587-589 Heavenly Wing Holy King

"Later, I began to fight Xirong and Beidi... I have been fighting east and west over the years, and I haven't grown up."

"Have you been fighting with the team?" Luo Wener suddenly asked.

The small stool nodded and shook his head: "I'm so small that I can't be charged. I can only take care of the food..."

Suddenly, he bit his lip and choked: "They are all dead. Wang Wu, Zhang Da, Zhao Liu..."

Seeing Luo Wener frowning and thinking about it, he couldn't help asking tentatively, "I heard that Vice General Yun took Vice Admiral Yue away, is it true?"

On the night when he planned to round up or destroy Qianyu's wings in the three unique land, Qian Yumo suddenly withdrew his plan, and Yunfeng was furious, so he took Yue Liying away.

Luo Wener has always felt that such an ending is very good, because Yunfeng can finally be with her beloved, and Yue Liying... Isn't it a kind of happiness to have someone to treat her wholeheartedly?

But now, she did not answer the question of the small stool, but changed his words: "Since you are in the army, why did you come here?"

The small stool immediately showed panic: "Actually, after the general has to seal the Holy King of Tianyi and build a big house, we won't fight much. General...No, the Holy King transferred me back to the palace and became a guard, but..."

He seemed to think of something, but suddenly trembled, and the tea immediately overflowed from the mouth of the cup.

After such a long time, the tea should have cooled down a long time ago, but the small stool seemed to have been burned. As soon as the hand was loosened, the green glazed teacup fell to the ground and instantly broke into several pieces.

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The palace of Daliao is built on the vast water. It is far-reaching and dark. No matter when you look at it, it seems to walk into the dark night, very much like the owner here.

The face of the Heavenly Wing Holy King is always gloomy, like the outline carved by a knife and axe like a hard stone. Even if you look at it, you will feel the pain of being hit.

No one dared to look directly into the eyes of the Holy King. He heard that the old Prime Minister once defended the princess, but the Holy King never said a word, so he couldn't help looking over... As a result, he immediately fainted and lay in ** for three months. Although he can go to court now, he trembled and couldn't say a whole word.

He once proposed to return to his hometown, but the Holy King was not sure, so he had to continue to stand tremblingly in the court, but he did not dare to say a word and only acted as a decoration.

As for other civil and military ministers, they have more or less been stimulated similar to the old prime minister, so in the early morning every day, the holy king sits on the throne and the minister stands on both sides of the jade steps.

If the Holy King has something to say, he will only say a few words. His voice is low, with the spirit of Jin Ge's murder, and the rest of the people will sing and take the order to do things.

In addition, the holy king and courtiers are in place. The Holy King's face was hidden behind the jade, dressed in a thorny gold and black robe, sitting on the throne, as depressed as a dark cloud. And the courtiers all bowed and stood, and did not dare to come out of the atmosphere. They only counted silently in their hearts, waiting for two hours of early morning time to pass quickly.

When the court came down, the ministers were relieved, and the Holy King slowly left. The long red hair hangs behind him, and the strong color only renders a gloomy background.

The Holy King stepped on the floor paved with golden silk nanmu and walked forward, followed silently behind him by the palace people.

Every time, they passed through the cloister surrounded by still water and stopped in front of a closed palace door after several twists and turns.

The palace door opens.

Sometimes, the Holy King will go in by himself, and sometimes, he will follow a maid of honor.

When everyone saw the maid's eyes, they were full of envy and fear. Because some maids of honor were favored by the Holy King and had a title the next day, while some maids of honor... were gone.

Today, the Holy King pointed again.

The direction he pointed to was exactly between the two maids.

The two were shocked and looked at each other, so their bodies shook back and forth in a small area in front of the fingers, without saying follow-up or avoidance.

Qian Yuyi glanced and landed on the big-eyed maid on the right, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.

It must be said that the Holy King was born extremely heroic and arrogant, and he is a rare beautiful man. The maids of honor sometimes secretly looked at him, but his cold face made people dare not approach him. Even Fang Fang's budding thoughts only disappeared at the moment of germination.

At this moment, the Holy King smiled, as if the night sky was illuminated by lightning, and the stacked clouds showed a magnificent and magnificent state.

The big-eyed maid was immediately shocked and involuntarily came forward...

Qian Yuyi picked up the thin waist of the maid of honor, clasped it beside her, and laughed.

The palace door slowly closed, blocking the hatred and regretful eyes of another maid of honor.