”

The Emperor smiled; "You're not hopelessly stupid."

At least, he knew that the Zi family was a great enemy.

Didn't get dizzy.