Shengjing City, the imperial palace, the imperial study.
"Crash!" Meng Tianjue waved his yellow sleeves, and a large pile of memorials fell to the ground. Even the inkstone and pen and ink on the table were not spared. The black ink splashed everywhere, and the whole The imperial study room was suddenly in a mess.
Commander Yu Linwei bowed his head and knelt on the ground, a few drops of ink splashed on his face, his pupils shrank slightly, but his figure remained motionless.
"Where's the treasure map?" Meng Tianjue stood behind the desk, and the cold voice seemed to come from hell.
Commander Yulin Wei lowered his head even lower, "Incompetent in low position, I haven't found it yet."
"Trash, everyone is trash!" Meng Tianjue's eyes were splitting when he heard the words, and he almost turned his back.
