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Chapter 266 The Prime Minister of the Night Country (1)

In the new year of the Ye Kingdom, the vassal king of Qi led troops to rebel, and the emperor of Ye Kingdom hanged himself on the city wall. Later Prime Minister Xiao Qimo led the army of Ye Kingdom to rise up to resist. This war lasted for several months. Ink's victory is over.

Xiao Qimo supported the late emperor's four-year-old son, Ye Qing, to take the throne, and changed his reign name to Mo Yuan, and ruled the court for several years. In the name of Lord Qing, he tried to get rid of Xiao Qimo, but none of them succeeded.

Xiao Qimo, the prime minister of Ye Kingdom, is also the real ruler.

He personally planned the vassal king's rebellion, forced the late emperor to death, supported the puppet in power, and manipulated everything in the Ye Kingdom behind his back.

And the war that started because of him caused more than half of the people killed and injured in the Yeguo capital within a few months, and the people were displaced and homeless.

The bamboo slip in Xingyue's hand turned into powder and lingered around her the moment she closed it, slowly forming a passageway that took her to another world.

Night Kingdom, Prime Minister's Mansion.

It has been two years since the new emperor ascended the throne, and the young emperor was already six years old. The prime minister Xiao Qimo used the excuse that the new emperor was still young and weak, so he should not work too hard Confine him in the palace.

The courtiers have one thing, but due to Xiao Qimo's influence, they just dare not speak out, and the memorials that should be sent to the palace every day have already been sent to the prime minister's mansion for review by the prime minister. He became a puppet emperor.

Among the piled up memorials, Xiao Qimo was concentrating on processing them seriously, his beautiful sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was constantly revising the memorials with a red pen for annotations in his hand.

The waiter beside him was already yawning incessantly from sleepiness, and it was already the third watch outside. After annotating the last memorial, Xiao Qimo pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, "Come here."

"The little one is here."

The tired young servant immediately came to his senses and knelt in front of Xiao Qimo, waiting for Xiao Qimo's orders,

"Ask someone to prepare water, but the truth is to wash up."

The boy said yes, then stepped back respectfully and told people to prepare.

After washing, Xiao Qimo was only wearing his underwear, his hair was loose, and his face was a little tired. After lying on the bed for a moment, he fell into a deep sleep, and the lights in the room were turned off.

Except for the little servants and maids who were watching the night, and the soldiers who were watching the night, everyone in the mansion had already rested.

In the bedroom, a white light flashed, and Xingyue had already appeared in place, wearing a long silver dress, slightly curly long brown hair hanging behind her back, and her delicate facial features against the background of the moonlight were so beautiful that they seemed unreal.

Xingyue looked at the unfamiliar environment around her curiously. The furnishings in the house were not complicated, but everything faintly revealed its great value.

Borrowing the moonlight outside the house, one can vaguely see a person lying on the bed. Xingyue walked over cautiously, trying not to make any noise, standing by the bed and looking at the person on the bed.

His facial features are firm and three-dimensional, his appearance is superior, he doesn't look like thirty years old, and he doesn't look like the treacherous and evil person written in the bamboo slips, Xingyue tilted his head slightly, and stretched out his hand carefully to touch Xiao Qi Inked cheeks.

When he felt the warmth on his fingertips, he took it back as if he was electrocuted. He poked his face again and muttered softly, "Why is it easier to touch than mine?"

Xingyue rubbed her small round face depressedly, pouted dissatisfiedly, and wanted to find a chair to do it, but just as she turned around, there was a sudden pull on her arm, and when she realized it, she was already under pressure Under the body.

(End of this chapter)