When the Ghost King Xin Yinsi came, when he saw the slaves of the palace standing outside the gate of the palace, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he immediately walked forward with great strides and asked, "Why are you outside? Where is the queen?"
"That...the queen..."
The palace maid was incoherent and looked at the demonic man in front of her, and her hair stood up all over her body.
The door behind the palace maid opened automatically, and she sang and smiled, and the voice came from the depths of the palace, "Come in."
The servants walked in. Xin Yinsi was about to follow him, but the two huge golden lacquer doors were closed next to Xin Yinsi's nose. A huge sound sounded, like a bell on the top of the mountain, and dust and smoke were everywhere.
"The Ghost King should stay outside." The girl's cold voice was filled with gloomy.
The Ghost King was in a state of uncertainty, his face was covered with haze, and the pupils embedded in his beautiful face looked like a pair of seeds of a demon.
"I will go to Qifeng Hall to prepare. The time is up. Let the queen come immediately and not delay it."
Xin Yinsi suddenly stretched out his hand and raised the eunuch who was a little distance in front of him. The eunuch smelled the Shura aura on the man's body, and was so scared that he nodded in fear.
Chiffon Hall.
All the cultural relics were all here, standing on both sides of the scarlet blanket, there were ninety-nine to eighty-one steps of the gilded steps, and the patterns of dragons and phoenixes were carved on both sides. When spreading their wings and soaring, it seemed as if the spiritual energy released by the Venerable was flowing.
On both sides of the east and west, there are two huge cauldrons, one gold and one silver, which complement each other. On the cauldron, there are night pearls on them; in the south and north directions, there are unique incense burners, and the smoke of ambergris rises, like poetry and picturesque, hazy.
noon.
The people in Qifeng Hall couldn't stand any longer and were muttering in a low voice.
"It's noon, the time is here, where is the queen."
"Can't you be shameless?"
"Yes, when we look for great rivers and mountains, how can we be snatched away by a foreigner? What's more, we are still a woman."
"Rumored that Ye Qingge killed his husband and king, he was so cruel."
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Xin Yinsi stood at the head of all officials, and the other princes in Xixun looked at him nervously. He was impatient when he listened to the voices of the civil and military officials Xu, frowned fiercely, and glanced at the mysterious totem in the top of the sky.
Could it be that Ye Qingge is playing tricks with him at this time?
"Empress, here!" The eunuch's sharp voice was like thousands of ducks in the lake screaming, tearing through everyone's eardrums.
The ministers, princes, nobles, and Xin Yinsi all looked out of the hall. People from afar gradually became clear. The bright yellow figures were like a rising sun, with the flowing clouds on the edges and floating lights. She walked over and over the stone steps, stepped on the threshold, stood in the middle of the entrance hall, shattering the fragrance of the hall, blocking half of the white sunlight, and the country stretched endlessly behind her, and the beautiful history unfolded.
Looking at her, everyone held their breath.
Even Li Fugui and Yun Yuexia, along the way, couldn't help but look at each other a few more times.
A flash in the pan is a glance, and the beauty is incomparable. Looking back, all living beings are in trouble and beauty are nothing more than this.
The woman was attracted by her unique white hair, she combed her cumbersome bun, inserted into a phoenix shaking slanted, decorated with pearl hairpins, and inlaid with earlobes inlaid with bright moon rings, without a forehead ornament. The blood demon flower between her eyebrows is naturally charming.
Red lips, black eyes, white hair and white skin.
Qingge's dragon robe was specially woven and embroidered. The wrapped body inside was like a cheongsam, outlining her dripping figure. Canglong circled his waist and soared upwards. This cheongsam was not seen on his chest.
It's off-shoulder!
The clavicle is three-dimensional and the skin is smooth and tender.
A bright yellow outer robe covered her body, with gray plush on her shoulders, which was elegant and cool. The tail of the outer robe was dragged on the ground, and it was eight feet long. The palace maids with strict and unified clothing stood on both sides of the rear of the outer robe, holding back and walking forward.
Li Fugui and Yun Yuexia intervened in the position of all officials.
Yun Yuexia smiled and looked at Qingge crossing the gilded stairs, sitting on the dragon chaise straight with her back. When she turned around, she waved her hand and drew a curve in the air. The golden dragon was lifelike and shook the whole field.
If there were no conspiracies, Yun Yuexia would rather Ye Qingge become the king who has been famous for all ages.
In the Luanfeng Palace, when she saw Ye Qingge wearing a dragon robe, she felt that the dragon robe in the world was tailor-made for her. Who can take this posture except her?
She had seen the Northern Yue Emperor dominate the world in a dragon robe, which made her lose her heart, but when she saw Qingge sitting on the dragon throne, she felt that the people of hundreds of millions of stars should surrender to her feet.
Some people are born as dragons.
For example, she—
A stunning look flashed in Xin Yinsi's pupils.
A eunuch read the oath. After the oath was read, all officials should bow, but a sudden voice sounded, "No, you can't let this cruel woman be the king of our Xixun, otherwise Xixun will be ruined by her!"
The speaker is a young man.
"This is the brother of the Princess of the Northern Tomb, the Iron Cavalry General, very brave." The palace maid leaned into Qingge's ear and whispered.
"Take it out and slaughter it, throw it to the mass grave to feed the wolf." Qingge said coldly.
All the officials were suffocating. The young man obviously did not expect that Ye Qingge had just ascended the throne for a day and dared to kill him in front of all the civil and military officials!
Being arrogant and arrogant!
Prespicious!
"Didn't you hear?" Qingge glanced at the guards in Qifeng Hall.
The guards' legs trembled, but only a few guards walked forward. The young man was extremely powerful and beaten out with iron fists. Several guards immediately had their noses, faces, swollen and pissed, and even worse, some of them were beaten to lose their teeth.
"There is such a king in Xixun, which is a disaster for Xixun." The young man said angrily: "As a loyal minister, how can you watch Xixun destroy you, the witch?"
After saying that, the man pulled out a knife and flew towards the dragon chair on the gilded steps. He jumped up and jumped into the air. His knees bent slightly, and his hands held the blood-stained machete high, trying to slash him down on his head.
All officials were panicked, the ghost king's back was stiff, and he stood like a green pine, his face was a bit strange, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
He just watched this, without any intention of taking action.
Li Fugui's eyebrows frowned fiercely, "This man's congenital ninth level, Miss Ye's congenital eighth level, should I take action?"
In the eyes of the world, people still think that Qingge is stuck in the eighth stage of the innate level.
"Don't expose your strength for the first time." Yun Yuexia said: "She is good at challenging the higher level."
Hearing this, Li Fugui's hanging heart relaxed, but he still maintained an attacking state. As long as Qingge was in danger, he would give a fatal blow at any time.
Most of the officials were secretly happy. The brother of the Princess of the Northern Tomb had an amazing temper, but no one recognized Qingge, the emperor who fell from the sky.
Most people hope that she can die under a man's knife.
The peerless beauty's body and head are different, and that scene must be sad and beautiful. (To be continued)