Under such gazes, the Yin Kings' muscles and skin tightened for no reason, and they became nervous for no reason.

Bailian looked at it lightly, then withdrew his gaze, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Let's have a court meeting, I have something to say."

He did not call himself Gu, but "I". It can even be said that when Bailian was still in the world, even though he was the prince of Zhongyou, he never called himself "Gu" once.

Although Yingxiu has been in power for two hundred years and has been called Gu Zun day and night, he is still too young after all. Who among the six Yin kings in Zhongyou and above has heard the word "Gu" in his heart.

But until today, Balian's faint words, like a casual command, made the Yin Kings look solemn, and they felt as nervous as if they were facing a battle.

From ancient times to the present, those who dare to threaten to hold a court meeting have become the king of a dynasty and the emperor of Zhongyou. Who dares to speak out his character and conduct, and which courtier dares to follow it with his own life.

There is no "solitary" in Bailian's words, but in the heart of King Yin, he has already stood on the lonely ninth level.

A few days later, three thousand lamps were lit again in the Guozheng Palace where no one was allowed to enter the palace without permission. Dozens of palace attendants who had lit the lamps retreated one after another.

The courtiers in Zhongyou held the court board in their hands and stood in front of the hall with their heads bowed respectfully. Although they no longer had the sense of crisis that Ying Xiu led the monks from outside to force them into the hall.

But when he looked up slightly and saw the figure of the young man standing on the ninth level in front of the temple, he still couldn't help but feel his heart tightening.

Balian walked down the ninth step in one step, looking around at everyone, and said as he walked: "Three days ago, there was a lively drama in the Guozheng Palace. What do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. In this inexplicably tense atmosphere, someone spoke:

"There is that traitor Ying Xiu who has been dead for hundreds of years. He has respected the position of the prince and enjoyed the worship of thousands of heroic spirits but is ungrateful and tries to backfire on our Zhongyou Dynasty. It is really abominable!

Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince was wise and decisive and killed this son's ambition in time, so that our country in Zhongyou, Tailongan, can be stable for thousands of years!"

"His Royal Highness is wise!"

"His Royal Highness is wise!"

Under the roar of the crowd, Bailian walked down the last step and suddenly chuckled.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat down casually, without any trace of the prince's majesty or demeanor, he just sat on the steps casually.

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