Not even half a bottle of wine had passed, the girl's eyes were blurred, she was swaying around, her delicate body suddenly softened, and she fell down on Zhong Wen's shoulder, unable to even hold her tongue straight, "Come on, do you still want to be the emperor?"
"
This girl is really weak when it comes to drinking!
Zhong Wen tilted his head slightly, and Illya's rosy cheeks immediately came into view, like a ripe apple, so charming and charming that people couldn't help but want to take a bite.
The girl's orchid breath mixed with the smell of alcohol hit his face. It was fragrant and sweet, and the fragrance was alluring. It made his heart tremble and he felt slightly absent-minded.
At this moment, he had to admit that Illya was very good-looking, with exquisite facial features, fair and smooth skin, and hair as smooth as silk, exuding a bright golden light that made people want to reach out and touch her.
Even though she is young and immature, and her figure has not yet fully grown, the blond girl's appearance can still surpass most of the beauties Zhong Wen has ever seen. It is no exaggeration to say that she is capable of enchanting a country.
"If you want to sleep, go back to your room and sleep!"
Fortunately, Zhong Wen has seen countless beauties, and his endurance in this regard is far beyond the reach of others. After a short moment of confusion, his eyes quickly returned to clarity. He raised his right hand and tapped the knuckle of his index finger heavily on the girl's smooth forehead.
He knocked and said, "If you dare to spit on me, you have to wash it off!"
"Ah woo~"
Illya covered her forehead with tears streaming down her face. Her face was full of grievances. She wanted to curse, but her head was still dizzy and she couldn't form words at all.
"It's not that they don't want to be emperor."
Pushing away the girl's soft and delicate body, Zhong Wen looked up at the sky and murmured in a low voice, "But I thought about it too much. I was stunned. Before I saw the real owner, I actually started to fight to the death. You think it's ridiculous.
laugh?"
Ilya was too drunk to get up, and had no support, so she simply leaned on a rockery in the yard, her big bright eyes narrowed into two slits, she tilted her gaze at Zhongwen, and muttered inaudible words.
, I don’t know if I am awake or confused.
The girl's hair and skirt were blown up by the breeze at the same time, and her slender waist was swaying, making people unconsciously have endless reverie.
Zhong Wen, however, seemed to have transformed into a straight man, still sitting quietly on the ground, taking a sip of wine and a bite of chicken, seemingly not noticing the beautiful scene in front of him at all.
"Girl, it's time to wake up."
About two more moments later, Zhong Wen suddenly had a look in his eyes, and with a flick of his right hand, he shot an elixir that exuded a faint fragrance into Ilia's mouth, "These noble gentlemen have already decided the winner."
"Eh? I, what am I...?"
Ilia, who was still in a daze a moment ago, felt her brain cool down, her whole body trembled, and she suddenly woke up. Only then did she realize that she was lying in front of Zhong Wen. Her pretty face turned red immediately, and she stood up in a panic, lowering her head.
Look at yourself.
"You were drunk just now."
Zhong Wen stared at the entrance of the courtyard and said calmly, "So I gave you a hangover elixir."
"You, you dare to stuff things into my mouth again."
Finding that her clothes were intact and there was no difference, Illya breathed a sigh of relief. Then she seemed to remember something. She wrinkled her nose slightly, waved her pink fist fiercely at Zhong Wen, and threatened in a sweet voice, "
I’m not done with you!”
"My elixir is very expensive, so I'm not giving it to you for free."
Zhong Wen chuckled and said, "Remember, you already owe me a hundred spiritual crystals now."
"One hundred spiritual crystals!"
Illya jumped up, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her voice suddenly rose an octave, "You, why don't you go and grab it?"
"coming."
Zhong Wen did not continue to argue with her, but changed the topic and turned to look at the courtyard door.
Before he finished speaking, a burly figure had already limped into the courtyard.
The visitor has medium blond hair, a blond beard, and a square face covered with wrinkles. He is obviously no longer young, but from the vast aura exuding from his body, one can still get a glimpse of his impressive cultivation.
and strength.
"The Duke of Wellington!"
After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Illya's expression changed and she instinctively exclaimed.
After experiencing an extremely fierce life-and-death struggle, the winner in the end was the Duke of Wellington who was the first to rush outside the house, which shows that Jiang is still very old.
At the moment when the old Duke entered the princess mansion, Shen Xiaowan, Zhuma, Guoguo and Fatty also appeared quietly in the courtyard. The movements of the three women and one pig were so fast and covert that they threatened
Lingtong didn't even realize that the other party arrived later than him, and thought they had been waiting in the yard for a long time.
"Old Minister Wellington."
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, although the old Duke was covered in blood and bruises, he had a gentle and elegant smile on his face, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I have met His Highness Illya."
"Your Majesty the Duke."
