I am omnipotent because of wine

Style returned to the system space, and after a good night's sleep, the system sent him to a new mission world.

In the last world, being a gangster, or the kind of gangster with clear logic, really makes people feel very happy, one word is cool!

It's merciless to cheat people.

It’s just why he died after drinking some wine, and what was added, sleeping pills and other messy things, the style feels a bit strange, but if you think about it carefully, it should be the ghost of the system.

A good ending to the story is also very important.

Although death may seem like a tragedy.

But from a certain point of view, be is also another kind of perfection, imperfect perfection.

But now it's important to consider what the new mission world is.

The moment he opened his eyes, Style thought he saw God, the golden light really blinded people, but when he looked carefully, it seemed to be a mess of blood mist.

It always feels a little unreal.

Style simply sat up, rubbed his eyes, the picture in front of him disappeared, and what came into his eyes was a somewhat dilapidated environment. He touched his head with one hand, and basically he could tell which era he was talking about with long or short hair.

The environment doesn't matter.

I touched the hair fork on my head, and I am satisfied with the style. Although the long hair looks great, it is not convenient to take care of it.

Modern society is good, but the picture of ghosts and animals just now is definitely abnormal, and the specific abnormality remains to be studied.

Style begins to receive memory.

This time the original owner is awesome.

Style swallowed and finished the memory.

The original owner is a ghost...

Well, it's a time-traveled ghost.

The style wants to slap itself, how can it be judged so easily, the era it is in.

The original owner is a person in modern society. After death, his soul travels to another world. Unlike the protagonist who travels to this world, he does not get a body at all when he travels to this world. Tragically, he can only exist in the world with a soul body. .

From a certain point of view, this world is an evolution, but in terms of fantasy, it is a degeneration.

Under normal circumstances, not many people can see the original owner, but sometimes people can see the ghost by using a special environment, a special geographical location, or some small objects with relatively dark energy.

This story is not simply about the chaotic court or the rivers and lakes. The protagonist Wei Chen is the child left behind by the emperor Wei Yu. Chaotang took the throne.

Right now, Style and Wei Chen have just traveled to this world.

Wei Chen is still in the plot where he hasn't met the grandfather with his own top-notch skills.

Style has been lying in the dilapidated limbo.

Bridge bean sack,...I lost it, can ghosts drink?

Style tremblingly took out a jar of wine from the system backpack, and then watched helplessly as the wine jar fell to the ground with a snap and broke...

The mellow liquor swayed in the air, and the style clearly smelled it, but I just couldn't drink or taste the feeling of the thick and pure liquid flowing in my mouth.

Crash.

Style tries to go to hell.

He floated out of the cold palace in broad daylight and ran under the sun, but nothing happened.

What about the ghost?

Although there were few people around the Leng Palace, occasionally there would be court ladies and eunuchs passing by, trying to jump up and down in front of them, doing all kinds of antics, no matter how hard they could be seen by those people, they were frustrated.

There is no way to drink, and the ghost does not know how to commit suicide and escape from this world.

The original owner died and became a soul. When he traveled to this world, his soul was almost crushed by the force of time and space.

There is no way to fulfill a wish, and a ghost doesn’t know what to counterattack, especially in this era where there are all human beings, unless you kill all the people in this era and turn them into ghosts, then everyone will be in the world. Struggle for power?

You don't even need to think about it to know it's impossible.

It's sad.

Style simply went around the palace and went around the world where he was the emperor before. Style didn't seriously visit his own palace, he stayed in his palace every day, or went out of the palace to play.

What's in the harem?In addition to the Royal Garden, there is also the Queen's Palace, he really doesn't know.

Walking around, no one can see me, I feel really boring in style, so I ran to the imperial dining room.

Not to mention that the food made here looks extraordinarily delicate and delicious, and you can still smell the food at the tip of your nose, but you can't touch it at all, and I don't know why.

Very sad.

It happened that a eunuch put all the food on a plate and took them out one by one. He didn't know where to bring them. He was too lazy to lie on a lunch box. He thought it would pass through the box. I thought I could actually lie on it.

