Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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But failure is the mother of success, and now, someone has succeeded.

The person who accomplished this was the master he spoke of, a mysterious figure in the eyes of many.

Zhao Disheng witnessed it firsthand, and with Wu Jiuxiao's repeated confirmation, there is absolutely no mistake.

At that time, on the one hand, those who mainly include the ceremonial guard and are at odds with the current ruler, and who have no choice but to gravitate towards him as emperor, will be transformed into extraordinary individuals with talent.

On the other hand, another magic array must be mixed into this successful array to release the effect of the failed array from five hundred years ago, causing the extraordinary individuals in the court to fall into a state of power loss. Taking this opportunity, Wu Jiuxiao and the group of experts he gathered will eliminate those few traitors who must be eliminated.

As for the others, we'll leave them alone; after all, we'll only punish the ringleaders.

Finally, the power of the traitor to be eliminated was transformed into his own power, not through cultivation transfer, but by forcibly raising his own power ceiling, allowing him to advance rapidly.

Three birds with one stone.

However, Zhao Disheng did not trust his supposedly revered teacher, nor did he trust the old man Wu Jiuxiao. Therefore, while his good teacher devised the plans for the arrangements at the Temple of Heaven in Luoyang, Wu Jiuxiao was fully responsible for the execution.

This way, his master can prevent him from playing tricks. Although his master should never think or act in a way that would harm his position, what if he does? What if his master does something reckless and causes him to die in that giant magic array?

Wu Jiuxiao didn't fully understand the magic array, but he was, after all, a person of profound cultivation who had seen the original version. If his master devised a flawed plan, he would be able to tell.

As for the old man Wu Jiuxiao, it's impossible for him to modify the magic array and add anything; he doesn't have that ability.

In short, this can prevent accidents and also achieve a balance between the two sides.

"Once Zhen has gained power and regained authority, he will revive David and continue to be a good student of both of them until his cultivation reaches its true peak."

Emperor Zhao Disheng had already begun to consider what would happen after the deed was done.

He didn't think this was just wishful thinking, because so far everything had gone very smoothly. Those in the court who could interfere with him were either completely misled or completely unable to see the situation clearly. As for those outside the court who had reached the pinnacle of their cultivation, they didn't care who was in charge of the country or what national policies were implemented, because power and wealth were truly just fleeting clouds to them. Even if they suddenly had a whim to want power and wealth, they could get it easily, and whoever became emperor would have to give it to them.

Therefore, there is nothing that will stop him now.

Zhao Disheng grew increasingly agitated, so he walked to the door and called out, "Someone come here."

He's going to see his beloved woman, Consort Lü, today.

Normally, when he made love to the woman he loved most, he had to be very careful, withdrawing at the last moment and ejaculating to the side to avoid her getting pregnant, so that those who had cast spells on her would shift their target, or even harm her, in order to protect the position of the empress they had put on the throne.

In the past, he could only use the excuse that he was afraid the Empress would harm you to deceive Consort De, who was unaware that she had been bewitched.

Now, there's nothing to worry about. Even if Consort De becomes pregnant during this time, by the time her pregnancy becomes visible, everything will have settled down.

Finally, he could finally have some fun with the woman he loved.

On the way there, Zhao Disheng was also thinking of his explanation. Although the effect of the spell on Consort De was to record what she saw and heard that day at a fixed time and then send it out, what if something changed?

He would not allow his grand plan to have any mishap.

So it's not difficult to come up with a story for this sudden change of attitude. Just say that he has secretly gathered a group of people and everything is ready. He will announce the talent transplant and cultivation transfer during the grand sacrificial ceremony, catching the opponents off guard.

He was overjoyed and no longer had any worries.

Even if something unexpected happens, if this statement is recorded and spread, it will only further mislead those few traitors.

"Ha, everything is under my control."

Zhao Disheng was very pleased with himself.

He was an emperor with little power, whose authority was usurped by treacherous officials in the court. He seized his only opportunity and, relying on his only imperial title, completed a grand plan to turn the tide of adversity.

Of all the emperors throughout history, only Emperor Taizu surpassed him, Emperor Shizong was barely comparable, and could the others compare to him?