Facing the prestigious old Duke, Illya instinctively had some stage fright. She first took two steps back, then glanced at Zhong Wen beside her, her mood gradually calmed down, "Are you here to kill me?"
"His Highness is well aware of the purpose of my visit, so there is no need to elaborate on it, right?"
Wellington smiled slightly, "You and I have no grievances. Old ministers should not bully the younger ones. However, the throne of the Jinyao Empire must fall into the hands of the golden clan with pure blood. If you are not of pure blood, if you really sit on that
I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public because of the position."
"If you want to be an emperor, just go for it."
Illya curled her lips and said gloomily, "I don't care about this seat. At worst, I'll give it to you."
"I don't want to fight against His Highness."
The Duke of Wellington pretended to be regretful and said, "But His Majesty has decreed that only the golden clan who killed you can be qualified to succeed the crown prince, so... I'm sorry."
"This is the Duke."
Zhong Wen, who had always been silent, suddenly interrupted, "How do you prove to the emperor that you are the one who killed Illya?"
"Isn't this simple?"
Wellington glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that a young man would have the courage to strike up a conversation with him. After looking up and down for a long time, he didn't find anything special. Then he calmed down and replied with a smile, "
All you have to do is carry His Highness’s head and go to see His Majesty.”
"As you say..."
Zhong Wen gently stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "As long as I have Ilia's head, I will be the next crown prince?"
"good."
Seeing that victory was in sight, and the peak power and status were already beckoning to him, Wellington was in a particularly happy mood. He also showed unprecedented patience towards this young man who appeared out of nowhere, "You can say that."
"But you were injured so badly, even if you took her head away."
Zhong Wen was like a curious baby, constantly asking, "Aren't you afraid of being intercepted halfway?"
"Little guy, you are not from the imperial capital, are you?"
Wellington chuckled and said, "Just so you know, now the three princes have unfortunately passed away. Except for Your Majesty and Marshal Breen, the other people who could threaten me all died outside the princess's palace just now, and those two
It is absolutely impossible to take action. If you want to cut off Hu, you must have this ability."
"Can even a bad old man dominate the imperial capital?"
Zhong Wen turned to look at Ilia and complained with a disappointed look on his face, "Is the Golden Clan so weak?"
Duke Wellington's face darkened, his eyes were filled with cold light, and he did not hide his murderous aura.
"Yes, yes, everyone else is weak, so you are the only one who is strong, right?"
Illya didn't expect that he would say such a thing suddenly, and couldn't help laughing out loud. She rolled her eyes at him angrily and said, "Be careful, if you blow your cover, you will be slapped in the face by this old man in public."
"Just him?"
Zhong Wen shook his head and sneered, "I can crush ten thousand of these weak chickens to death with one hand."
"oh?"
Illya laughed so hard that her flower branches trembled, "Then why don't you pinch one and let me see?"
"Just pinch... No, you want me to work in vain?"
Just as Zhong Wen was about to agree, he suddenly rolled his eyes, waved his hands and said, "What a beautiful idea!"
"Tch, all talk without practice!" Ilia rolled her eyes at him with disdain, which was so bright and moving that it made Zhong Wen's heart skip a beat and his thoughts swirled.
"Let's do this. During the next period of time, I will crush whoever you ask me to kill."
Zhong Wen rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "But after you become the emperor, you have to agree to a condition, how about it?"
"What conditions?"
Looking at the malicious smile on his face, Illya immediately asked alertly.
"This...it's hard to say."
Zhong Wen did not answer directly, "When I think about it one day, it won't be too late to tell you."
"It was agreed beforehand."
Illya tilted her head, bit her index finger lightly, and answered hesitantly with a blushing face for a long time, "No, you can't make those shameless requests."
"What do you mean by a shameless request?" Zhong Wen asked.
"You, you know it in your heart!"
Illya's pretty face suddenly turned red. She glared at him fiercely and said, "Dirty bastard!"
"rest assured."
Zhong Wen suddenly understood and said seriously, "If you want me to have a wrong idea, please go back and grow up first."
"Go to hell!"
Illya rolled her eyes at him angrily, and then added, "Okay, you can go and squeeze him to death."
"make a deal!"
Zhong Wen grinned, showing two rows of neat white teeth, and his smile was extremely bright.
"puff!"
Just as these two words were spoken, his palm somehow grasped the Duke of Wellington's face. The speed was so fast that it could not be caught with the naked eye. Then, with a slight exertion of force, his fingers actually really touched the face of this veteran saint.
The head was crushed and exploded, blood and brain matter mixed together, splattered all over the floor.
The Duke of Wellington, who tried his best and went through many hardships, finally managed to break out of the tight siege, but he didn't even make the slightest splash, and died inexplicably in the Ilia Mansion.
Death is lighter than a feather!
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