Then lie down on it.

The eunuch moved very fast, and arrived at a magnificent looking palace in a short while.

Another eunuch shouted, "Chuan Shan."

The people who stood outside and waited for a few seconds went in one by one, lying on the lunch box and being placed on the table, they just lay there and did not move.

Lying on the table and looking up, I found that it was a man in a dragon robe. Coincidentally, I met the emperor directly.

Emperor Weiyu couldn't see style either.

Just sitting on the table like this, a court lady is serving him dishes.

The style was so boring that he lay there and blew on Wei Yu.

Wei Yu's hair actually moved.

The man with fluttering hair in a dragon robe could feel where the air flow came from in an instant, and the chopsticks flew out of his hand, but he didn't touch anything.

It passed directly through the style body.

Style was taken aback, but nothing happened.

I still admire Wei Yu very much. Without martial arts, this reaction speed is unmatched by ordinary people.

The slave next to him had already swiped and knelt down, Wei Yu looked around carefully, and found that there was no one else except these court ladies and eunuchs and him.

The gate is also closed well, this is inexplicable, how could there be wind?And the wind was still coming towards his face.

Wei Yu became vigilant in his heart. As an emperor who did not come to this position from the prince, Wei Yu has been used to all kinds of assassinations over the years, his face remained calm, his movements remained unchanged when he ate, but his spirit was always vigilant around his surroundings. .

Maybe it was because the ladies in the palace were getting in the way for too long, or maybe the maids and eunuchs were the assassin he guessed.

Just get them all out.

"Go back."

"Here."

Wei Yu took a pair of spare chopsticks and was still eating. Seeing that there was no one around, he simply floated down from the table, stood behind Wei Yu's head facing him, and blew another breath.

Wei Yu reacted faster this time, and in an instant, both chopsticks in his hand flew out, but there was still no one around.

In this case, I can't eat anymore.

Wei Chen frowned.

It is not yet noon, and there is still about a quarter of the time when the yang energy is at its peak.

Wei Yu ordered people to take away the food that had hardly been touched, and went back to the table alone to review the memorial.

Looking at it from the sidelines, occasionally he dislikes Wei Yu, who looks so serious, but also criticizes so-and-so's concubine having an affair with so-and-so.

It even clearly stated how to punish and so on.

The sun is getting higher and higher.

Wei Yu seemed to feel a shadow beside him for a moment, and quickly raised his head to see a man with short hair and strange clothes standing beside him, showing his forearm and calf.

"Who are you?" Wei Yu stepped back quickly, startled.

But because it was too easy to drive out those palace ladies before, he didn't let them in. Now there are only two of them in the palace.

"Me? Are you talking to me? Can you see me?" The style is strange.

Wei Yu frowned, thinking that the person in front of him might be out of his mind.

"If you talk to me again, I'll answer you. I'm Style. I'm not a person, but a ghost. I've been dead for a while." Style was half-sitting on the ground, leaning forward on the table Going up, tilting his head to look at Wei Yu who was standing two or three meters away from him.

"Ghosts? I don't believe in ghosts in this world, I only believe in ghosts in people's hearts." Wei Chen quickly reached out his hand, wanting to hold Style's hand.

As a result, the hand was empty...

For the first time in his life, a dull expression appeared on the emperor's face.

"You? Are you really a ghost?" Wei Yu took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but Xu still felt that he was in a dream. This 27-something young man stood aside like an iceberg exudes air-conditioning.

"Of course." Feng Style nodded, he didn't feel cold anyway.

Speechless.

Wei Yu's mind was full of messy thoughts, thinking about how ordinary people should react when they see a ghost, screaming and running away?Shaking and calling for help?

Or, with the excitement of hunting?

Feng Feng was rather curious about why Wei Yu could see him, but he didn't ask, he was too lazy, and just practiced the Ming Xinzong Kung Fu for a while, and his whole body exuded a golden light.

