Chapter four hundred and seventy seventh was beaten by the wall
The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard endlessly.
Young Master Liu, who had just been full of pride, threatened to pay 400,000 yuan, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. His proficiency would never have been achieved without having squatted for more than ten times.
His forehead tilted slightly, his eyes peeking at the dozens of swords hanging above his head.
"Your Majesty, the minister didn't mean it. I didn't expect you to come from behind all of a sudden. I thought..."
"Shut up!"
"oh!"
The aggrieved look was no different from that of a husband who had been scolded by his mother-in-law.
The Queen's voice was as cold as the cold wind in June, but it was also full of indifference, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
A group of ministers from the Kingdom of Jin all glared at Young Master Liu who was squatting on the ground, but no one spoke, because they knew better than anyone else.
The Queen needs to be quiet now.
Or it can be said that the Queen needs to think about how to deal with Young Master Liu who is squatting on the ground.
Song Qing looked at the empress whose expression turned gloomy with shock and a trace of sweat on her forehead. She kept the handle of the horizontal sword in her hand. If the empress really wanted to order the execution of the third brother because he offended Long Yan, Song Qing would have already
Be prepared for a fight to the death.
The same is Liu Si, who is also holding the weapon in his hand tightly and is ready to capture the king.
Brother Liu Ye's existence is to serve the Liu family. Although he died without regrets, the concept instilled in him since he was a child is to humiliate others to death.
The queen took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down the anger in her heart, but she couldn't act out such a weird scene.
It shouldn't be a dandy who is arrogant and domineering, threatening the beauty with a lewd look on his face: "Just scream, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken."
Is this style of painting in line with the mainstream of today’s society?
If you don't say that the queen is the queen, she plays something different.
"What do you want to do? Don't come over. We can discuss it if you have anything to say."
Liu Mingzhi held the spray gun in his hand across his chest, looking at Her Majesty the Queen who was slowly taking action with a look of panic, like a little girl about to be bullied.
The Queen looked at Young Master Liu with a cold expression, her jade knuckles crackling. She looked quite majestic as if the world was collapsing without changing her expression. However, only Young Master Liu knew the truth.
"How should I call you? You dragons have an old saying, over and over and over and over again, do you know what it means?"
"You know."
Young Master Liu stumbled and looked at the Queen across from him, then slowly backed away without daring to stop for a moment.
However, God failed to fulfill his wishes. Although the city tower was large, the space was limited after all.
There was a clang, and Young Master Liu pressed tightly against the wall behind.
With a snap, Liu Mingzhi looked at the flawless face close at hand and was a little dazed. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he still couldn't hide the fragrance coming into his nose. He was even more stunned by the wrist resting on his ear.
Endless.
There is only one thought in my mind.
Is this young master being banged against the wall?