"But that's exactly what I wanted. Feng Linwan had already been willing in his heart, but he had a disdainful expression on his face, as if he was a firm vetoer. I don't want to do such a despicable and inferior thing at all.

The name of Feng Linwan's 'Wine Sword Immortal', in addition to being circulated among the Tatars, also has some reputation among the Jianghu people.

Don't mention the Tatars, some people with experience in the rivers and lakes are not so easy to fool.

What's more, compared to the whole world, some Jianghu people are just a drop in the bucket.

"If I can fool the emperor and promote my name as a 'wine sword immortal' in the name of Emperor Daqing, this trust value should be able to rise faster... It's a pity that a puppet emperor who is about to disappear has only a pitiful credibility. If an emperor with normal rights and functions trusts me and helps me do propaganda, wouldn't it be easy for me?" Feng Linwan's mind quickly flashed several thoughts.

At this time, Yang Xiaoyun did not give up at all, but continued to try to persuade Feng Linwan.

But Feng Linwan was just prevaricating.

In the end, Yang Xiaoyun was already a little impatient, although he arranged for someone to settle Feng Linwan in the general's mansion, he seemed much colder and no longer paid attention to it openly.

In the dead of night, Feng Linwan quietly avoided the people Yang Xiaoyun arranged to spy on him, escaped from the general's mansion, and went to the palace alone.

The so-called palace is actually just a rebuilt mansion of a large family in Yangcheng before, compared to the real palace, this temporary palace in Yangcheng can be described as extremely simple.

Eunuchs and court ladies were usually dozens of people crammed into a room that was not quite spacious.

Even the concubines of the harem need to partner with each other and divide their own small territories in one room.

The twelfth emperor of Daqing, the emperor name: Jiazheng, his surname is Zuo, and his name is Ceting.

When Feng Linwan knew the emperor's real name... It always feels like he's taking advantage of himself.

So, of course, he didn't discuss it.

Thinking about it like this, Feng Linwan's conscience, which was about to be condemned, suddenly felt much better.

It's late at night, housekeeping... Phew, Emperor Jiazheng did not sleep.

During the day, several concubines came to him to make trouble, those beauties who looked delicate and could sing and dance in the past, now look at it... But I just feel bored.

In the dead of night, lonely and speechless, there is not even a caring person who is a plain hand, and he is really a failure as an emperor.

Hmmm... If it is known, as the emperor who is about to die, he is still thinking about such a thing at this moment, but I am afraid that his reputation as a failed emperor will be even more stone-hammered.

Suddenly, Emperor Jiazheng smelled a faint smell of wine.

He was very familiar with the aroma of wine.

It was the second year after he ascended the throne, collecting the best grain, using seven brewing masters, after 84 processes to brew the 'Drunken Immortal Capital', a total of only 16 altars, these years he gave five altars to his favored ministers, and he and the harem concubines drank eight altars.

Today, only three altars remain.

That's a little drink, a little less.

"Who is it? Who is so bold as to dare to steal my peerless wine?" Emperor Jiazheng walked out of the study and looked up at the place where the smell of wine wafted from.

I saw a man dressed plainly dressed but chic and elegant, with messy hair but layered and beautiful, his face was as cold as frost, and his demeanor was superb, sitting alone on the flying corner of the eaves, under the bright moon, inviting the moon to drink alone.

"Who are you to dare to steal my wine!" Emperor Jiazheng shouted.

Of course he was afraid of a stranger breaking into the palace.

However, face cannot be lost.

So he pretended to scold loudly, but he wanted to get the attention of the guards.

It's a pity that the surrounding guards all cared about being ordered by Feng Lin at the end of the Fengfu acupoint, and they all fell into a coma at this time.

"The country is almost gone, but I still think about your wine... Jiazheng! Jiazheng! You really have a whole body, and there is nothing that is not like the king of the dead country. Feng Lin put down the wine jar, and his cold gaze flowed down the moonlight, falling on Emperor Jiazheng like frost.

Jiazheng froze, and he felt that something was wrong.

Not to mention the guards, even the dog who was raised to protect the yard did not make the slightest noise when he heard such movements.

"Bastard! I have Xuanwu General Yang Xiaoyun to protect the country, and with him, my country is as stable as Mount Tai!" Although Emperor Jiazheng is not a qualified emperor, this does not mean that he has a defect in IQ and is mentally retarded. At this moment, no matter how much he responded to Yang Xiaoyun in his heart, he had to use Yang Xiaoyun's name to scare the inexplicable person in front of him.

The person who can control all the guards silently and steal the 'Drunken Immortal Capital' from the secret vault is undoubtedly a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

The feathered phoenix is not as good as a chicken, isn't it now that even the rivers and lakes are reckless, can they be so wantonly bullied and insulted?

At this moment, Emperor Jiazheng felt deeply humiliated.

This sense of humiliation... It was much stronger than he sent several princesses to the Tatars.

Such a state of mind is similar to... Rather with friends than with house slaves'?

"Haha! Yang Xiaoyun... Jiazheng! What kind of person Yang Xiaoyun is, don't you know better than me? Your ministers of the Manchu Dynasty have asked you to move the capital to Jiannan immediately. Aren't you afraid that one day Yang Xiaoyun will completely seize all the military power, and then kill you and ascend the throne and stand on your own?" Feng Linwan asked.

This statement is directly heart-wrenching.

Nonsense!

How was Emperor Jiazheng not afraid?

Almost half of his nightmares were when Yang Xiaoyun suddenly broke into his bedroom, then cut off his head, used his head to sacrifice heaven and earth, and started a new stove.

The other half of the nightmare was that the Tatars entered the city, and after he was captured, he was taken prisoner by the Tatars and sent to a wild land.

However, at this moment, he had to say duplicitously: "Nonsense! General Yang is loyal to me, how can he betray me? Who are you talking about these arrogant babbling here?"

Jia Zheng beat a drum in his heart, hoping that the person in front of him was the 'spy' sent by Yang Xiaoyun to test his attitude.

Hahaha··· ！

The sarcastic laughter came down from above and fell into the ears of Emperor Jiazheng, extremely harsh.

"There used to be fools who broke the bell and covered their ears. Today you are more foolish than the fool. You stay in Yangcheng, and it will be useful to Yang Xiaoyun for the time being, he will also raise you for three months, and then slaughter you, I can't say that there will be a good coffin, a passable mausoleum, and barely take care of the face after death. If you have to leave and escape into the deep mountains, I am afraid that before you get out of this Yang City, the corpses will enter the mouths of the tigers and wolves in the mountains and forests, and you will never get a whole corpse!" Feng Linwan maliciously intimidated Emperor Jiazheng.

If he wants to pour some of his thoughts into the mind of this dead king, he must first pour out the contents of his mind.

The thoughts in my head are not water, and it is not so much emptying as total denial.

When his six gods were ownerless, the idea of Feng Lin Wan instilling him again became the backbone of his thinking, and he entered the soul unconsciously.