Wei Yu could see clearly, he was suddenly a little uncertain now, what kind of creature was the person in front of him?Is it a ghost or what?

Do ghosts radiate a golden light?Shouldn't ghosts emit black energy?

He was curious and asked the same question.

"Probably because I was an emperor before." Style said rubbing his chin. He didn't know what kind of existence he was now. The original owner lost his body, leaving only a soul, and he wanted to counterattack or something. , does this count as one soul running into another soul?

Or is it like putting a protective film like a mobile phone on your soul?

"You?" Wei Yu looked at this strangely dressed man in front of him in disbelief, how could he ever be an emperor?

"What? Don't you believe it?" Feng Style asked back, propped his chin and looked at the air-conditioned Wei Yu, "But it's true, after all, just like you don't believe that there are ghosts in this world, you can't know what the world will be like after a thousand years like."

"Then do you know what the world will look like in a thousand years?" Wei Yu's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to think of, so he said.

Style looked at him with a funny face, "Your performance really makes people see at a glance that you want to plot against me. If you have any questions, just ask. We are not of the same race. At most, there will only be life and death disputes, and there will be no disputes." conflict of interest."

Wei Yu gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me everything you know."

"You are really greedy." Style said so, but he still told Wei Yu some common news he knew.

For example, cars, airplanes, high-speed rails, aircraft carriers, satellites, etc. in the world after a thousand years were explained, and Wei Yu was stunned abruptly.

"Can't believe it?" Style felt that his mouth was a little dry, and he didn't know why a ghost would feel this way, but at this time, the most yang moment at noon had passed, and he could still be seen by Wei Yu. It's not because of the yin, it's because these two emperors who don't get along at all have somehow established a causal relationship.

"For example, if parrots disappeared many years ago, and someone told you that there used to be a bird that could speak human language in this world, would you believe it?" Style said, quietly watching Wei Yu return to normal .

"Then how did you come back here from the world thousands of years later?" Wei Yu calmed down, made his dragon chair again, looked at Style's laziness on the table, and asked back.

"This involves knowledge in the field of space and time, and I can't explain it clearly to you." Style is too lazy to tell lies indiscriminately. One lie needs several lies to complete, and the person in front of him has nothing to do with him. Is it necessary to lie to him?

"I think you just don't want to talk about it."

To be an emperor does not necessarily have to learn to speculate on other people's thoughts, but to learn to read other people's thoughts, one is to look at the superior from the perspective of a low-level person, and the other is to condescend to observe visually, although Wei Yu is not very good at learning.

Wei Yu can be seen through the style, and Wei Yu can also see through a little style, but not much.

"If you know it, don't say it. I just came here today after a thousand years. Have you ever seen a ghost before?" He said half-truths and half-false words in a casual style, and he didn't explain anyway.

"Never seen."

"Then you call a eunuch and maid to come in and see if they can see me."

Wei Chen took a deep look at Style and agreed.

A eunuch soon came in outside the palace, and the eunuch was ordered by Wei Yu, "Go and get a pot of tea, two cups."

The eunuch had been with Wei Yu for a long time, and he said with a flattering smile, "Does the Emperor have guests coming?"

Wei Yu didn't speak, just glanced at him, and the eunuch went down to prepare to go.

Shi Feng shrugged his shoulders and said to him, "It seems that other people won't be able to see me, ah, it's so boring, there's nothing to do..."

"Zhen, no, I want to know about your life as an emperor." Wei Yu really rarely met people with the same profession as himself, especially when the other party seemed to be an emperor for a lifetime.

"Me? Push my country forward a little bit, nothing else." Style didn't bother to say that he almost forgot all about it, he just remembered tossing about those ministers.

"Is that so?" Wei Yu was a little frustrated, but it wasn't obvious.

"Otherwise, I almost forgot about it myself, oh yes, are you busy this afternoon?" Feng Feng thought of one thing, I heard that for ghosts, as long as others pay tribute through incense, they can get and human beings. Exactly the same thing, want to try it.

