"Uncle Master... You are not being made into scum..." Wang Meng rubbed his eyes hard, and rushed up to squeeze Feng Feiyun's arms and shoulders. He is huge, and his palm can hold Feng Feiyun's head wrap up.
"Don't mess with it, you won't die." Feng Feiyun's hair was messed up by Wang Meng, he didn't mean anything, he was just excited.
Wang Meng smiled naively and rubbed his hands together, "I just said that my uncle was wise and talented, and he couldn't fall so easily."
At this moment, there are many monks around here, and Feng Feiyun has become the focus of everyone. Instead, the protagonists of this battle, Prince Hongye and Yan Ziyu, have been forgotten. After all, the news that the King of God is not dead is too shocking. .
Su Yun and Tiansuan Scholar also walked up to greet each other, not too surprised, just like the most common meeting between friends. This is also reasonable, Feng Feiyun Jinchan's plan to escape from the shell can be hidden from others, and it must not be hidden from the scholars, they must know that they are not dead.
Feng Feiyun felt a strong hostility, and looked in the direction of the hostility, and saw a golden-robed man standing on the white jade steps outside a palace in the distance. It was Dragon God Cliff.
Longshenya saw with his own eyes that the mansion of the gods was refined into a piece of magma, and found the decree of the gods in the magma. He thought that Feng Feiyun had died without a place to be buried, but he didn't expect him to appear safe and sound, and he was still in his own place. The eyelids were tumbling under the ground for a few days, but he didn't even recognize him.
"The underground gambling palace was actually destroyed by the bastard Feng Feiyun. I said how can there be such a sinister person in this world. It's really hateful." Xi Yue'an clenched his fists tightly, and wanted to rush up to beat Feng Feiyun madly. Take a puff.
Long Qingyang's purple clothes are slanted, his eyes are full of smoke, and his body is petite. Looking at the center of the crowd of people from a distance, there is a strange brilliance in his bright eyes, "What a handsome little brother, or take off the hat to look good, who is he?"
Xiyue'an's eyes were not good, and he said coldly: "He is the first genius of the Shenjin Dynasty, the youngest god king in the history of the dynasty, Feng Feiyun."
Long Qingyang's eyes became brighter, like two shining stars.
Princess Luofu stood in front of the highest golden hall in the imperial city, and beside her was a huge azure cauldron. She had a golden veil, revealing half of her immortal face, and stared blankly at the maids around her.
Looking at the imperial city from afar, she exhaled like a blue orchid, and her voice spread throughout half of the gods.
The sound is like a phoenix roaring, crisp and melodious, with strong penetrating power.
Feng Feiyun could hear it clearly from a distance of dozens of miles. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Tianyu Palace. The golden palace seemed to be suspended in mid-air. The jade man stood in front of the temple, looking down at the whole world like an emperor.
Many people had an illusion at this moment, as if they saw a female emperor approaching the Nine Heavens.
"The king of the gods is not dead yet. For such a big event, Emperor Jin didn't even come forward, but let the four god concubines meet him. It seems that Emperor Jin is really no longer in the capital." Feng Feiyun thought so in his heart.
Tianyu Hall is the largest hall in the imperial city, and it is the gateway to the imperial palace. Generally, if Emperor Jin is unable to attend, the discussions above the court will be held in Tianyu Hall.
Although there are many strong people in the imperial city, few are qualified to enter the Tianyu Temple.
It was already dusk, the sun was hovering above the majestic imperial city, the golden brilliance was facing the front of Tianyu Temple, and Feng Feiyun was inlaid with a layer of gold.
Feng Feiyun took off his black robe and put on the golden robe of a god king, wearing a god crown on his head, with a heroic spirit and a straight spine, he walked straight into the Tianyu Temple, staring straight ahead, everyone in the palace. It seemed insignificant to him.
Just kidding, when Emperor Jin is not there, the god king is the head of the royal family, and the four god concubines are also one level lower. As for the highly respected Sangong, he could at most be on an equal footing with the God-king. Besides, this was in the imperial city, the territory of the royal family, and the Sangong could not interfere too much.
So Feng Feiyun doesn't need to look up at anyone at all.
The golden palace, as high as 100 zhang, walked into the palace, just like walking into a huge golden square.
The four great concubines were all present, sitting at the top, each of them was beautiful and moving, and their cultivation was not bad.
From left to right, they are: Concubine Ji, Concubine Hua, Concubine Beiming, Concubine Luoshen.
In addition to the four concubines, several ancestors of the royal family, the crown prince Longshenya, Princess Luofu, and half of the officials of the imperial court were also gathered here. Obviously, this incident shook the government and the public, and it was a big earthquake.
"Show the king of the gods." Concubine Hua has the highest status in the harem. In charge of the post, she is vaguely the head of the four god concubines.
The two eunuchs lifted up the golden-toothed chair, Feng Feiyun rudely sat down.
The atmosphere in the Tianyu Hall seemed quite strange. After a long while, Concubine Ji was the first to speak, a little delicate and eager to say: "Lord God King, Yue'er... Is she still alive?"
Ji Lingao had been haggard too much these days, and she was already desperate, but the appearance of Feng Feiyun made her hope again, and her originally pale and morbid face became a little more bloody.
