Chapter 1695???? How much can you buy your throne?
Huang Tong, behind Sima Wen, almost fell to the ground.
"Come, protect us!"
The eunuch was about to call for help, but Ye Siming kicked him to the side.
His internal strength was so deep that he kicked the eunuch so hard that he vomited blood, and he fell to the side and stopped moving.
Several ministers in the hall were so scared that they gathered together and followed the emperor slowly backed down step by step.
Ye Siming was black in the cloak, and he walked into the hall with leisurely steps.
Then, I glanced around casually.
"The palace was well built, it's up to my heart."
Sima Wen's breathing was rapid due to tension. He stared at the broken sword dripping blood in Ye Siming's hand.
This Yongye Hou is such a ruthless man. He killed all the way and his sword was cut off!?
Sima Wen hurriedly said, "I can give you a large sum of gold, silver and treasures. How much monthly salary does the Emperor of Qi give you? I will give you more!"
Ye Siming raised his indifferent eyes: "I don't want money."
"Then whatever you want, my uncle can satisfy you!"
Huang Tong helped Sima Wen answer first.
Ye Siming sneered, and when he took a few steps, they were so scared that they cried softly.
Until Sima Wen and others watched Ye Siming walk to the dragon throne.
The boy stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers and touched the faucet on the chair.
He lowered his thin eyes and asked slowly, "How much?"
Sima Wen was stunned and confused: "What?"
Ye Siming turned his head and looked unrestrained: "I said, how much can I buy your throne?"
Everyone took a breath.
What a joke is this Yongye Hou making!
Sima Wen felt even more indignant of being humiliated.
He threw away the two ministers surrounding him and scolded him in a row: "A mere marquis, how dare you disrespect me!"
"This is the position of the emperor. Do you want to exchange it for money?
Do you really think of Jin as an incompetent person?”
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "What if it is?"
His rhetorical question made the ministers present stunned.
"I entered the imperial city from Kyoto, and the road was unobstructed. The so-called heavily guarded palace was not allowed to kill me here?"
"Isn't an incompetent person, what?"
Ye Siming raised his thin lips and his eyes were slightly mocked, and his eyebrows were even longer on his temples, making him look so powerful.
He raised his black boots and stepped on the dragon chaise with one foot, his posture melodious and lazy.
"I'm giving you a choice to survive now. You can offer a price and I can buy the throne, otherwise there will be a little trouble for me to kill with so many people in the palace."
Most importantly, he promised Gu Nuoer not to slaughter others.
Except for those who should be killed, all the others who should not be killed can be let go.
So, after thinking about it, he simply used silver to solve the problem.
After all, ordinary people like to wait for a price.
As for the money, the monthly salary he had for the marquis was spent on Gu Nuoer, and he was not going to use it.
So Ye Siming was preparing to go back to Shura Realm at that time.
There are thousands of rare treasures in his demon temple.
If you don’t have enough money, just sell it out.
Ye Siming thought that Gu Nuoer's birthday was about to be about to be, so he looked sideways and urged Sima Wen, who was shocked.
"You think about it quickly and give you ten numbers."
Sima Wen was furious: "Aren't you afraid that my dead soldiers rushed over and crushed you into mud?"
Ye Siming frowned: "Are you talking about hiding on the roof? It's just tied up and hanging outside. Do you want to go and see it?"
Sima Wen was stunned, his eyes were bloodshot and red.
Ye Siming raised his jaw leisurely: "Five numbers have passed, and you don't have much time."