Wei Yu glanced at the memorial piled up next to him, and said flatly, "I don't have anything else to do, what's your business?"

"There is something wrong. Why don't you burn a few clothes for me to wear? You see, although the clothes look like this after a thousand years, it looks fine, but it's really strange in the current environment."

The shirt and trousers whose style is attached to my body always feel a little uncomfortable and affected by the environment.

"Then can you receive it?" Wei Yu glanced suspiciously.

"So it's a try." Style rolled his eyes, isn't he stupid?

"You yourself are not sure why I did that?" Wei Yu didn't want to waste.

"You don't even dare to try. Believe it or not, I will come to your palace every day. Anyway, no one can see it except others. Even if there are some Taoist priests, they will definitely not be able to beat me. You You have to believe how profound the golden light of merit is on a person who has been an emperor all his life."

It is an exaggeration to say that he actually didn't know the reason for the golden glow on his body before.

"You..." Wei Yu was impatient.

"What are you, you just say whether you want to or not." The style of speech speeded up, with a feeling of urging.

"...Okay." Wei Yu replied.

in the afternoon.

In front of many court ladies and eunuchs, the emperor ordered a brand new dragon robe for himself, found a pot and burned it...

The maids and eunuchs looked shocked, thinking that the emperor thought that he did not do well.

He fell to his knees with a clatter.

"It's none of your business, get up, it's just that I don't like this dress, I ordered the garment room to make more daily clothes, silver ones." The dragon robe is golden, Wei Yu usually doesn't like to go out of the palace for daily clothes, It's really pitiful, and they are all worn, so I simply burned a new set of dragon robes to give them a style.

Gold is not suitable for the style of the emperor who has been dead for an unknown number of years, silver is fine, and everyday clothes look more pleasing to the eye than dragon robes.

I don't care about the style, just put it on, it feels a bit long, the original owner's soul looks like a boy in his twenties, but he is not as tall as an ancient person, it's sad!

The servants agreed and withdrew.

There was only one person and one ghost left in the palace.

When the style of the dragon robe was burned to ashes, a set of dragon robes appeared beside him. He could touch it, but Wei Yu couldn't see it.

He looked at the style and made a movement that seemed to be dressing, and after a while, a set of dragon robes of the same style as him appeared on his body.

Seeing this young man blushing, it feels strange to wear his own clothes for others.

"Are you okay? You got angry because your face is so red?" Style looked up and saw his face was flushed.

"It's okay, the clothes look a little bigger and it's still suitable. The daily clothes don't have as many layers as the dragon robes. You can just make them according to my size. Now you can tell me why you have a... hair like this ?"

Wei Yu took a serious look at the style and said.

"Thousands of years later, the clothes of people will look like that, and of course the hair will also look like that. Don't you know that it's really cool?" Style touched the prickly hair on his forehead, and Style looked nondescript in a dragon robe.

But that face holds up too.

Maybe it's really like a nonsense style, he has a faint golden light on his body, so faint that it can't be seen without careful observation.

"Okay." Just tossing around in such a mess, it was getting late, Wei Yu ordered the eunuch to wash up and get ready for bed.

Style suspects that Wei Yu might still be curious about his existence, so he might find two Taoist priests over one day, and simply take the initiative to say after he came back from the shower, "You can take me to your national temple someday Let's see, who else has the real level~"

"Why did you suddenly have this idea?" Wei Yu spent a day together and learned too many things from Style that he never dared to think about, and now he is digesting that information, how can he think so much?

"This idea is not sudden, this idea is normal." The style did not explain, the emperor is a group of people who are very suspicious, and it is better to let him discover the truth by himself than to explain it himself.

"If you want to go out of the palace to visit my country tomorrow, it's not impossible, but let's rest now." Wei Chen put on his underwear and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.

"Rest? Then where do I sleep?" She looked at him strangely.

Wei Yu: ...

Really forgot about it.

