Just as he was talking, the curtain of the main tent was suddenly opened, and under the bright moonlight, a figure comparable to the bright moon walked out lightly, wearing white clothes and wide sleeves like flowing clouds, flowing softly beside him,
The moonlight-stained side face almost takes away all the beauty in the world.
With a faint sweep of his narrow eyes, Qin Feng immediately stopped the smile on his face and stood up straight, with absolute respect in his expression.
Chanjuan knelt down quickly, not daring to raise her head to take another look. The regent of the Qinglong Empire, in the eyes of countless people, even his name was a taboo, and no one dared to mention it, let alone look at it with their dirty eyes.
Look at his noble face.
"Slave Chanjuan, please see the regent." Chanjuan lowered her head, her heart pounding.
"The king is not here, what happened in the palace?" His voice was calm and emotionless, and the glaze-like light in his eyes was blocked by the shadow of his pupils.
Qin Feng said: "Reporting to the regent, Princess Heqing of Xuanwu Kingdom was assassinated in the palace. The suspect seems to be Duan Mulei. Today the prince has ordered that Duan Mulei be handed over to King An of Xuanwu Kingdom for custody and interrogation."
"Oh?" Mu Zihan responded calmly, the light and shadow converged, and the expression on his face was confusing, but the light in his eyes took people's breath away.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with this matter?" Qin Feng has always disdained Duan Mulei, a despicable and shameless villain who only bullies the weak.
In Jialan Continent, the strong are respected, but masters who only bully the weak are looked down upon!
Even if Duan Mulei was framed this time, he still deserves to suffer!
"Go back to the capital." Mu Zi said coldly, dressed in white clothes, soaked in the cold moonlight, like a banished immortal, spotless.
No one can connect this noble, god-like man with the powerful, ruthless and domineering regent of the Qinglong Empire.
He travels across the world, but in the light of swords and shadows, he has cultivated the independence of the world and is drunk under the bright moon.
On the Jialan Continent, countless people are crazy about the white-clothed God of War.
The regent Mu Zihan was only twenty-three years old.
*********Feng Wu Jiangshan************
It took Wei Ning a whole night to finish reading the complicated volume of "Broken Flame Moon". Although she seemed to have no problem with the text in this world, she had never been exposed to martial arts and spiritual power, so it was difficult for her to understand it.
It was difficult, but fortunately Mo Wuji was there to help.
"I really don't understand. You are so talented, but all those guys in the Qinglong Kingdom are blind?"
It only takes one night to master the seven-star technique. This kind of talent can no longer be described as a genius. It should be described as a pervert!
Mo Wuji looked at her with interest. How many secrets did this little guy hide?
Wei Ning stretched her muscles and stood up. She didn't like to talk to him. The more you talked to him, the happier he would be. She didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
Bickering, her vicious tongue can make the dead angry! But that doesn't mean she likes it.
She has never been defeated in a fight since she started fighting. Many people start to tremble when they hear the code name n, but that doesn't mean she takes pleasure in it.
She is just a nerd who is addicted to games, reads comics, and loves falling in love with men.
Alas, God is just kidding her for the rest of her life by allowing her to travel to such a technologically backward era...
"Your Highness, it's time to eat." The palace maid came in with food boxes and placed them on the table.