Feng Feiyun hesitated slightly and said, "Cangyue she... I'm sorry, God Concubine, this king did not take good care of her."
Hearing this news, Ji Lingao was struck by lightning, her face was ashen, her face was even paler, a trace of blood spilled from her lips, and mercilessly slipped down, the blue silk on her head turned white in an instant.
White hair, paler than her pale face.
Her face is still young, like a girl of sixteen or seven years old, but her heart is dead.
No one can understand her heart dying at the moment, and there is no more brilliance in her beautiful eyes.
Long Cangyue is naturally not dead yet, but the news must not be revealed now. Feng Feiyun also felt that it was too cruel to Ji Lingxi. After he decided to leave Tianyu Palace, he went to find her in person and told her the truth.
Princess Luofu was standing behind Feng Feiyun, tall and tall, although the golden gauze covered her fairy face, she could still see a hint of joy in her eyes, and said, "Lord God King, how did you escape from God? The palace? Who is dealing with the palace of the gods?"
Longshenya began to get nervous, but Beiming old fox was still leisurely and calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
All this is seen in Feng Feiyun's eyes, the Beiming old fox really has nothing to fear, and Jiang is still old and hot.
"There is a secret passage in the palace of the God King, which can cut off the blockade of the formation. This king also escaped after paying a heavy price." Feng Feiyun paused slightly, and then said: "As for who is dealing with it. This king does not know about the palace of the gods. The other party took the poison before sneaking into the palace of the gods. Even if they were captured, they would immediately stimulate the toxins in their bodies and turn them into pus and blood, leaving no trace behind. any clues."
After hearing this, Longshenya breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason why Feng Feiyun pretended not to know who the murderer was is because he knew that even if the Beiming old fox was caught, he would not be able to do anything to him. And what Feng Feiyun said now is just enough to paralyze the old fox and give himself more space to prepare.
Beiming pondered and said, "This is obviously the means of top killers. Except for the Taishang Palace of Death, no other killers have the courage to fight against the Palace of God, Humph! It's really frustrating, this minister proposes to dispatch the Shenwu Army. , to pacify the Taishang Palace of Death."
The people of Dazai's family also joined in one after another, all claiming to kill one as an example to maintain the continuity of the dynasty, but none of them came up with a specific plan, they just shouted loudly.
Feng Feiyun watched from the sidelines and said, "That's right! You're right! The world is so big that it is the king's land. But no one knows where the lair of the Taishang Death Palace is located. Dare to ask you all, even the Taishang Death Palace. The palace's nest can't be found, how to exterminate them?"
"Uh... this... "
"The imperial power of the dynasty cannot be violated, and sooner or later the Palace of Death will be destroyed."
"The Shenwu Army is unparalleled in battle, and it can destroy the Taishang Life-threatening Palace with a flick of a finger."
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It's all nutritious words.
Feng Feiyun sneered in his heart and said, "Let's suspend this matter! What do you think of this king's proposal?"
"Yeah! Now is the critical period of the battle of the concubine, and I really can't be distracted to do other things."
"God King Yingming."
"God King Yingming."
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Beiming Mo Shou smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said profoundly: "Since the Lord God is not dead, he should have appeared earlier, which made me and other old ministers feel sad for several days in vain, and the house is still hanging in the house. Mourning cloth white silk."
Hou Tianhou said: "Since the Lord God King is already engaged to Princess Yue, how can he participate in Princess Luofu's battle of concubines again, it seems a bit bad!"
Hou Tianhou was also a member of Dazai's lineage and began to attack Feng Feiyun.
Immediately after, another old man, one of Jiuqing, said solemnly: "This is indeed discordant ethics, Princess Yue's bones are not cold, the Lord God King should build a mausoleum for her, wear sackcloth and filial piety, and guard the mausoleum for three years before she can reappear. Marry. Otherwise, Princess Yue will find out, how sad it is. I hope the king of gods will think again!"
"I hope God King think twice!"
"I hope God King think twice!"
Beiming Moshou coughed twice, stroked his beard, and said, "Sir God King really has no consideration for this matter, even if you don't consider Princess Yue under Jiuquan, you must also consider the feelings of Concubine Ji Shenfei! Seeing the concubine and the concubine turning white one day, the old minister is also sad, the god king should spend more time with her, so that the concubine and concubine can come out of her grief as soon as possible."
None of these people wanted Feng Feiyun to have anything to do with Princess Luofu. After all, if Feng Feiyun really became the concubine and married Princess Luofu, then they would join forces and Princess Luofu would be the possibility of ascending the throne of Emperor Jin. will become higher.
These people all support the crown prince's enthronement. If the prince loses power and lets Princess Luofu succeed, then their fate will be absolutely tragic. Once the emperor and the courtier, even if they are bloody massacred by Princess Luofu, it is entirely possible. This kind of thing is too common in history, so they will try their best to prevent Feng Feiyun from continuing to participate in the battle of the concubine.
And Beiming Moshou was even more ruthless, knowing that Feng Feiyun and Ji Lingao had had an unclear night, but at this moment, he concealed the matter and deliberately threatened Feng Feiyun and forced him to submit.