"Since you are a ghost, then you can find a beam to sleep on." Wei Yu was already very sleepy, and he had promised to digest well, but the fixed biological clock had already prompted him to go to sleep soon.

"Why don't you be a gentleman on the beam and sleep on it?" Feng Feng looked at the beam that was rarely cleaned and already had a layer of fine dust, his face darkened.

"Then would you like to sleep on the dragon bed with me? Although the bed is very big, I don't think you would be willing." Wei Yu knew that Style was definitely an emperor since he knew that Style was also an emperor, and he had been the Emperor all his life. He is also used to living a luxurious life.

Sleeping in the same bed as someone else?

Doesn't exist.

but……

Wei Yu stared helplessly at Style, from sitting on the ground to standing up, walking straight in his direction, gently tiptoeing, and floated to the side of the bed.

"I don't know why, it seems that I have been able to meet you in one afternoon, and I will sleep together when I sleep together. Anyway, this bed is five meters long and wide. If I kick you off at night, remember to call me. It feels like there is no one but me Take the initiative, you won't be able to touch me at all."

Style pulled another quilt next to him, wrapped it up, and went to sleep...

Wei Yu was left dumbfounded.

really?

Is this really a person who has been emperor all his life?

How can it be so casual.

Feel free to do whatever you want, I am really tired today, Wei Yu has to rest, I am too lazy to think.

When he woke up the next day, Wei Yu found that there was nothing beside him, thinking that he could not see the style, or that he had a dream yesterday.

Shaking his head, he felt that he might be tired and dazzled yesterday.

But did not expect ...

He ordered his father-in-law to come in and wash himself up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the style of sitting there.

And the other party even complained to him, "Get up so late, if you don't know, you will think that you and the concubine are having a spring dinner every night."

"...Aren't you a fake?" Wei Yu was a little confused early in the morning.

"If I'm fake, why do you think you can talk to me?" Style finished laughing, the sun outside was already very bright, his own golden light echoed with the light of the sun, it was really dazzling.

The father-in-law, who was waiting for Wei Yu to wash up next to him, lowered his head even more when he heard him talking to the empty place, for fear that he might accidentally discover something.

Wei Yu didn't explain, or he didn't need to explain at all.

Wei Yu went to court with his father-in-law.

Style follows him.

Morning is still so boring, Style yawns and leans against the table, quietly watching Wei Yu deal with the things that make him feel toothache without changing his face.

On the way back to the palace to review the memorial, the style was very friendly, and he gave some suggestions to Wei Yu, "I said? Don't you want to change your country? Didn't you find that your country is too corrupt? ?”

Wei Yu paused when he heard this, and the servants behind him were startled.

"Then what do you think you should do? Sitting in this position now is the result of cooperating with them. I have nothing." Wei Yu's voice was cold. He wanted to sit in this position to survive. Come down, but want more, but it is simply difficult to do.

"No, you're wrong, you still have self-knowledge." Feng Feng glanced at him appreciatively, and received a colder look from Wei Yu.

"I can teach you how to gain power, and I can also let you sit firmly in this position. The only requirement is that after you secure the throne, you must take me in front of some real masters."

Maybe those people will understand something about the soul, at least understand the original owner's wish.

But now, Style already understands why he can only be seen by Wei Yu.

"It's that simple? Do you think I will believe it?" Wei Yu kept walking, staring straight ahead, and his voice did not deliberately lower.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, it's just an exchange of equivalent benefits. I only survive in this world because there are still things I haven't done. Otherwise, who would want to wander around in this world with a body that can't touch anything?"

All the interests and powers, all kinds of pleasing things, their preconditions are that you can touch them and feel the benefits they bring.

If you can't feel it, how can you talk about the fun of chasing it.

If you can't find the original owner's wish and meet some truly capable masters, you can let those people wipe themselves out and die.

I don't know why the system brought him into this world.

I feel that even if it is edited, no one will like to watch it.

"Okay, you teach me." Wei Yu took a deep breath and moved forward again, looking at the man who was walking backwards with a faint golden light all over his body.

"Isn't that all right?"

