Yi Lianyu seemed not to be surprised, with a face of ridicule and contempt. He had no intention of looking at those nymphomaniac women, and completely ignored the crazy bees and butterflies behind him: "I have long been accustomed to it. You don't need to look at it. Let's go in quickly!"
It seems that we are not too late." He turned around and looked at the old man, immediately held his elbow and walked toward the palace gate.
Qianran raised her eyebrows, glanced at the women who were frequently casting glances at her eldest brother, and quickly followed him, fearing that she would be blocked and unable to enter the palace later.
Not long after, a large number of ministers, family members, princes and nobles entered the inner courtyard of the palace one after another and rested in the pavilion called Ningxi Palace.
As soon as you enter the palace, you will be greeted by the aroma of incense. Then, you will see the palace maids and eunuchs serving you. This palace was originally magnificent, but now you feel even more luxurious when you are in it.
Not to mention. Even the tables and chairs are made of rare black sandalwood and carved, which are hard to find. Not to mention the gauze and silver curtains, and the gold and jade lanterns.
Because Mr. Zhan is very senior, he naturally has a seat, while other officials can only stand and wait, except of course those with the title of prince. Qianran stood behind Yiren Zhan, with a fat and fleshy face.
His expression and eyes followed Yi Lianyu's voice transmission, looking at the people he was talking about one by one.
That's right. Yi Lianyu is introducing to her the heads of several major forces in the court and explaining the current situation of the court. Naturally, she must remember the faces of certain people.
At this time, Yu Wen'ao, with a gentle smile on his upright and elegant face, stepped into the palace with his wife and several female family members. Immediately, the family members of several big officials who were close to him came over and greeted him.
When the family started chatting, it seemed like they didn't take other people seriously.
Not long after, a eunuch's sharp voice passed through the hall, alarming everyone in the hall: "King Yan, the first son is here!"
Immediately, everyone rushed towards the entrance of the hall. However, a small number of people did not go there, as if they were ashamed, and they just cast disdainful looks.
When Yu Wen Ao heard this, he looked at Yi Lian Zhan strangely, then turned around and saluted the King of Flames and the First Young Master Yu Feiyan with clasped fists: "King of Flames, welcome back to the court! Unexpectedly,
The First Young Master is here too! I think His Majesty will be delighted to come."
Yu Feiyan was still wearing a jade-faced white robe, with an elegant demeanor and a gentle smile reflecting her endless elegance. She immediately clasped her fists in return and a sweet voice overflowed: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, you are polite!"
King Yan never looked at him and Yu Feiyan from the beginning to the end, because from the moment he came in, Shen Yi's strong eyes had always been fixed on the fat woman in purple clothes. She even took advantage of him to talk to Yu Feiyan.
At this moment, he strode towards her. The towering figure of fiery color was vaguely domineering, and the bloody clothes fluttered with his steps. The autumn eyes of many women were broken as he passed by, and the hearts of young girls were obsessed with him.
But what is shocking is that the handsome and handsome man who is the God of War is actually standing with a useless nymphomaniac and an ugly fat woman...
"Ran'er, you're here first." Yan Wang's deep but pleasant voice echoed beside her, and he actually stood behind Mr. Zhan with her. He didn't feel anything was wrong at all, and there was a bright light in his eyes, and