The bronze lampstand was in the shape of a cloud, and as the door was pushed open, the candlelight began to flicker.
There was a thunderstorm outside, Lu Yu closed the gate, and the sound of the rain was isolated from the outside of Qiankun Palace.
In the dim light, a golden dragon robe with five claws came into view.
Zhao Yuanyan was wearing a dragon robe, with loose hair, sitting under the high platform of the dragon chair without grace. The air is filled with the smell of green ant wine. The solemn and solemn court palace in the past is now like an ordinary restaurant and teahouse, and the smell of drunkenness is quite pungent.
强牺  读牺。 Lu Yu frowned, but he did not expect Zhao Yuanyan to make such a gesture.
"sit down."
Zhao Yuanyan's voice was quite hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
In front of him, there was a table with a few wine jugs scattered on it, and a pair of clean bowls placed there, obviously prepared for Lu Yu long ago.
"If you are worried about being poisoned, you don't need to drink it. I can drink it at my own discretion." With a look of madness on his face, Zhao Yuanyan drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Zhao Yuanyan is like a gambler who has lost everything. In this palace that belongs to him, he is going through the final madness.
In less than a year since Zhao Yuanyan ascended the throne, he has changed from an orthodox emperor who controlled the world to a loser who lost everything.
The army no longer listened to him, and even the Jinyi Longwei and the imperial guards who were closest to him left him.
Baiguan no longer obeyed him, and even opened the palace gate to welcome Lu Yu's arrival.
The Ninth Five-Year Lord is just empty words. He sits on the Qiankun Palace, and his original intention is to control the universe, but his orders have been unable to spread out of the Qiankun Palace.
Lu Yu knew Zhao Yuanyan's mood now.
Everything he once mastered was wiped out in a blink of an eye. No matter how determined a person is, he will feel quite broken at this time.
Lu Yu sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down. Immediately, he felt a warm current penetrate into his internal organs, which actually improved his magic power out of thin air. Obviously, this wine was also refined with many natural materials and earth treasures.
Such a jug of wine, if spread, is enough to be treated as a natural treasure, and it can be sold together with many precious medicines.
However, Lu Yu is the body of a martial immortal, and he is invulnerable to all poisons, let alone worrying about Zhao Yuanyan poisoning him.
"The wine is good." Lu Yu said.
Zhao Yuanyan said: "This is the spiritual wine brewed by the Imperial Dining Room. If you (Remember the website address of this site: www.hlnovel.com