"Above the temple, rotten wood is the official, and among the palace, animals eat and pay!"

"A wolf-hearted dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog

"The servile people are all in power, leading to the ruins of the country and the people's lives...!" "Note"

His voice echoed in Hanyuan Palace for a long time.

Ji Tai's eyes were red and his back three steps in a row, and then he sprayed three mouthfuls of old blood.

His eyes turned black and he fell to the ground with a bang!

His third son, Ji Ling, the Minister of War, was now apart.

He shouted: "Father..."

He rushed out of the crowd and squatted on the ground, but looked up and stared at Li Chenan, "Little Thief..."

His words were interrupted by Li Chenan again: "My thief!"

"Who is the thief?"

"You guys and prostitutes in the Ji family want to steal the country... Are you all thieves!"

Ji Ling was silent.

No one in the court dared to respond.

The emperor on the Longtai was wondering if he had any regrets in his heart at this time.

"Note" is a line from Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Lang to death. I think it is quite appropriate to borrow it.
Chapter completed!