It's just that his cultivation level is higher than his.

At this moment, Zhao Disheng pinched himself hard, telling himself, "Calm down, don't laugh yet, now is not the time to be smug."

Chapter 806 The Third Brother? Don't Do Anything Unnecessary, A Rare Brotherly Bond

Although the harsh winter with its freezing temperatures and heavy snowfall is still quite some time away in September, Beijing is already starting to get cold.

Because it is now the seventeenth century, the average annual temperature in both the Eastern Seres and the Western countries is one or two degrees lower than it has been in the past few centuries.

In Ronan's original timeline, this was the so-called Little Ice Age at the end of the Ming Dynasty, an era when it could snow for several days in a row in Jiangnan.

Late at night, the neighborhoods where high-ranking officials and nobles lived, as well as the places where they indulged in pleasure, were still brightly lit. This was because these places had expensive underfloor heating systems that rivaled those in the imperial palace, and they could afford to burn precious charcoal. People wouldn't feel cold even if they wore only a single layer of clothing. They could even smell fragrances around them, which were spices that ordinary people couldn't afford at all, and these houses also had special ventilation systems.

The outskirts of this enormous city are a dark and desolate place, densely packed with countless dilapidated houses crammed together, forming a maze of alleyways of varying widths. The people here cannot afford lamps and can only huddle under their blankets at night.

As for those outside the city, they didn't even have quilts; they could only hug straw.

"Brother, it's so late, why are you still here?" A familiar voice rang out behind Lu Jianling's eldest son, Liu Chongjin. Instantly, Liu Chongjin, who was already in a cold day, felt as if he had been doused with ice water, his back turned cold, and he shivered.

Liu Chongjin slowly turned around, forcibly propped himself up, and gripped the package in his hand tightly. "That's the question I'd like to ask you."

The third brother, Liu Chongyu, looked puzzled. "Big brother, what are you talking about? By the way, what are you holding in your hand?"

At this moment, the eldest brother, Liu Chongjin, suddenly sneered and then questioned, "Are you really my third brother?"

In an instant, a murderous glint flashed across Liu Chongyu's face.

"What, you want to silence me? Then come on." Liu Chongjin stared intently at Liu Chongyu opposite him.

Liu Chongyu sighed, shook his head, and turned around. "Brother, if you trust me, come with me."

Liu Chongjin took a step immediately, intending to turn and run away, but after hesitating for a moment, he chose to follow.

Following "Third Brother" through the dark alleys, they arrived at a relatively large and tidy house with a yard. Liu Chongyu went over and knocked on the door. "Ahui, it's me."

After a while, someone opened the door—a woman.

The woman beamed with joy the moment she opened the door and saw Liu Chongyu, but she was immediately startled when she saw Liu Chongjin behind him.

"This is my older brother," Liu Chongyu introduced.

The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the eldest brother, Liu Chongjin, was usually kind and humorous, his appearance was more like that of his father. He had the look of a treacherous villain and was short, less than 165 cm tall. Even at night, he looked like a thief no matter how you looked at him.

The third child inherited the most of his mother's looks. Although he was not tall, less than 1.7 meters, he was handsome and had a face that could evoke maternal instincts.

“Let’s go inside and talk, eldest brother,” said Liu Chongyu, the third brother.

Liu Chongyu nodded and followed her into the house. He sized up the woman. She was quite tall, but still much shorter than their mother, only a little over 1.7 meters. She was only considered good-looking.

The house wasn't big, but there was a small living room. Just as I sat down, a little girl, haphazardly wrapped in a cotton-padded coat with her hair uncombed, clearly having suddenly jumped out of bed, rushed over. "Father," she called out, but then immediately fell silent, startled by Liu Chongjin.

Liu Chongjin immediately understood the situation and said to the little girl, "Don't be afraid, I'm your uncle."

Liu Chongyu patted the little girl's head and said, "Xiaoping, be good. I need to talk to your uncle about something. Go to sleep. I'll buy you candied hawthorns tomorrow."

The little girl nodded excitedly, and then her mother pulled her away.

