Chapter 2263 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (51)

"Keep watching." Chu Huai paused for a few seconds, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes were clear, "If she tries to get closer to Yu Bai again... let's solve it directly."

The dark guard froze in his heart, not daring to hesitate, "Yes."

The young emperor casually dropped the brush, and he leaned back lazily, loosening his collar with his long, white fingers, revealing half of his porcelain-white collarbone and the bewitching arc of his Adam's apple.

Chu Huai lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes rested quietly like butterfly wings, covering the evil in the eyes.

Maybe Cheng Yan'er pretends to be smart, but she doesn't know that her every move has been secretly observed.

Cheng Yan'er was left only because of the vague memory of a few years ago, she was definitely not alone...

Other than that, useless.

three days later,

The royal family went to the temple in a mighty way and began to sacrifice.

Looking at the huge and luxurious team, people who don't know may think that this is not a sacrifice, but an autumn outing.

"Luxury! It's just extravagant!" Seeing the young emperor acting like this, the prime minister snorted coldly and stroked his white beard.

As the elder of the three dynasties, he was supposed to occupy a pivotal position in the court, but in the end, he was oppressed by Chu Huai, leaving only so many little pitiful powers.

It's no wonder that the prime minister has no opinion in his heart, he has been displeased with the young emperor's ruthless methods for a long time.

Now looking at the low luxury and noble style of today's rulers, I have found a perfect reason for my rebellion in the bottom of my heart.

He rebelled for the sake of everyone, not for the interests he pursued in his heart.

Feng Luo couldn't help but feel a little funny seeing that now that Chu Huai was leaving the capital, some people started to make small moves, and even sent letters to the host.

Maybe some people always like to find some high-sounding excuses and reasons for what they do, in order to flaunt how righteous and selfless they are.

But if you really take it apart and look at it, where are there so many pure and selfless people?

But it's all about finding a suitable excuse for my own self-interest.

Ranbai watched the prime minister's impatient movements, watching him reveal his wolf-like minions.

She was wearing a white brocade dress, her face was as pale as snow, which made her look more and more indifferent like a god's mansion.

The young man in white leaned lightly against the doorway, and the hot sunlight shone down hard, dazzling his eyes.

The breeze blows, and the ink-colored hair flutters.

"My lord, why are you still standing outside?" A maidservant in the courtyard raised her eyes and saw such a scene. She couldn't help but feel a little worried, and hurried over, "It's a hot day, don't bask in the sun,

Be careful of heatstroke. "

The corners of her pale-colored lips curled up slightly, her lowered eyes were cold, "Thank you."

The maidservant couldn't help but blushed, thinking,

really,

Their young master is truly an unrivaled figure in the world. Thinking of this, the servant girl was slightly startled,

have no idea,

Which girl will I marry in the future, and what kind of educated and reasonable lady is worthy of such a wonderful, indifferent and polite boy.

Ranbai returned to the room,

She looked at the letter sent by the prime minister, and was silent for a few seconds. After destroying the letter, she just took out a new piece of rice paper and wrote four words on it.

Take it easy.

The young man rolled up the paper with his cold, white and slender fingers, and tied it to the sharp claws of the pigeon. He stroked the pigeon's feathers gently with his fingertips, and said softly, "Go."

The homing pigeon seemed to have heard what the boy said, flapped its wings twice, and flew out, hovering in the sky soon, and disappeared.

Ranbai just leaned against the window, her fair forehead pressed against the window sill, her light-colored pupils quietly looked out of the window, her eyes were indifferent.

I don't know when...

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