"Is it because of him?" The little emperor's eyes were red, his handsome face was full of anger, how could he still have the stern composure, let alone the majesty of an emperor.

Seeing that the little emperor was so angry that he lost his mind, Han Zhiyuan ignored him completely, not afraid of death, but lowered his head and looked at the little crying bag in his arms with concern, "Are you alright? Is there any injury?"

"No... no," Xiao Kubao didn't have any martial arts skills, and didn't understand the point of the emperor's anger. He just thinks that as a servant, isn't it his job to serve tea and water? Especially when an extremely noble emperor is here, he can't be neglected. After all, no matter how ignorant he is, he knows that the current little emperor is no better than the former little emperor who was coquettish to his prince. But before he could figure out what was going on, he was in the prince's arms, and the emperor's eyes were so terrifying that his legs trembled involuntarily.

Seeing the little emperor's eyes angrily pointing at himself and questioning the prince, Xiaokubao suddenly felt that this tense confrontation was because of himself? "Wuwuwu... Wang... Wang Ye, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to disturb the emperor..." While crying in a panic, he struggled to kneel down.

Han Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist, "It's not your fault, let's go."

Han Zhiyuan's appearance of protecting the calf was so piercing that the little emperor couldn't open his eyes, wasn't it his fault? It is a death penalty to collide with Longyan! Also, is he the default? By default, he was so cold to himself because of this little bitch? So what are the things he says to himself, and the things he does to himself?

First-class self-control, first-class endurance, first-class acting skills, so what? In addition, Han Zhiyuan deliberately left it for several days, so the little emperor who faced this situation also lost his mind every minute.

"Get out of here!"

Han Zhiyuan only saw two unidentified objects flying towards him, they were hard porcelain, and they aimed at the little crying bag in front of him. Han Zhiyuan didn't even think about it. The body, without hiding, directly greeted him with his back.

"Hi~" It hurts. In this way, the punctuation and symbols are not spared, and Han Zhiyuan has also convinced himself. Well, it's heavy enough.

"Ah~ Your Highness," Xiaokubao was terrified. Originally, he was timid and loved to cry, but now he was so frightened that he couldn't tell the difference between south, south, north and west. His arms kept tensing up, "Your Highness, are you alright? Wuwu Your Highness, I'm going to find a doctor!" After speaking, he rushed out, completely forgetting that there was a bigger Buddha in the room.

Han Zhiyuan quickly reassured, "I'm fine, you go out first and be obedient." Xiaokubao was worried to death, but as soon as he looked up, he saw that the emperor was about to kill him, and he shivered all over, and Han Zhiyuan's expression was firm, Then he rushed out the door in a panic.

"Han Zhongxin," the little emperor's eyes lit up, "what do you think of me? Just talk to him and me in front of me. You don't take me seriously, do you?"

Han Zhiyuan frowned slightly, "How can the emperor slander people at will? He is the righteous brother whom the minister just recognized." Han Zhiyuan said, "That's my brother, don't insult our pure feelings."

"I don't believe it!" the little emperor said coldly.

Hehe, to be honest, you don't believe it, but you really believe in lies.

Han Zhiyuan frowned, "I don't understand, what is the emperor making unreasonable troubles? Isn't everything the emperor wants right now?" Han Zhiyuan suddenly laughed at himself, "Even the order of a minister is always waiting for the emperor to take it. "

Sima Jinlin only felt a pain in his heart, as if an invisible sharp blade had been inserted into his chest, and the pain made his body tremble a few times. Is he making trouble out of nowhere? Are you saying he's being unreasonable? However, before he could speak, he heard Han Zhiyuan continue:

"Actually, the emperor doesn't need to be so impatient at all. The minister said that he would return all the privileges before the emperor's eighteenth birthday. As the king of Ping, the minister said he would do it. The minister originally thought that after getting along for that time, The emperor has at least a trace of friendship or a trace of trust in his ministers, but he doesn't want to, after all, the ministers are delusional."

Sima Jinlin was stunned, wasn't he the one who was wronged? Why is he still wronged?

"I'm just taking back what belongs to me," the little emperor gritted his teeth, feeling that Han Zhiyuan's words were like a knife stuck in his heart, but he couldn't help but make the last effort, "You are still the regent, wait for me. After taking the lead, you are still the king of Ping, who is under one person and more than ten thousand people, what's wrong with this?" The little emperor said, there was already a bit of prayer in his eyes, this is already his biggest concession, you know, originally he The plan was to wipe out Han Zhiyuan completely, "Uncle Huang, shall we go back to the way we were before?"

At this time, the little emperor did not deny that he already had the shadow of this person in his heart. When he realized that he was indispensable to this person, he had such an idea. After being left by Han Zhiyuan for a few days, he was even more certain. Cognitive, and the scene he witnessed just now directly stimulated him to lose his mind. The little emperor knew that the position of the regent in his heart might be more important than he thought.

So as long as Han Zhiyuan treats him like he did before, he can give up the plan that he has been calculating for many years. Although it is only one step away, he can completely remove the regent, which can block him for many years, but he can give up, as long as Han Zhiyuan is willing.

However, Sima Jinlin only saw Han Zhiyuan laugh at himself, "One person is less than ten thousand people? Today's ministers are swords and fish, so why wait for the emperor to rule?"

"Han Zhongxin!" The little emperor was trembling with anger, "What do you want me to do?"

