Another slave game came to an end. Shi Ji wiped the blood from the back of the knife, looked at the corpses on the ground expressionlessly, looked at the Xianbei nobles laughing loudly, and threw the big knife to the guard next to him expressionlessly,
Turn around and leave.
He went to a teahouse.
The private room on the second floor of the tea house is filled with incense, which dissipates a lot of the smell of blood.
Murong Yan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then frowned.
Since the founding of the Wei Dynasty, all people have been Sinicized, and even the drinking customs have changed a lot.
But he still wasn't used to drinking tea.
Liquor is still delicious.
After a while, Shi Ji knocked on the door and entered, sitting directly opposite Murong Yan.
Murong Yan seemed to have known that he was coming, so she poured the tea.
The young man picked up the tea cup and took a sip imitating Murong Yan's example, without any expression on his face.
"What decree did your Majesty issue today?" Murong Yan put down the tea cup and asked with a smile.
Shi Ji took out a piece of cloth from his waist and handed it over.
After surrendering, he won Tuoba Chunyu's favor with his eloquent words and became a popular person in front of him.
But no one knows that his real allegiance is to Grand Sima Murong Yan.
"Hundred pairs of boys and girls must be sacrificed for him to refine elixirs and ask for immortality." Murong Yan looked at the words written on this golden cloth and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Shi Ji nodded: "Recently, he got a Han man's face from somewhere. The man was dying when he was picked up, but he looked at him right. The elixir your Majesty wants to refine is for this face.
"
Murong Yan clicked her tongue.
Tuoba Chunyu's taste is so damn heavy.
"Since he wants a boy and a girl, then he will be satisfied." Murong Yan handed the cloth back and smiled slightly.
Shi Ji raised his eyebrows: "There are widespread complaints from people all over the Wei Dynasty. They say that His Majesty is tyrannical and unjust, and that the corpses of the imperial officials are left without food. How can we continue to satisfy His Majesty's selfish desires? Isn't the Great Sima afraid of destroying the Wei Dynasty?"
The smile on Murong Yan's face deepened: "This is the Great Wei of the Tuoba clan, and he is not the Great Wei of my Murong clan, so what does it have to do with me?"
"Da Sima means..." Shi Ji thought thoughtfully.
"A cruel person cannot be an emperor. He can only be the last king." Murong Yan flipped the lid of the tea cup.
Shi Ji's eyes flashed with light, he cupped his fists towards Murong Yan and left.
…
Chang'an Imperial Palace.
This was once the imperial palace of the Jin Dynasty, and now it is the imperial palace of the Wei Dynasty.
Deep in the palace, there was a pale Han man lying on the couch, with the maids around him serving him carefully.
Next to him, there was a man wearing a dragon robe sitting, who was clearly the Emperor of the Wei Dynasty, Tuoba Chunyu.
Tuoba Chunyu frowned when he saw the weak breath of the man on the couch: "Has Shi Ji gone to look for boys and girls?"
"Back to Your Majesty, the general has sent people to look for him. There will be news soon."
"Tell him to hurry up. If he is delayed, come to see me!"
"Here."
The maid left the room tremblingly, and the smell of blood in front of her nose disappeared instantly.
She took several deep breaths and couldn't help but click her tongue.
The head was snatched from the wolf's mouth by Your Majesty while hunting. I don't know how it got lost in His Majesty's eyes, and he had to bring it back and spend so much energy to save it.
This face is not good-looking either. It is not as good-looking as the Xianbei man. How come His Majesty can see him right?
Does His Majesty just like pretty boys?
The taste is outrageous.
The maid complained while going out to deliver the news.
At that time, Shi Ji had already captured the boys and girls, and sent these children who were under one year old to the palace amidst a lot of crying. This chapter has been completed!