Entering the Bliss Pavilion, each seated according to their status, Qing Zhan naturally took the first seat on the right, Jie Lan stood behind him, and Cheng Fu was in the position opposite to him on the left. When everyone was seated, Jie Lan noticed that the place next to Lord Yu Yao was empty. At this moment, he saw the gauze curtain at the place of the city lord moving. A palace man led some thin people with a belt made of bright gold silk to enter. When he came, he was wearing a golden crown on his head and a pearl inlaid on it. He looked like he was fifty years old. He had no joy on his face, but rather surly. And the person behind him is wearing a body armor, holding a cloud-breaking sword, wearing a red cloak, and short hair. Who is it if he is not Kong Jing
Jie Lan's heart trembled slightly, and quickly lowered her head to the side, fearing that he would notice her.
Qing Zhan glanced at the frightened Jie Lan behind him, and knew what she was afraid of. He glanced at that Kong Jing and smiled amusingly, his eyes full of contempt and mockery.
Yu Yao, who was sitting on the opposite side of him, happened to notice the expression of Qing Zhan, his eyebrows furrowed, paying attention to his heart.
All the officials stood up and bowed their heads to the city lord.
The evildoer followed the officials and bowed his head to greet him. When he raised his head to look at the city lord sitting high on the jade seat, he didn't know whether it was excited or nervous. The palm of his hand was soaked with cold sweat. He looked at the strange figure and said no. The hatred and resentment, but why, why hate him so much, at this moment, I still hope that the person can notice him and notice that he is standing in front of him.
But the man's gaze never looked at him from start to finish, the evildoer couldn't help but sneered countless times in his heart, whether it was a mockery of himself or a tear in his heart.
After the city lord was seated, Na Kongjing returned to the position beside Lord Yu Yao.
"Sit down, please!" The city lord's eyes were still heavy and cold.
All the officials sat down. Receiving the messenger was supposed to be a joyous event for the whole city, but in this bliss pavilion, I only felt bored and panic. Qing Zhan felt this strange atmosphere, and appeared nonchalant. He filled a glass of wine and sipped by himself, the corners of his mouth still had a long-open, carefree and arrogant smile.
The officials were all startled and frightened when they saw the composure fighting, and they hung their heads hurriedly, not daring to look at him again.
Jie Lan looked at the expressions of these officials and found it very strange. She didn't know whether these people were afraid of fighting in front of them, or afraid of the tall city lord. Jie Lan looked up at the city lord. Although she felt that she was very different from his identity, she did not feel any fear of facing such a distinguished person. On the contrary, she felt that being so high above him was a bit disgusting. .
04 Awakened Sword
Suddenly, there was a stirring noise in the silent palace. The noise was not a human voice, not the wind, but the trembling of the sword, but the sound happened to come from the Yanlin sword that Jie Lan was bearing.
Just like these surprised officials, Jie Lan looked at the trembling sword behind her in amazement. The sword restlessly seemed to be detached from its sheath, and at the same time, the sword was swirling around with a frantic and resentful roar. This roar was a beast's sound, sharp and grief, as if to wake up immediately with the resentment of hundreds of years.