Ling Feng was reluctant to say it, and Zixian, who was an aunt, naturally would not be forced.

Soon, the two of them came to the outside of the imperial study.

"County Lord, the emperor has an order to summon only one of the Nine Emperor Princes."

As soon as she arrived at the door, Zixian was stopped.

"You are bold ......"

"Auntie, I'll just go in by myself, please help me take care of Yan'er!"

Ling Feng ignored Zixian's face, interrupted her words, and stuffed Zhu Yan into her aunt's arms.

"I have something to do, you stay here with your aunt first and don't run around, okay?"

Zhu Yan nodded.

"Good!"

Ling Feng rubbed Zhu Yan's head, then stood up, glanced at Zixian, hesitated for a while, still didn't say anything, and walked in directly.

Click, the mahogany door was opened and closed again.

"You're back? cough cough cough ......"

In the empty room, only a year-old man sat on the couch, gray hair, gray beard, but wearing a yellow dragon robe, with a heavy crown, the face that had been through the vicissitudes of life was pressed down, but just after saying a word, he began to cough.

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with struggle, but he still stepped forward, lifted his robe, and fell to his knees

"See Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"You... cough cough cough..."Before the words were finished, the emperor began to cough again, and after a while, he eased up, looked at the people who were still kneeling on the ground, and sighed

"Let's be flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Ling Feng saluted and stood up, standing below in a proper manner.

When the old emperor saw this, he was angry and regretful in his heart, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"How have you been doing all these years?"

The old man's voice came, and Ling Feng's heart still trembled.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's good."

It's really good, he's been doing well since he left him, out of this place of deceit.

"You're still complaining, aren't you?" Since Ling Feng entered the palace, he had never called himself a son, and he had never called him a father, could it be that the father-son relationship between the two of them was really unfamiliar to this point?

"Don't dare!" Ling Feng said lightly.

Back then, from the first day he was brought into Zixi Peak by his master, the master had told him.

From now on, the red dust is broken, and goodbye is all reincarnation.

Who is reincarnated, and can still remember the grievances and hatreds of the previous life?

"What don't you dare!" The old emperor suddenly became angry, pushed all the twists and turns in front of him to the ground, and he was unstable and fell from the collapse.

"Your Majesty?"

Seeing this, Ling Feng anxiously stepped forward to help him up, but was stopped by an old hand.

"Without your help, I can get up!"

"But!"

"Stand down!"

The old emperor refused, insisted on his opinion, insisted on holding on to the bed, moved it little by little, and spent half a day of effort before sitting on it.

Seeing that the emperor was fine, Ling Feng wanted to go down, but he was suddenly pulled by the people behind him, and sat directly on top of the dragon collapse

"Sit down!"

"The grass people don't dare!"

Ling Feng reacted and fell directly to his knees.

The seat of the Son of Heaven, how can he defile?

"Grass people?" The old emperor's eyes were full of sadness, "You are my son, how can you call yourself a grass people?" ”

The old emperor slapped the table and coughed constantly, obviously angry.

"Your Majesty is angry."

He had a lot to say, but when he saw that the person who was always on top in the past suddenly grew old like this, he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth.

"Come up." The old emperor took a few big breaths, then patted the seat next to him and motioned for Ling Feng to sit down.