Gongzi Taoyao

Chapter 3

"Mingying, the third guardian of my black moon teaching, a master poison maker, can make opponents die without knowing it, even people from Tangmen can't avoid it." After Qian Gongta finished speaking, Xuanyang King said: " How do you make the poison?" "Shu Mingying has no comment."

"Stop being rude!" Song Song, who regarded King Xuanyang as his life, was dissatisfied with Mingying's disrespect to King Xuanyang, and said loudly.

King Xuanyang stretched out his hand to signal Shangge not to speak: "It's okay! Then you can tell me how you use poison!"

"My hands are already poisonous, and each finger has a different poison. If you touch it, you will die on the spot." Mingying said expressionlessly.

"No wonder you wear airtight gloves on your hands." King Xuanyang's eyes showed appreciation unconsciously.

"Then, my lord, with my Black Moon Sect leading the charge, what are you worried about?"

"Herarch Qiangong, I am bound to seize the throne. An upright siege will only put me at a disadvantage. The will of the people is the foundation of eternal sitting on the throne."

Qian Gongta tugged at the black rope on his wrist, and his eyes under the mask were dimly lit: "What the prince said is very true, then wait for the prince to figure out a perfect solution, and I will come to visit again." Qian Gongta stood up, slowly and out.

The servant who passed by came to report: "Qing Yi has been kneeling outside the door for three hours, my lord, this..."

"Then let him kneel!" King Xuanyang took a sip of his tea and looked at the letter on the table.

The servant wanted to say something, but Shangge made a show of it, and the servant retreated.

Qian Gongta walked out of Xuanyang Mansion and saw Tsing Yi kneeling at the door, just happened to meet each other, and said with a smile: "Your lord is cruel enough to make you kneel for three full hours." Tsing Yi's lips were dry, Sweat had already soaked a large area of ​​his clothes: "Don't bother the leader of Qiangong, Tsing Yi is willing to kneel for these three hours, it has nothing to do with the prince."

Qian Gongta jokingly raised Tsing Yi's chin: "If you are willing to be my male favourite, I can consider it. Please ask your prince to visit your poor young master."

Tsing Yi shook off Qian Gongta's hand expressionlessly: "It's okay to insult me, but it's absolutely not allowed to insult the young master. Please come back, Hierarch Qian Gong."

"Hahaha! It's funny, a humble person like you is destined not to be sympathetic to the son of the most beautiful woman in the world." After Qian Gongta finished speaking, he laughed and got on the carriage.

Ji looked at Qian Gongta with a bit more sadness in his eyes: Yes, with a humble status, how could one expect true love.

Watching Qian Gongta and others leave, Tsing Yi's flat expression finally showed a trace of anger: Qian Gongta, you are wrong!I love son, not because I want something in return.

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