"This is what the minister should ask the emperor. The minister is a fish and meat, and life and death are between the emperor's thoughts. Do you still dare to think about those illusory things? Didn't the previous ministers be too naive to think about the impossible things and end up like this? "

"Okay, very good, Han Zhongxin, you are very good," As the king of a country, he lowered his dignity again and again, and his patience was enough, "You don't regret it!"

"I have no choice." Anyway, you forced me to do whatever I did.

"Okay, you have no choice, I will choose for you!" The little emperor threw his sleeves and rushed out after roaring with blood-red eyes, fearing that the Prince Regent's mansion would be razed to the ground.

As soon as the little emperor left, Han Zhiyuan spit out an old sigh. Acting is also a physical labor, not to mention hard work, and the spirit is also a kind of torture. Hurry up and pour a large cup of tea. The emperor smashed.

Han Zhiyuan guessed that the little emperor's actions later on must be frantic and quick, because people in anger always do impulsive things. The impulsive things that impulsive people do are often unexpected. Although Han Zhiyuan has made sufficient preparations for this, it is hard to say what unexpected things the raging little emperor will do, so he must do it as soon as possible. Arrangements, including the original owner's loyal subordinates, including Xiaokubao, and even the entire regent's mansion.

The next day was calm, as if nothing had happened. The prince regent still refused to go to court on the pretext of being unwell, and the emperor continued to go up and down as always, but those with a little vision could find that the gloomy gloom hidden in the eyes of the one sitting high was terrifying. You can feel the oppression emanating from above when you turn your head, making you breathless for no reason, like the tranquility before a storm, gloomy and gloomy.

Until late at night, a sudden rustling footsteps pierced the silent night sky, and then an overwhelming sense of oppression plundered from the palace, occupying the entire imperial city in the blink of an eye.

Or the unidentified dog barked for a while, but in the blink of an eye, he was frightened by the terrifying battle and retreated into the kennel, daring to show his head again.

This time it was really going to change. Everyone locked the doors and windows and still felt a chill coming. The sound continued for a long time. It was not until the regent's mansion of Nuoda was surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors. But at this time, the invisible feeling of depression was completely breathless.

When the commander of the Imperial Guard appeared in front of Han Zhiyuan with 3,000 elites and dozens of experts, Han Zhiyuan was sitting on the main seat of the main hall of the Prince Regent's mansion, drinking tea slowly, with a comfortable appearance, and even rushed in facing A group of people, Han Zhiyuan did not lift his eyelids.

In the face of such a calm and composure Prince Regent, even if he is the commander of the Praetorian Guards, leading so many masters and Guards, it is inevitable to beat the drums. A high-ranking regent, he is still the myth of countless battlefields, and he is one of the best in the world.

But there are so many masters, and the confidence is a bit stronger after all, and the current regent is long gone, so the commander of the Guards gritted his teeth and took a step forward, and said loudly to the person who was sitting on the Lord's seat with a calm expression :

"Han Zhongxin, Prince Regent, accepts the decree!"

Han Zhiyuan lifted Erlang's legs calmly, then picked up a cup of tea, and looked leisurely at the group of people in the center of the hall. As far as he remembered, at least one third of the so-called masters in the hall, and even the thousands of people who surrounded the palace, belonged to Han Zhiyuan. Of course, not anymore.

Seeing that Han Zhiyuan was completely ignoring him, even the imperial decree, the commander of the Guards looked down at them with a calm expression, a moment of nervousness flashed in his heart, but his face sank, and then he said loudly again:

"Han Zhongxin, Prince Regent, accepts the decree!"

"Suck it~" The voice of the Prince Regent drinking tea was almost like a slap in the face, but before he got angry, the Prince Regent said neither lightly nor serious, "Read it."

Do you think? The commander of the Guards almost stumbled, but when the Prince Regent spoke, his aura instantly filled the entire main hall. Looking at the masters who bowed their heads and dared not look directly, the commander of the Guards gritted his teeth and began to read the imperial decree.

With a smile on his face, Han Zhiyuan drank tea while listening. He didn't have to think about it to know that it was nothing more than what the Regent had done over the past few years to take advantage of his own power, form a party for selfishness, deceive the emperor, and be utterly rebellious and deserved death. Then the emperor remembered that the loyal and loyal members of the Han family had made great contributions to Da Yao, and the rebellious Han Zhiyuan had also fought for Da Yao several times, so he made up for his faults and did not hold others accountable, but Han Zhiyuan was deprived of everything The title was demoted to a commoner, and at the same time, he was sent to the heavenly prison to wait for the trial and judgment.

Han Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows calmly, what the hell is this little emperor doing, he thought he was giving him a glass of poisoned wine or a dagger to let him end it on his own, why didn't he play cards according to the routine? Could it be that he still wanted to send himself on the road himself?

Interesting, Han Zhiyuan pulled out an unpredictable smile for no reason, but he was so frightened that everyone in the hall unconsciously took two steps back, but he didn't want to, the prince regent suddenly stood up, just when they were all on guard , only to hear the regent said lightly:

"Let's go."

When everyone froze, they automatically made way for him. Now Nuoda's regent's mansion is empty, and there is no one else except Han Zhiyuan. He is truly alone, so naturally he has nothing to worry about. No matter what the little emperor makes, believe Han Zhiyuan can handle it.

I'm really looking forward to it. When look forward to the return of this memory, what kind of demon king will the demon king be? Han Zhiyuan suddenly discovered that his attitude towards the demon king seems to be slowly changing.