The living room fell silent again.

Liu Chongjin became even more certain that the young man before him was not his younger brother. Beneath his brother's cleverness and mischievousness lay a somewhat violent and extreme heart. Moreover, although he claimed he would never accept marrying a superhuman and suffering mistreatment, he looked down on mortals from the bottom of his heart. But this tall woman was clearly a mortal, and a widow with a child in tow.

“I can’t really be called Liu Chongyu, but elder brother, I’m still your third brother,” Liu Chongyu said. “Elder brother, tell me what Mother showed you that day, and what you’ve been doing these past two days.”

"Ha, I didn't expect you to admit it so readily." Liu Chongjin said, then couldn't help but sneer.

Liu Chongyu sighed softly, "Brother, answer my question."

Liu Chongjin glared at his third brother, "What will you do if I say 'no'?"

“Nothing much. All I can say is, don’t do anything unnecessary. After the emperor leads all the officials, ceremonial guards, imperial guards and other entourage out of the capital to Luoyang, you should find a chance to leave. Don’t do anything unnecessary.” As Liu Chongyu spoke, he unconsciously grasped Liu Chongjin’s hand. “Brother, don’t do anything unnecessary. Our strength is beyond your imagination.”

Liu Chongjin snorted coldly, "Wu Jiuxiao, a mysterious person? You don't think I know nothing, do you?" The society Liu Chongjin joined had the emperor's support, and its core members included people like Chen Zuolin. He himself was a senior researcher. Although his cultivation level was low, his position in the society was not low, so he naturally knew some secrets.

"Brother, as I said, our strength is beyond your imagination." Liu Chongyu repeated what he had just said.

Liu Chongjin frowned, unsure whether his "third brother" was telling the truth.

Even Chen Zuolin didn't know that she was just part of a smokescreen, so Liu Chongjin certainly didn't know either.

"In short, once the emperor leaves, you should leave as far away as possible. You don't need to worry about your mother's safety; I will guarantee it," Liu Chongyu said.

Liu Chongjin's pupils dilated. What was his third brother's status? He was in the honor guard, but on the fringes. Because he was short and didn't look good, even if he had a powerful background, he couldn't stand at the front as a figurehead. But that wasn't the point. The point was that there was a problem within the honor guard.

Liu Chongjin removed his "third brother's" hand. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you?"

Liu Chongyu's tone became earnest, "I told you, don't do anything unnecessary. Believe me, whether you report me or release what you have, it will be meaningless and will only bring disaster upon yourself."

"Okay, I'll trust you this once," Liu Chongjin assured him.

At this moment, Liu Chongyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked outside. "Second brother, you've heard everything you needed to hear. There's no need to hide anything anymore."

A wisp of red mist drifted by, and from it emerged a red fox. In the blink of an eye, the red fox transformed into a man nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a slender build, thin eyebrows and eyes, and a sinister and cunning expression. "Who exactly are you?"

“You may not treat me as your younger brother, but you are still my second brother. In other prominent families, it is already a great fortune for an ordinary person not to be treated as a servant and ordered around by his talented brother, but you really treat me as a brother,” Liu Chongyu said with emotion.

The second brother, Liu Chongsi, glared fiercely. "Stop talking nonsense, or today it will be either you killing me or me killing you."

"Second brother, keep your voice down," the eldest brother, Liu Chongjin, scolded.

Chapter 807 Red Rope and Shredded Meat, You're a Lustful Person, the Retribution for Lying

In the cold night of Beijing, in the home of a widow, Lu Jianling's three sons gathered together for a heart-to-heart talk after many years.

In Foshan, a thousand miles away, where the weather is only slightly cool, Luo Nan is reading a book with Zhao Yingqi in a room of his mansion.

A famous realistic masterpiece, similar to a fanfiction of Water Margin from another world, complete with illustrations.

Zhao Yingqi was wearing a short nightgown and pantyhose that were close to her skin tone and slightly white. The pantyhose were thin and sheer, revealing her skin. The toe area of ​​the pantyhose was thicker and had a slightly translucent flesh color. Her toes, painted with rose-red nail polish, were faintly visible. On her right foot, there was also a red rope and silver bell anklet.

