Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

A person in the yard looked at Long Xuan. I don’t understand how to cut a tree. How could this person make such a loud voice?

The two craftsmen didn't know Long Xuan. After being scared by Long Xuan's voice, they saw Long Xuan's body followed by Luo Zhiqiu and Xie Yu. They stopped their hands and went back to the side.

"Your Majesty?" Luo Zhiqiu asked Long Xuandao: "Is this tree a problem?"

"This tree tree remembers that Luo Wei likes it," Long Xuan's emotions still didn't calm down. Standing under the oil tungs that was cut off by the waist, Chong Luo Zhiqiu slammed his face and shouted: "How do you cut people?" Do you want to stay in this yard?!"

Luo Zhiqiu looked at this courtyard.

Long Xuan also looked at the courtyard. At first glance, Long Xuan’s fire from the palace could not be suppressed. The flowers and plants in this courtyard were shoveled away, and the doors and windows of the house were also open. It turned out to be empty, and Luo Zhiqiu really wanted people to destroy the yard. "Why are you doing this?" Long Xuan asked in front of Luo Zhiqiu, still angered.

Luo Zhiqiu sighed and stretched out his hand to touch the tree pole of the tung tree. He whispered to Longxuan: "Xiaowei does not like flowers and plants. These are all when he was a child. In order to let him raise xìngzi, the old minister ordered him to be in his hospital. Planted in."

"So why do you want to cut it all now?" Long Xuan asked.

"Xiaowei is no longer there. The old wife comes to the yard every day to see it. It will cry once in a while, and it will hurt the scene." Luo Zhiqiu said: "The old couple and the couple are both old, thinking about the yard." Changed, so that I can live happily. It will not be too long for us to meet with Xiaowei in the underground."

Long Xuan listened to Luo Zhiqiu's words, and his heart was so suffocating. "Is Luo Wei really dead?" He asked Luo Zhiqiu: "Are you sure that Luo Wei is dead?"

Luo Zhiqiu looked at Long Xuan with a strange look and said: "Jin Wang died before the emperor. Isn’t this better than the old minister?"

"Yes," Long Xuan thought of the same thing at this time, and Zhiqiu Qiuqiu smiled and said: "Jinwang has been dead for a few years, and there is always a feeling that the six brothers are not dead. I always feel that Where is he still alive?"

"Jin Wang Hou and his Majesty are always together," Luo Zhiqiu's face was sad, said: "The feelings of His Majesty and Jin Wang are often incomparable. The old minister sometimes thinks of Jin Wang, and he also thinks he is still beside the veteran. Stay away from one step."

Long Xuan was a smile again. He came out from under the tree and said: "Since the things in this courtyard have been looked sad, then they are all stunned."

A word of thanks: "Where do you want these things, where are you going?"

“朕 has decided to build a clothing garden in the palace,” Long Xuan said: “These things are there.”

"Your Majesty," Luo Zhiqiu frowned and said: "Is there anything in this garden?"

"Oh is to build for Luo Wei, it is a thought," Long Xuan is not concealed, directly said.

"Kanjin Wang Ye has passed away," Xie Yuyi thought of this garden. It is estimated that he had to spend a lot of snow and silver in the court. He immediately asked: "Where is this garden, I want to let anyone stay?"

A picture of a broken picture was sent to the feet of Long Xuan by the wind. Long Xuan did not pay attention to the words of Xie, but quickly bent over, carefully picked up the picture from the ground, and blew the thick dust on it before unfolding the picture. A water lily stands in the middle of the painting and is vivid. When Long Xuan looked at the lotus flower, he recognized that this was a painting in Luo Wei’s study, which was painted by Luo Wei.

Luo Zhiqiu also saw the water lotus in this painting. He also vaguely remembered this painting. It was Luo Wei’s painting, and the defending dragon took it. Looking at Long Xuan looking at this picture of God, Luo Zhiqiu said to Longxuan: "This painting has been broken, and your arm is still throwing it."

"Rovi's things, I still accept it for him," Long Xuan took the picture carefully and rolled it up. "Hey, I really miss him."

Luo Zhiqiu suddenly felt a little angry in his heart. He really wanted to ask Long Xuan a sentence. Who is the person who killed Luo Wei? He knew that Qiuqiu was one of the murderers. After a long talk with Luo Qi, Luo Zhiqiu knew it. Long Xuan was the chief culprit in the design of Luo Wei. Now that this person has to say something like this, Luo Zhiqiu feels that this dragon is also ridiculous.

Long Xuan Gu did not go to the mind of Luo Zhiqiu, and his life has always followed his good fortune: "Bring all the things here back to the palace."

Fu Yun is busy saying "the slaves follow the purpose."

“The house here has the Ministry of Construction sent people to look at it,” Long Xuan said, referring to the house in the courtyard. “The house built in Yijinyuan should be the same as here.”

"Your Majesty!" Xie said loudly: "What is the significance of doing this? You have to miss Jin Wangye, there are many ways, why do you want to build a clothing garden in the palace?"

"Mingyuan," Long Xuan knows what Xie is worried about. He said to Xie: "You can rest assured that the money for building this garden will all come out of the private library, and will not move one or two silver in the national treasury. Are you satisfied?"

The emperor used his own money to build a garden. Xie said that this courtier is naturally not good to object. He can't even manage how Longhuan spends his own money.

"Luoxiang is good to take care of the body," Long Xuan's gaze looked at the yard again, and said to Luo Zhiqiu: "I don't bother you."

Fortune came forward and took over the scrolls of Long Xuan.

"No," Long Xuan did not let the Fortune wait for him this time. He just said: "You stay here today, and you can't take one less thing here."

Fu Yun looked around and saw that the people in Luofu stood far away from them. They approached the front of Long Xuan, and whispered: "Your Majesty, the people of Changming Temple have dealt with it. Do you have to go back and reschedule people without a slave?"

"This is not for you," Long Xuan’s gaze suddenly became a sharp one. "Is it impossible to leave you?"

Fortunately, the fortune was not able to stand, and he was busy with his waist to Long Xuandao: "It is a slave who has a mouthful, and a slave is damned."

Long Xuan turned and left, and the killing of the good fortune in his heart was a flash. Can this slave be able to stay again? Long Xuan thought in his heart, as if Fu Yun knew too much.

Fu Yun really hates why he wants more than this mouth. The eunuchs of Changming Temple are all waiting for the old man of Long Xuan. They say that killing will kill, and this life in the eyes of his own master can have more value. ? Fu Yun gave himself a slap in the eyes of the Luofu people.

Luo Zhiqiu saw this scene in his eyes, and did not ask a single sentence. He only sent the dragon Xuan to the front door of Luofu respectfully.

"Luo Xiang," Long Xuan was gone, and suddenly he waved to let Luo Zhiqiu go to his imperial concubine. He whispered to Luo Zhiqiu: "I just didn't say it clearly."

Luo Zhiqiu said: "Please tell me."

"I don't think Luo Wei is not dead," Long Xuan said: "It is that he is not dead."