Preach and teach.

Style thinks that he still has the talent to be a master.

"This is not the reason for you to teach me to learn medicine. No matter how useless I am, I will be the emperor. I won't even have people to save my life when I'm sick."

Wei Yu was holding a pack of gold needles from the Imperial Hospital, holding them tightly, with a trace of anger in the corners of his eyes.

"Then how can you be sure that those people have not been bribed by others? The power must be in your own hands to be convinced." Shi Feng originally wanted to teach him something else directly, but it was only later that he realized that the way he did it at that time Only for him, not for anyone else.

Wei Yu really wasn't very talented, the only decisive action was that he chose to cooperate with those people in the first place, desperately trying to survive.

And that year.

When the style chooses to be the emperor, there are many assassinations and assassinations, but there is no need to describe those things too much, anyway, anyone who comes to him is a dish.

Wei Yu couldn't do it, so he had nothing to say.

Style went on to say, "If I could meet other people it would allow you to develop some quick fixes, but obviously, I can't meet anyone but you, and all the danger you need to face is only yourself Solve it, I can only teach you how to fish."

Wei Yu understood, no matter what, he has been on the throne for so long.

To be an emperor, the most basic thing is to be ruthless, not only to be ruthless to others, but also to be ruthless to yourself.

Whether it is a benevolent monarch or a violent one, ruthlessness is a necessity.

Wei Yu used the gold he felt in his body to target the effects of his body, and all the books he read in his spare time every day became medical books.

But after all, this kind of thing is only used for self-defense, or to fight back against others. For Wei Yu, who is very old and unable to practice martial arts, besides these, it is more important to pay attention to the knowledge about psychology.

Style is what pleases him most when it teaches him this.

Who wants to read those boring medical books?

I don't know how long it has passed, apart from teaching Wei Yu, Style is working hard all the time, striving to let others touch him one day.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if he got into a fight with that master or something, and he couldn't even touch him.

Wei Yu's medical skills are successful and he can't see through others at a glance, but he can see through the thoughts of the ministers with a little guesswork.

In any case, it has its own strength.

Although most of the people above the court were those who cooperated with him back then and just wanted a puppet emperor, there were still some who chose to be loyal to the emperor and the country.

What Wei Yu has to do later is to bring all those people into his sphere of influence, and fully believe that those people should not have any suspicion.

Style said something to him, Wei Yu felt that he would never forget it in this life except death.

"Employers don't doubt people. When you choose to trust a person, no matter whether that person betrays you in the end, as a king, you must believe in it to the end."

The emperor of a country must naturally have that domineering spirit.

If those people live up to their trust, they will be beheaded.

With the semi-stocking policy, Wei Yu has grown very well.

Some people who wanted to treat him as puppets were all sanctioned by him again, and some officials who he trusted were placed in other practical positions, and the country began to prosper slowly and develop upwards.

The style is finally out.

At this time...

He could finally be seen by others.

However, facing a court lady who was screaming and running away, the style was still a bit unacceptable.

The moment Wei Yu heard the movement, he was on his way back to his palace, he quickly quickened his pace, and what he saw was the man in his silver daily clothes.

It's still the ugly short hair with personality, that is, he looks a lot more real, and it's completely impossible to see through his body what's behind him.

"You..." Wei Yu silenced his voice after saying only one word, he believed that the current situation could be handled well by his style.

"Are you surprised when we met for the first time in a real sense?" Feng Feng smiled, looked at his maid, and even shook his head, it was too dazzling, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god.

"Never, the clothes you are wearing are still custom-made by me." Wei Yu also smiled, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and finally he laughed heartily.

"Well, it's not important. Is there any wine? I want to drink!"

The moment the style finally touched something, he wanted to make all the wine in Weiyu's wine cellar into a mess.

"You are really, there is no change at all." Wei Yu shook his head helplessly, and later ordered the eunuch to serve some dishes. The chief eunuch found out that the dishes he could serve were not the emperor's favorite dishes.

Because then.

