The sleeping palace of the Demon King Seven Evil Holy Monarchs is called the "Heavenly Palace", and like those emperors in the world, the Demon King also likes luxury.

The palace is full of green trees, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, ten steps and a pavilion, stretching for more than 300 miles, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are high pecked, and the day is isolated.

That's why it's called "leaving the sky".

"This palace is called away from the sky, the gods are difficult to reach, raise their heads three feet and three, stretch out their hands and have nowhere to climb" Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Murong Feng suddenly became poetic, and there were words in his mouth, shaking his head and chanting poems.

The eight enchantresses who followed him all clapped their hands and flattered: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Our lord is really talented and unparalleled in the world!"

Murong Feng was extremely proud, and while peeking at Ling Huqing's reaction, he fanned a jade fan into the air.

Ling Huqing almost didn't laugh out loud when she heard this, but she had always been calm, and she still bowed her head slightly: "Brother Murong is talented, and the younger brother has been taught." ”

"What a romantic genius, it's just two limericks, Dong Shi imitates the style, vassal elegance, it's really sour", Hu Yu has always been quick to talk, and he will say whatever he thinks.

"Childe, the slave maid also made a song just now" Hu Yu also learned from Murong Feng and shook his head and read it: "The mountain leaves the palace and goes upstairs, and the twilight river flows by the palace in front of the building", after chanting the poem, he also stared at Murong Feng defiantly and said: "It's ugly!"

She has been serving Ling Huqing since she was a child, and Ling Huqing sings poems every day, her ears can hear the cocoon, she has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig run away, and the two sentences of casual nonsense are much stronger than the peacock.

And in her opinion, where in this demon world is there a more elegant character than her own lady?

Murong Feng's face turned red, thinking that even this maid was so talented, let alone Ling Huqing.

In fact, he also knows how much ink he has in his stomach, and it's okay to bluff those stupid demons usually, but the problem of this person's appearance in front of him can't be changed.

"Don't be rude!" Ling Huqing scolded Hu Yu, it's better to keep a low profile outside, Hu Yu is always so competitive and competitive, it's not okay to cause trouble in vain.

Murong Feng peeked at the guy who made him embarrassed in public, but unexpectedly, Hu Yu's apricot eyes were round and big, and he was glaring at him angrily.

Murong Fengxin said that this dead girl is against me everywhere, but she doesn't look ugly, and she looks a little like one of his old people. They all love to wear green clothes, and they are all so slim and thin.

He was thinking about it, when two palace people came out and welcomed them in.

Along the way, the guards are heavily guarded, and the soap-clad samurai cover their faces with black masks, which makes people stare solemnly.

The group came to an empty hall, the floor of the hall is paved with white jade, the pillars are wrapped in gold leaf, and dragons and phoenixes are carved everywhere, which is extremely extravagant.

In the hall, the black jade tables and chairs are arranged on both sides, and there are all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, and elixir and wine on the table.

The leaders of the demon clans sat down separately, and Ling Hu Qing looked around, and the Kui Mujin and Long Liqi who he met yesterday were also among them.

Ling Huqing chose a position to sit down, and Hu Yan Hu sat behind her.

Murong Feng sat next to Ling Huqing, and the eight demon queens stood behind him, attracting many obscene glances.

"The Holy Monarch has arrived!" the palace people announced loudly, Ling Huqing didn't know what this demon king looked like, and she was a little curious in her heart, she couldn't help but look up.

Legend has it that the Seven Evil Saints have blue faces and fangs, and they are extremely fierce, if there is a child who cries at night, he will say: "The Seven Evils are coming!"

The child will be so frightened that he will quickly close his eyes and go to sleep.

It is said that it is better to see than to hear, and the man standing at the top should be the Seven Evil Saints.

Looking from afar, the posture is tall and the air is pale. He was dressed in plain white robes with a dark purple cloak on the outside.

There was a piece of green jade hanging from his waist, and his black hair was casually draped.

The most conspicuous thing is the golden mask attached to the face, which is exquisite and full of mystery.

Legend has it that no one has ever seen the true face of the Seven Evil Saints, unless they are dead.

Ling Huqing looked at this man carefully, with her eyesight, the ordinary mask was nothing at all, but when she looked at it intently, she only saw a cloud of black gas lingering behind the mask, and she couldn't tell the difference.

