Chapter 882

After Liu Qing came in, he took out an object that looked like a crystal ball and put it aside. Leng Yuelan didn't know what it was.

"Miss Leng, do you want to live?" Liu Qing suddenly raised his eyes.

Being stared at by those eyes with a faint smile, Leng Yuelan felt that she couldn't escape from anywhere, but she wanted to live.

"To answer the regent, I naturally want to live."

If Leng Yuelan was outside the carriage, she would find that she couldn't hear any sound inside.

On Jiang Zhao's side, there was a survivor among the palace people who were chopped by Liu Chenghuo with a sword before. He was the eunuch who served the original body personally, named He Fan. At present, the person was sent to the side hall, and the imperial physician had gone to treat him.

According to the original body's memory, this eunuch named He Fan was indeed loyal. If it weren't for his dedicated care, the original body paralyzed by the poison would probably have a harder time. Who could have thought that being an emperor could be so cowardly? This matter cannot be blamed on the original body, it can only be said that it is a hidden danger left by the previous emperor. The original body was young and had no backing. It was not easy for him to live to this age.

"Your Majesty, the tea is here." Lan Siyu tried hard to control her hand shaking and brought the tea from the tray to Jiang Zhao.

If this is really Emperor Le Zhao, she will not be afraid. The Majesty they are familiar with is definitely not a person who kills innocent people. I am afraid that it is a wrong judgment. After all, it is not completely certain that it is in the real historical time.

Even if the live broadcast room thinks that she has got it real, there is still too little information at present, and they need more events to judge. Before that, she has to be careful, otherwise it is easy to lose her life in this era of cannibalism.

She had just come here not long ago. Her original body was frightened to death by Liu Chenghuo's chopping. She had incomplete memories, but her memory of serving tea and pouring water was very complete. Besides, she also had physical memories, which was not difficult for her.

Jiang Zhao was indeed a little thirsty. He was not only thirsty but also a little hungry.

He felt his stomach a little, then raised his wrist to observe. This body was not well nutritious. After carefully recalling the eating situation of his original body, Jiang Zhao shook his head. It was indeed a coward.

He picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip. Facing the tea with a slightly strange taste, it was really hard for him to swallow. Ordinary people might not mind this, but he was always picky about food, so he subconsciously paid more attention. He noticed it all, so he definitely couldn't drink it anymore.

Lan Siyu secretly observed, and her heart was beating. Would she be finished?

I hope this is the Le Zhaodi they are familiar with. If so, she will definitely survive, and it can be said that she is very safe. In the future, just stick to His Majesty. Even if you really can't go back, you won't live too badly.

After all, His Majesty really won't eat good people!

"What's your name?" Jiang Zhao asked suddenly.

Lan Siyu was stunned for a moment, realizing that Jiang Zhao was talking to her, and almost blurted out the three words "Lan Siyu". She soon realized that something was wrong, but she had already spit out the word "Lan".

She quickly closed her mouth and tried hard to recall the name of her original body.

Damn, she knew that she came here too suddenly and her memory was incomplete, but she didn't expect that she didn't even receive her name.

"Lan Lan, Your Majesty, this tea maid is called Lan Lan." A ten-year-old eunuch walked in from the outside of the door. He was supported by someone and limped a little. This was the survivor He Fan. After the bandage was done, he shouted that he wanted to come to His Majesty.

Seeing His Majesty sitting there casually, with an imposing manner that was many times more powerful than before, He Fan was a little dazed. He really didn't expect that His Majesty actually planned so much in secret, and in a blink of an eye he became an emperor who truly controlled the power of life and death.

He still remembered clearly the scene when His Majesty killed the Regent. At that time, he was stabbed with a sword and blood kept flowing, but when he saw His Majesty suddenly rushing in, he wanted to stop him. He exhausted all his strength and only crawled to the door. It was very difficult to even shout. When he crawled to the door, he just saw His Majesty getting rid of the Regent.

He Fan didn't feel disappointed that His Majesty would hide so deeply after serving His Majesty for many years. He just felt that His Majesty would not be bullied in the future, and he was very happy. He fainted before, and when he woke up after bandaging the wound, he was afraid it was a dream, so he came here.

"Your Majesty." He Fan walked in front of Jiang Zhao and was about to kneel down.

Jiang Zhao raised his hand to stop him: "Recover from your injuries and stop kneeling. Change this habit of kneeling all the time. Just bow down in the future."

"The sound of the knees hitting the ground is uncomfortable."

He Fan stood up silently. Okay, then I won't kneel. Your Majesty is happy.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him. He Fan's loyalty was also related to the fact that his original body had saved his life. But it was rare that he didn't betray him between life and death.

"Go down and recover from your injuries. Come back soon."

He Fan said some words of gratitude and was helped away.

Jiang Zhao looked at Lan Siyu again, and at the same time paid attention to the virtual screen in front of her.

[This must be true, anchor, I feel that your life is saved. He should be true. Emperor Le Zhao doesn't like people kneeling. Even if it is not true, it is a fictional fanfiction, but you can retain this feature, you won't be too bad here. 】

[It depends on whether he will arrange tables, benches and tea for the ministers when he goes to court in the future. ]

Jiang Zhao paused. This is possible. The ministers don’t need it, but he needs it too. Let’s not talk about snacks. How can there be no tables, chairs, benches and tea for a meeting? In fact, snacks must be provided. He came to court so early, and probably didn’t eat anything.

What if he has low blood sugar?

[And the time of court. If it is really him, he will definitely change it in the future. I remember the record that Emperor Le Zhao said that going to court before dawn is against the heaven. ]