When the style can't touch things, he likes to abuse himself. Watching Wei Yu eat a lot of things he can't eat, the tip of his nose smells.

Wei Yu didn't eat those dishes, but now, someone can finally eat them.

No more wasting food.

emotion.

Shi Feng took the bowls and chopsticks from the hand of the maid, looked at the other party's blushing face for a moment, rolled his eyes with a smile, and later, under the shocked eyes of the maids and eunuchs, he wrapped up all the food on the table.

Including the five jars of wine that came up.

"You are really..." Wei Yu didn't say anything later, he had never seen such an edible person.

"Is it really edible? There is a folk saying that I think is very correct, you know it is a blessing if you can eat it?" Style leaned on the chair very casually, picking his teeth with something like a toothpick.

"This is probably the reason why you chose to be in that position. Otherwise, what kind of family situation would a person like you have to live in so as not to make people poor?" Wei Yu joked and laughed.

"Well, what does it matter? Happiness is the most important thing. How many times have you laughed today? I, who made you so happy, what's wrong with eating something from you? What's wrong!"

The style really rarely sees this man who is said to be a youth, but in fact his personality is more like a naive child, with a smile on his face.

"Let's leave the palace tomorrow." Wei Yu smiled without saying a word, but changed the subject instead.

"Okay, let me tell you a surprise by the way~ You have a son left outside the palace." Feng Feng suddenly thought of the male protagonist who had been forgotten by him to the outer world.

Wei Yu immediately frowned, waved his hand, and told the maids and eunuchs to retreat. Hearing such a big news, the maids and eunuchs looked very unsightly. They suspected that they might be silenced?

At least, Wei Yu's current power in the court is enough to doubt that he can do such a thing.

Shock and awe has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"I have never, I have never made peace with those women." Wei Yu's face was very ugly when he said this, turning green and red for a while.

"I thought you should have checked my body too."

There is nothing to say about the style, he will be bored, check if he is good?

"...Well, I believe you. You don't have to look so ugly. Get back to normal quickly. Your look is too appetizing. Be careful that I'm hungry again. I'll make you poor."

The style waved helplessly and said.

Wei Yu accepted this weird statement.

"As far as I know, I mean I know, I don't know the truth of the matter. You have a son who lives outside. He is 16 years old this year. His name is Wei Chen, and his pseudonym is Chen Wei. Now it is a fake village. host."

Shi Feng told Wei Yu what he knew about the male lead.

Wei Yu gave Feng Feng a look without saying a word, letting him experience it for himself.

"Although I am curious why there are so many women in the harem, you are still a virgin now, but what I want to say is that the face of that person is really very similar to yours. If you have any thoughts in your heart, just investigate slowly yourself, let me Take a break, I'm full."

Style hiccupped, leaned back on the chair and fell asleep, all the tension disappeared in minutes.

Wei Yu took a deep breath, feeling that the current state was not up or down, and immediately ordered someone to investigate. In less than a day, the news had already been placed in front of him, partly because his news network has now spread over half of the country. .

The other part is because Wei Chen's alias, Chen Wei, is really famous.

The person's external signs are good-looking, loyal, serving the people, and benevolent. Although he is a cottage owner, he is also doing "serious" business, and has never plundered or stolen.

In short, the folk reputation is excellent.

The people under him have reached five thousand in the past two years, which is already considered a small army, and it is said that those people are extremely powerful in fighting.

Wei Yu is a horror.

Such a big thing, no one at the bottom told him?

Private individuals are not allowed to own an army, and servants are not allowed to exceed three hundred without the permission of the Holy Majesty.

What is the situation with those people now?

The person who reported the matter to him said, "Then Chen Wei directly told the world that the people there are all his brothers, and they are not subordinates."

Wei Yu: ...No matter how high-sounding the words are, they are still violating the law!Why did some of his ministers really believe this kind of nonsense?

The color of Wei Yu here is very ugly.

Style has already fallen asleep, opened his eyes again, knowing that he is in a dream, and also