Wu Xiu did not answer Emperor An Xi's question, but asked, "I heard that Your Majesty wants to bury Leng Weidong in the imperial mausoleum?" Wu Xiu's attitude was simply disrespectful. If it had been anyone else, he would have been buried long ago. Pull it out and chop it off.

Emperor An Xi's heart sank, and he felt something was wrong. He said coldly, "Not bad!"

Wu Xiu raised his eyebrows and said in a serious voice, "Your Majesty, does this seem inappropriate?"

"Bastard! Who are you, dare to question my decision?" Emperor An Xi was furious and scolded him.

Wu Xiu, however, looked unfazed and said in a calm and relaxed tone, "Wei Chen is indeed not qualified and does not dare to question His Majesty's decision. Wei Chen is just passing on the message for the Imperial Preceptor."[

Emperor An Xi had so much hatred in his heart that he never expected that Tu Zexin would be so vicious. Leng Weidong was already dead, but he still refused to give up. What he did was too cruel!

"The Imperial Preceptor has legs and a mouth, but he asked you to deliver the message. I think he is too arrogant!" The quarrel between the royal family and the Imperial Preceptor had reached such an extent that Princess Anqin simply ignored it and became a little angry. We must fight.

Wu Xiu's brain reaction was also very fast. He was stunned for a moment, and then said with a sneer, "The Imperial Master was originally going to come in person, but it's a pity that the Imperial Master was so angry at Leng Weidong's rebellious words. I feel unwell, so I can only send a small minister here."

"Humph!" Princess Anqin snorted bitterly and turned her head to the side.

Emperor An Xi suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a solemn voice, "I want to bury Master Leng in the imperial mausoleum. What does the Imperial Master think is wrong?"

Wu Xiu smiled faintly and said, "The Imperial Master believes that Leng Weidong is a guilty person and he is not worthy of entering the imperial mausoleum!"

"What!?" Emperor An Xi was furious and shouted sternly, "What crime is Master Leng guilty of?"

"The following is my fault, I utter treacherous words, and I have evil intentions!" Wu Xiu straightened his neck and said with a sneer.

Small tripe chicken intestines, real small tripe chicken intestines! After hearing the accusation that Wu Xiu laid on Leng Weidong's head, Emperor An Xi became even more disdainful of Tu Zexin's conduct. It was enough not to spare the living, but Tu Zexin even spared the dead. Don't let it go. Doing things to this extent is considered a state of affairs.

"The Imperial Mausoleum is the mausoleum of my royal family. Who can be buried and who cannot be buried? It seems that it is not Tu Zexin's turn to dictate, right?" Princess Anqin took over the words and said coldly.

Wu Xiu had already made an excuse, and said without hesitation, "The Imperial Mausoleum is the mausoleum of the royal family, but it is also the feng shui dragon vein of our Tianyun Empire. If unclean people are buried in the imperial mausoleum, wouldn't it pollute the feng shui of the empire? Then The people of the empire are suffering! Therefore, the Imperial Master believes that he must take care of this matter!"

"That's unreasonable! Who do you think is unclean, surnamed Wu?" Unexpectedly, Leng Weidong was already dead, but he still had to endure such an insult. How could Princess Anqin endure it? She opened her mouth and asked sharply. .

Wu Xiu had Tu Zexin's support and was unambiguous. He snorted coldly and said, "Leng Weidong is a guilty person, so he is naturally an unclean person! It is too childish for a sinner to be buried in the imperial mausoleum." Bar?"
Chapter completed!