Chapter 3 King Rui

When the little emperor Yin Sheng saw the eyes projected by the man who fell from the sky, he couldn't help trembling all over. He was really beautiful. Yin Sheng has seen the former imperial concubines and male pets since he was a child. He used to think that they were all beautiful, but now it seems that those are just vulgar fans.

Feng Lingzhi also noticed the strange man's eyes, so he reminded the little emperor, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

The little emperor came to his senses in a trance and then found that the man had been regarded as a "saint" by the people, although he was indeed a man.

But in this way, he can't kill the great master with the crime of "bullying the king". His plan for a long time was destroyed by this sudden appearance.

He blinked, hid the fierceness in his eyes, and then turned his head and asked calmly, "I don't know, Fengqing, is this person a saint?"

"I don't think so..." Feng Lingzhi looked at the man on the altar and replied, "Obviously a man..."

"If it's not a saint, can I kill him?" Yin Sheng said such words calmly, which instantly made Feng Ling know that he was just saying "the grapes are so delicious" instead of killing people.

"Naturally, you can't kill it," Feng Ling said,

"Fengqing, why can't you kill? I don't understand. Is that person useful? What should I do if it's a good person?" Yin Sheng came over and asked in a low voice.

"First, the people in the imperial city all say that this person is a saint. If your majesty kills him, won't it disturb the hearts of the people? Second, I don't know if this person is a capable stranger invited by King Rui. He may be able to use it in the future. Third, if he has nothing to do with King Rui, why would your majesty kill him?" Feng Ling analyzed it carefully.

Yin Sheng heard this, and his face suddenly realized, but his eyes were still calm. He smiled slightly and said to Feng Ling, "What Fengqing said is that let this person go back to the palace with the widow first. It's not too late for me to look at it first, and kill it later, right?"

Yin Sheng smiled innocently, and Feng Ling knew that he was a little trembling... He knew that Yin Sheng knew everything, and this question was just pretending to be a non-threatening party members of King Rui, but killing people were like numb... Feng Ling shook his head, and his majesty was not such a child.

But what is the identity of this inexplicable person who fell from the sky? Is it true that he is a fairy?

Does the cloud of blood have any meaning before his appearance? Does it mean that another bloody storm is coming to Li, which has not been peaceful for several years?

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After Feidian and Yin Sheng returned to the palace, they changed into white clothes. Because they could not coil up their hair, they could only tie up their hair casually, but they looked more handsome and unruly.

The noble man did not ask the inferior human beings who was the emperor, but according to his guess, it was the man in white standing opposite the altar and looking at him.

After he was taken into the palace by the group, he was left idle under a peaceful pavilion. After a long time, a teenager who looked less than 14 or 15 years old ran over and stood in front of him with gasp. He calmed down for a while and asked excitedly, "Are you a saint?"

Feidian silently turned his head and ignored him.

"Holy Lady, let's be friends~" The teenager suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said so.

"Are you blind?" Feidian shook off his hand and said, "Can't you see that I'm a man?"

The teenager put his thrown hand on his chest, squeezed his mouth, and looked a little wronged. Suddenly, a trace of guilt ignited in Feidian's heart...

"Your Majesty, the Holy Lady," the eunuch holding the dust bent down respectfully and walked to Feidian and the teenager and said, "Everything is ready. Please move to the royal garden."

Feidian looked at the teenager beside him in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Are you the emperor?"

The teenager, that is, Yin Sheng, nodded with a smile, "Yes, don't I look like her?"

Feidian is naturally depressed.

Who would want to seduce a stinky child?

He originally thought that the Feng Lingshu around Yin Sheng was handsome in his prime, and maybe he was the emperor. But I didn't expect it to be.

And this real emperor, well, although he is also very good-looking, it can be seen that he must be the master of the world before he grows up, although he is almost as tall as himself in height... I guess he is only a little shorter. Although he is so cute, he is just a child now! After all, it's just a child! Human beings are inherently inferior creatures. Aren't children the lowest among inferior creatures? This is simply an insult to my identity.

Feidian was still surprised. Yin Sheng had dragged him to the direction of the Royal Garden, because it was slightly ahead of Feidian, so Feidian could not see the bad smile and calculations that Yin Sheng obliquely picked up the corners of his mouth at this time.

When he arrived at the Bamboo Wind Pavilion in the Royal Garden, Yin Sheng sat down, and the father-in-law behind him sat down in his seat with flying electricity. As a god, he naturally enjoyed the treatment of all the ministers standing up and welcoming him.

Only the man in white sitting opposite him silently held the wine glass, without any emotion, awe or doubt in his eyes, just looking at the flying electricity like this.

Somehow, Feidian suddenly felt a sense of oppression, which he had never seen in 20 years. He suddenly had an idea in his mind that this person seemed to have the same proud ability as him.

He turned his head and looked at the little emperor Yin Sheng. He sat alone in front of him and began to eat grapes. It seemed that everything on the field was not as important as the grapes in his hand.

Is it really a superior existence?

Feidian was a little happy in his heart, and he was not too wronged to seduce such a person.

Everyone gathered around Feidian and sat closest to Yin Sheng's right hand.

"Excuse me, saint," as soon as Fei Dian sat down, a minister beside him arched his hand and asked, "When you came down from the sky, everyone saw a book holding a book in your hand. Is that book that can spy on the divine book of heaven?"

"May I ask the saint," the first minister just finished, and the second asked, "That book should be the way to cultivate the medicine of immortality!"

Feidian glanced at these low-level human beings casually, hummed coldly from his nostrils, and did not answer.

Sure enough, the fox demon that you think is so noble is the focus everywhere.

However, Feidian has been paying attention to the person opposite, next to the little emperor's left hand. He held his cheek and looked straight at Feidian with a smile on his face. His eyes were not astonished, without awe, and warm as a pool of spring water.

Is he also a senior human being of the same level as the emperor?

Feidian ignored the silent emperor and looked at this person. It seemed that they wanted to see something from each other's eyes, but they didn't get what they wanted.

Finally, the man in white first looked away, gently put down his hand, stood up and walked to Yin Sheng. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I suddenly feel unwell and may have to leave first..."

Yin Sheng immediately spit out grapes, put on a concerned expression, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Uncle?" Does it matter? Come on, send it to the imperial doctor.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry. I'm just tired and fine."

"Uncle worked hard for state affairs, and I was very distressed..." Yin Sheng really expressed his feelings, "Then uncle, go back first and have a good rest."

"Thank you for your concern," the man in white said, turned to Feidian and said, "Your Excellency, Xiao Wang is rude. I hope you can forgive me."

"What kind of saint is not a saint? Can't you see that I'm a man?"

This is the first sentence he said in front of everyone after flying to the imperial garden. The unique cold voice declared the insurmountable distance between him and the ordinary them as soon as he opened his mouth. No wonder the previous ministers ignored him when they talked to him. It turned out that they were not qualified.

As the first king to be treated, he didn't feel more proud. He smiled apologetically and asked, "Is it possible to call you a saint?"