The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Qi Wang, you can't do this to us even if you are a jailer. You are not the Emperor and you have no right to do this to us.” Lord Lin is still struggling to die at this time.

Xiao Qitian slightly frowned and looked at Lord Lin with a smile. He really didn't see the coffin without tears.

“Chen Feng.” Xiao Qitian glanced at Chen Feng on the side and spoke faintly.

Chen Feng stepped out of the crowd, and when the crowd was confused, he took out a bright yellow sacrament.

“Holy Spirit to. ”

“Long live our emperor. ”

Chen Feng read the contents of the Holy Spirit to Xiao Qifeng with a cold face. It was roughly stated that Xiao Qifeng passed the throne to Xiao Qitian for physical reasons.

“How did this happen?” Lord Lin and others, all paralyzed on the ground, eyes stuck.

They had so much life, but now nothing.

“Somebody put them down, all of them home copies. ”

“Yes.”

Xiao Qitian played with the holy decree in his hand, his eyes slightly squinting.

Looking at the many seats over the hall, the corner of the mouth snapped slightly.

“Is everything ready? ”

“Don't worry, it's over.” Joe Tian turns his head and looks out: “Everybody in. ”

More than a dozen young people walked in quickly, people who had excelled in science examinations in recent years but were repeatedly oppressed because they had no money to get through.

Xiao Qitian promoted many people according to their previously known personal abilities, even if not promoted, they were placed in various places.

Most of the people here are supporters of the emperor, and the rest of them have some thoughts of their own, commonly known as wallgrass, where the wind blows, where it falls, and he doesn't like it.

It's just that we've dealt with too many people now, and if we're going to do this again, I'm afraid it's going to cause public outrage, or wait a little longer, and we'll always find an opportunity.

Early this morning was in the midst of arresting and changing people.

After the next dynasty, Xiao Qitian posted all the evidence and wrote that the families were beheaded in the capital punishment yard half a month later.

When Xiao Qitian copied their home, they saw these very simple people in the hearts, but now these good things are pulled out one car at a time, and it took several hours to clean up, which made the people on the scene couldn't help but scold.

They didn't believe they were going to do something like this, but now they don't have the guts? But they haven't done it yet. It's like hitting themselves in the face.

“How's it going out there?” Xiao Qitian asked as he folded the batch.

“What else do you want to react to when the evidence is released?” Joe Tian glanced at Xiao Qitian and said in disgust.

“That's true, but I'm curious how these things got here.” Xiao Qitian stopped the action in his hand and watched Joe Tian smooth as he helped to handle things.

“Where do you care? Why don't you just use it?” Joe Tianjin is very dissatisfied with Xiao Qitian's exact appearance.

Xiao Qitian looked at Qiao Tianjin without a word. He didn't want to do anything about it. Is this how this man prevents him? It's like he's always been a big gray wolf and will take away the fat meat from his family at any time.

“Come on, I don't have much to say, but thank you very much.” Xiao Qitian looked at Joe Tian and said seriously.

“Well, don't get emotional at this point, hurry up and approve those medals on your desk.” Joe Tian glanced at Xiao Qitian and urged him to hurry.

Xiao Qitian suddenly wanted to strike after watching the hill fold on the table.

I really don't know that my brother used to look at these things every day. It's boring, but it's so long, the point is just one or two sentences.

“I really feel like they're starting over, and it's all about, like, a bunch of crap.” Xiao Qitian's voice was angry when he threw the medallion in his hand aside.

Joe Tian glanced at his hand, basically all he saw was Wu Jiang's fold, what do you expect Wu Jiang to write? It would be nice if they could write down what they were going to play.

“Isn't that what Wenshen does? ”