At that time, he was happy.

"Come on."

Hearing what the old emperor said, Boss Yan chuckled lightly.

He immediately called the guards waiting outside. The guards held a tray with pens, inks, papers and inkstones in their hands, and went directly to the table to put everything away.

"Your Majesty, please."

When the old emperor saw it, he became angry.

Is this going to let him write it down by himself? How can he not be angry when he thinks that the people he manages are all free to write it down for others?

But now that he himself is in the hands of this Nizi, it is impossible not to write.

Holding a breath in his chest, he moved slowly, came behind the table, picked up the pen with trembling hands, looked at Boss Yan, and took a deep breath.

Boss Yan stared at him from the side, staring at him and wrote out a series of house names.

The more he wrote, the more ugly his face became. He had already written to the third piece of paper, but there was no tendency to stop. Is this trying to wipe out all the gentry in the Daqing Kingdom?

Finally, after writing four pages, the old emperor stopped his pen.

Seeing this, the guard immediately took the written paper and handed it to Boss Yan, "My lord."

Boss Yan took the paper without looking at it, just folded it and stuffed it into his arms, then turned his eyes to the old emperor again, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Stop, what about the antidote?"

Seeing that he was leaving, the old emperor hurriedly reminded him.

He racked his brains to write so much, isn't it just for the antidote? How could someone leave so quickly?

Boss Yan paused for a moment, took out another porcelain bottle, poured out a elixir from it, put it on the table, and watched the old emperor put the elixir into his mouth immediately, without even drinking water, directly Swallowed it alive.

"This medicine can relieve the pain for a day." Full content

He made a sound slowly, and spoke to the old emperor.

"What did you say?"

The old emperor seemed not to understand what he said, and stared at him blankly.

What is a one-day relief? If his antidote is not a pain-relieving medicine, and it is only a one-day relief, what is the difference between this and not taking it?

"Nizi, what I want is the antidote, the antidote?"

"Isn't what you took just now the antidote?" Boss Yan raised his eyebrows and said.

"you…"

The old emperor had a bad breath stuck in his throat, and the pain in his trachea became more obvious because the elixir had dried up and he swallowed it.

"Nizi, you naughty son, I have written everything that should be written, is this how you play me?"

"Everything that should be written has been written."

Boss Yan looked at him~lightnovelpub.net~ and asked softly.

"Then what shouldn't be written? Shouldn't it be written?"

"Well!"

The old emperor choked on his words.

This Nizi is clear in his heart, knowing that he will not tell him all the people sent out, so he is waiting here for him, right?

"Father, I'm not afraid to tell you that from today onwards, as long as someone dies outside because of half-puppet poison, then I will make you hurt for an hour, until you can't hold on and die of pain."

Boss Yan looked at the old emperor with a fierce light in his eyes. At this moment, the person in front of him was no longer his father, and he only wanted to save some people from him.

"You...you rebellious son!"

The old emperor took a look back, his eyes were clearly terrified.

He knew that this Nizi kept his word, if there were really dead people out there, then he...