Chu Luo looked at the direction where Xiao Yichen left, and his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Xiao Yichen, you belong to me. If you take me to seize power, you will definitely keep you by my side.

As for that Shui Lingyue, I will never allow this witch to steal the king’s beloved you.

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During this period before the death of the late emperor, all forces were ready to move.

A tense meeting was taking place in the secret room of the Taishi Mansion.

Six people sat around the rectangular conference table.

The man in the throne was wearing a purple robe, a golden crown, long eyebrows and eyes, and fair skin as white as jade. He looked like a layer of frost.

He looked at the age of fourteen or fifteen, with a slight confusion in his dark eyes.

He is Chu Luo, who was regarded as his master by Feng Wanshan.

In the lower left head of Chu Luo, the Grand Tutor Feng Wanshan was sitting, and below was Feng Qianchou, and further down was Feng Zheng.

Sitting in the lower right corner is Feng Yu, the commander of the Southern Army.

Next to Feng Yu, there was a man in his forties. Although he looked like a man and was wearing a man's clothes, his face had no beard and his chin was bare. He looked very female.

Feng Wanshan said: "In another three days, it will be the half-year death day of the late emperor. At that time, the Wu officials of the Southern Chu State and the elders of the Qingyun Sect will appear in the tomb of the late emperor and the priests of the late emperor. This is an excellent opportunity for us."

Feng Wanshan said, looking back at Chu Luo who was sitting in his seat. The meaning of that gaze was very obvious, and it was to let Chu Luo speak.

Chu Luo felt Feng Wanshan's gaze and felt panic in his heart. He blinked his eyes twice, coughed, and echoed: "What Master Feng said is very true, and I also think it is an excellent opportunity."

Feng Yu, who was sitting opposite Feng Wanshan, frowned slightly and said, "What my grandfather said is very, but we still lack one crucial thing now."

As he said that, Feng Yu's head turned slightly to the left and glanced at the white-faced man sitting on the left.

Feng Wanshan also followed Feng Yu's gaze and looked at the man, saying, "Eunuch Lu, everything is ready now. Your east wind has been there before."

This young man with fair face was the personal eunuch of the late emperor, Lu Gao.

Lu Gao glanced at the few people and said, "Master Feng, are you calling our family here today? Are you trying to borrow the east wind from our family?"

Feng Wanshan shook his head and said, "I'm wrong. Eunuch Lu, it's not a borrower, but this Dongfeng was originally prepared by the late emperor for His Highness An. Eunuch Lu, you see, the one in front of him is the master who the late emperor asked you to be loyal to you."

As he said that, Feng Wanshan pointed his hand at Chu Luo.

In the past few months after the death of the late emperor, Feng Wanshan and Lu Gao had not had a harmonious relationship.

Feng Wanshan knew that the purpose of the late emperor was Lu Gao's hand, and he asked Lu Gao for the purpose of the order many times, but Lu Gao was not pretending to be stupid, but said directly that he had nothing he wanted.

So, at this moment, Feng Wanshan's attitude towards Lu Gao was still not good.

Until Feng Wanshan brought An Wang Chuluo to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Lu Gao actually contacted Feng Wanshan and said that as long as Feng Wanshan prepared everything, he would take out the order of the late emperor.

Feng Zheng saw that the two of them were in a bad mood and hurriedly said, "Eunuch Lu, now you are sitting here on the same boat with us. I hope Eunuch Lu can cooperate more. In the future, His Highness An ascends the throne, he will definitely not treat Eunuch Lu unfairly."

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