She sat cross-legged between Ronan's legs, leaning against his chest, holding a book in both hands.

While reading, Ronan kneaded and played with Zhao Yingqi's soft little feet. Her feet were as slender and delicate as Alice's, and also had the softness of Ambrina's. They felt the best to play with.

"It's not even your birth year yet, why are you wearing a red string?" Ronan asked.

Zhao Yingqi is 23 years old now, and there are still a few months until his birth year.

"Can't we do it earlier?" Zhao Yingqi asked playfully.

Having arrived in the Kingdom of Phos at the age of seven, she had almost completely forgotten the cultural traditions and customs of Seris. Only recently did she learn about this custom from another woman, Lady Zhao, so she impulsively created this.

She's already Westernized; she wears this purely for fun.

"And what about nail polish?" Ronan asked again.

Instead, Zhao Yingqi asked Ronan, "Is it good-looking?"

As Ronan's hand lingered inside Zhao Yingqi's clothes, he replied, "It looks good, but I'm asking why you thought of wearing this."

Zhao Yingqi reached out and gently flicked Ronan's wrist, signaling him to stop touching her nipples, and replied, "I saw that Dinia had applied some, and it looked really good, so I did the same."

"Oh," Ronan responded, without stopping his actions.

Zhao Yingqi pinched Ronan's wrist hard. "Can't you focus on the book?"

"These illustrations are boring." Ronan was no ordinary person; he had absolutely no interest in erotic art from this era.

"Tch." Zhao Yingqi scoffed softly, while simultaneously giving him a light elbow. "You old lecher, why are you being so well-behaved today, just pinching my foot and playing with it."

"I'm old?" Ronan asked, feigning some anger.

Zhao Yingqi was going to say, "Hmph, you're just a decrepit old man in your fifties, and you, an old ox, have taken advantage of this tender grass."

"I'm not falling for your provocation. I think it's you, you little lecher, who couldn't resist," Ronan teased.

In late June, a little over two months ago, Madam Zhao gave birth to a boy. This little boy fulfilled Liu Menglong's wish; he was a child born with talent. After Madam Zhao gave birth, Zhao Yingqi was busy with everything, even though she knew nothing about taking care of an infant or a postpartum woman, she insisted on getting involved.

As a superhuman being, and at a high-ranking level, Madam Zhao didn't need to observe postpartum confinement at all, but she still recuperated for more than a month, with Zhao Yingqi staying by her side the whole time.

Therefore, Zhao Yingqi hadn't come with Luo Nan for more than two months. When she was busy, she didn't think about these things, but once she stopped, she wanted them.

Ronan doesn't know her?

She has a sweet and slightly naive appearance and is usually quite quiet, but she is actually a bold and rebellious person who is also quite enthusiastic about sex.

"You're the one who's a pervert, you old lecher!" Zhao Yingqi said angrily, and then proceeded to give Ronan a flurry of punches.

Ronan chuckled, "How about we make a bet? Let me touch you. If you get wet, I'll leave right away. If you don't, I'll be at your beck and call for the next three days."

"How can you be so naughty? You're over 30 and still so indecent," Zhao Yingqi complained. Of course, she knew she was already wet. It had been two months since she had done it, and during the time she was with Ronan, he had been pressing against her and touching her for a long time. How could she not be wet?

“I can be even worse,” Ronan said, pulling Zhao Yingqi back onto the bed, then rolling over and pinning her down, kissing her.

Zhao Yingqi offered a slight resistance, then turned his face towards Ronan and opened his mouth for a wet kiss.

A series of wet kisses, and their bodies gradually warmed up.

As their lips parted, just as Zhao Yingqi thought Ronan was about to make his move, Ronan stood up and pointed his enormous member at Zhao Yingqi, his meaning all too clear: he wanted her to perform oral sex.

"I'll shoot the first shot of the day into your mouth," Ronan said.

"I don't want it, it's fishy and smelly." Zhao Yingqi refused. She had no problem with the mouth, but she didn't like swallowing.