The Qiankun Palace is empty.

The bronze lampstand was in the shape of a crane singing clouds. As the door was pushed open, the candlelight began to flicker.

There was a thunder and rain outside, and Lu Yu closed the door, and the sound of rain was isolated outside the Qiankun Palace.

In the dim lights, a five-clawed golden dragon robe came into view.

Zhao Yuanyan was wearing a dragon robe, his hair was loose, and he sat under the dragon chair platform without any grace. The air was filled with the spirit of green ant wine. The solemn and solemn Chaohui Palace, now it seemed like an ordinary wine shop and teahouse, with the smell of drunkenness.

Quite pungent.

Lu Yu frowned. He didn't expect that Zhao Yuanyan would make such a gesture.

"Sit down."

Zhao Yuanyan's voice was quite hoarse, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot.

In front of him, there was a table with several wine pots scattered on it, and a pair of clean bowls were placed there, which was obviously prepared for Lu Yu long ago.

"If you are worried that it is poisonous, you don't have to drink it. I can drink it by myself." Zhao Yuanyan's face was full of madness and drank the wine in the bowl.

Zhao Yuanyan was like a gambler who lost everything, and was in the final madness in this palace that belonged to him.

It has been less than a year since Zhao Yuanyan ascended the throne, and he has gone from an orthodox emperor who controls the world to a loser who loses everything.

The army no longer obeyed him, and even the closest Jinyi Long Guard and the Imperial Guard left him.

All the officials no longer obeyed him, and even opened the palace gate to welcome Lu Yu's arrival.

The Lord of Nine Five was just an empty word. He sat in the Qiankun Hall, with his original intention of mastering Qiankun, but his order could no longer be transmitted from Qiankun Hall.

Lu Yu knew Zhao Yuanyan’s mood now.

Everything he had mastered was wiped out in the blink of an eye. No matter how strong a person is, he would feel quite collapsed at this time.

Lu Yu sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all. He felt a warm current penetrated into his internal organs, which actually made his magic power improve a little out of thin air. Obviously, this wine also uses many kinds of materials.

Refined from the treasures.

If such a pot of wine is spread, it is enough to treat it as a treasure, and can be sold with many rare elixirs.

However, Lu Yu is the body of a martial immortal, and he is not invaded by all poisons, so he will not worry about Zhao Yuanyan's poisoning.

"The wine is good." Lu Yu said.

Zhao Yuanyan said: "This is the spiritual wine brewed from the imperial kitchen. If you like it, I will give you a few more pots."

Looking at Lu Yu, Zhao Yuanyan suddenly sighed: "Actually, there is no grudge between you and me. I, I, Nian, wanted to kill Pei Tianguang because this person stubbornly violated my interests. In the end, even if you save him, I will

There is no intention to blame you."

"You are a disciple of the Saint Wen and have such a high talent. If you use it for me in the future, you will definitely be granted a title of marquis and prime ministers and achieve unparalleled achievements. Unfortunately..."

Zhao Yuanyan suddenly looked at him with a fierce look on his face: "It's a pity, if I had known that there would be such a day, I would have taken any consequences and got you out first."

"It's a pity that you didn't. Xu Guizong also wanted to get rid of me, but it's a pity that he didn't use all his strength. These have become a thing of the past. It's a foregone conclusion, and it's useless." Lu Yu said lightly.

"Yes, it's useless."

Zhao Yuanyan showed a wry smile on his face: "I didn't expect that even the Lord of Divine Power could die at your hands. He is worthy of being a disciple of the Venerable Saint. Now it seems that I still lost."
Chapter completed!