Late at night, Millennium Palace.

From afternoon to now, Zhou Jian has been here since his return and has not gone anywhere.

The candle flame is dim and the faint fragrance floats.

Zhou Jian's face faced a beautiful back and he kissed her softly.

However, Qin Huairou supported him with her hands fearfully, fearing that he would do something else, so she quickly interrupted: "Your Majesty, you haven't said anything just now, what are you going to do about the follow-up matters in Kyushu?"

"Let's wait and see what happens." Zhou Jian said sharply: "Let Kyushu have civil strife. It's better to borrow Sanyu's hand to take over part of the military power and influence first, and then slowly shuffle the cards in the future."

"Lu Zhuang, you're just a clown."

With that said, he leaned forward again and kissed Qin Huairou's red lips.

"Well..."

Her eyes were a little bit moving, her blue hair clung to her forehead, and she was sweating a lot.

"Your Majesty, you'd better rest quickly." She struggled to break away.

Zhou Jian's face fell deliberately.

Qin Huairou was at her wits end for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she quickly coaxed: "Okay, okay, your majesty will do whatever you say."

"But the time for the last incense..."

Zhou Jian looked at her timid look, burst out laughing, and said distressedly: "That's all, I was just joking."

"These days, what are you doing alone when I'm not around?"

Qin Huairou couldn't laugh or cry: "What can I do as a concubine? Take care of the harem."

"In my spare time, I go outing with my sisters."

"Oh, by the way, there is also Nanwei's aunt, Lu Ying. In order to get closer to the Lu family, I have summoned her frequently these days."

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows. She had almost forgotten about Lu Ying, Lu Nanwei's aunt.

He said casually: "This woman is pretty good."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Qin Huairou's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she secretly wondered, does your Majesty have any thoughts about Lu Ying?

At this moment, outside the palace, it suddenly began to rain lightly, not heavy, but somewhat continuous.

It's in a small building in the front hall of the palace.

This is a residence specially awarded by Zhou Jian to the unscrupulous Taoist Yang Wei.

He put on a relatively clean Taoist robe and now stood under the eaves, squinting his little eyes and looking at the sky.

Stroking his mustache, he said quietly: "Tsk, the dark clouds are thick and the thunder is rolling. I'm afraid something is going to happen."

"Is it Kyushu or the capital?"

"It really can't stop for a moment. Your Majesty's destiny is strange, and the turmoil will continue."

...

Outside the palace, there is an inconspicuous private house in the huge capital city.

It was raining continuously, the beating eaves kept making noise, and the trickling water flowed down, which seemed a bit depressing.

"Is the news true?"

A voice sounded like ten thousand insects crawling, indescribably hoarse and indescribably cold.

"Master, it's true!"

"Some people saw with their own eyes that a large number of convoys returned to the capital, and news came from Mingzhou... The investigation into Shangzi's death failed, and no one in the three halls was spared."

A man wearing a raincoat and a straw hat kneeled in the rain and said.

Tuoba Bodhisattva walked out of the eaves. His figure was very thin, but he had an inexplicable pressure that could not be possessed by ordinary people in the world.

He wears a Bodhisattva mask, which is a bit sinister and scary, and one pupil is obviously cyan.

This image alone is enough to scare a large number of people into tears.

"From this point of view, the person who killed Dong Zhuo may really be the current emperor. He was so bold that thousands of people dared to leave the capital."

"What a pity. If I had known in advance, I would have kept him in Mingzhou forever!" He shook hands with a clicking sound.
Chapter completed!