I think it's just that these Seven Evil Saints deliberately didn't show their true faces, and their own cultivation was not enough to see through his disguise.

"See the Holy Monarch, I wish the Holy Monarch a thousand years!" all the leaders of the demon clan stood in full gear and spoke in unison.

"All the leaders are exempt!" The voice of the Seven Evil Saint Monarchs was clear and pleasant, but it was also terrifying, and the hall was silent for a while.

At this time, Kui Muzhen walked to the middle of the hall, holding a delicate treasure box in his big fan-like hand, and saluted respectfully: "Kui Muzhen of the wolf clan presents a snow bead, wishing the holy monarch longevity and Tianqi, and blessings for ten thousand years!"

Wow, Xueluo Zhu, is this the legendary spirit of the Holy Spirit Snow Mountain? It is said that taking one can prolong life for a thousand years.

It has always been guarded by the snowy wolf clan, and it took five thousand years to produce one, which can be described as extremely precious, and the demons below turned their heads and threw envious glances at Kui Muzhen.

"General Kuimu has a heart, can your injuries heal?" the voice of the Seven Evil Saint Monarchs was unwavering.

"Back to Shengjun, the injuries of his subordinates are no longer serious, thank you Shengjun for worrying!" Kui Muzhen looked extremely moved, prostrate on the ground, and retreated after saluting.

Linghu Qingxin said that it turned out that this Kui Muzhen also participated in the "Battle of Sun Moon Mountain" back then, and he didn't know if he knew his father's situation.

Just thinking about it, a green shadow flashed in front of him, and Murong Feng, who was sitting next to him, had already floated out of the ranks.

"The Nanzhao Murong clan presents eight stunning enchantresses, wishing the Holy Monarch eternal youth and boundless blessings!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent laughter in the hall, and Hu Yu said with disdain: "It's really a dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth" After saying that, he also glanced at Hu Yan deliberately, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, sister, look at what you like.

Even Ling Huqing felt that it was too abrupt, and he didn't know what this Murong Feng wanted to do, they all said that the Demon King was moody, wasn't he afraid of angering the Seven Demon Saints?

"Murong Gongzi still acts so freely, which wins my heart" The Holy Monarch was not angry, and even his tone was much gentler and more casual than just now.

I saw Murong Feng clapping his hands, and eight enchantresses came out.

These enchantresses are all dressed in the same way, with a bright hibiscus flower on their high temples, and a green tight-fitting gauze outlining their figures to be extremely slender and extremely enchanting.

At this time, the first woman bowed down to the demon king Yingying and said: "My sisters eight pine, bamboo, plum, orchid, lotus, chrysanthemum, peach, and apricot are all music and dance trained by Murong Gongzi himself, and offer the "Green Waist Dance", just for Bo Shengjun to be happy, and wish Shengjun joy will always be there, and thousands of generations!"

The voice is tactful and soft-spoken, soft and charming, which makes people can't help but shake their hearts when they hear it.

Matsuhime plays the piano, Bamboo Ji plays Zheng, the fairy sound surrounds the beam, and the rest of the enchantresses dance with their water sleeves.

If the fairy is like a spirit, light and elegant, like a fairy descending to earth, flowing clouds, fascinating, the best thing is the hibiscus flower on everyone's chest, delicate, lifelike.

The demons were fascinated, and some of the demons stared at the chest and the slender waist that was exposed, drooling, ugly, and extremely obscene.

Ling Huqing thought to himself, fortunately, he has always shown people in men's clothes, are these men in the demon world all hungry ghosts?

At this time, there was a beautiful singing voice in my ears,

"There are beautiful women in the south of the country, and they dance with a light green waist.

The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying.

Dancing like an orchid, like a swimming dragon.

The low back lotus breaks the waves, and the snow is messy and windy.

When you fall, you look forward to it, and you want to empty it.

Wei Qiu couldn't catch it, so he flew to chase after him. ”

Murong Feng stood in the hall and shook his head, smacking his head and singing.

It was clearly a very glamorous dance, and Murong Feng's singing voice made Ling Huqing hear a thousand melancholy.

She has always studied music and rhythm deeply, and secretly observed that Murong Feng actually looked sad and had tears in her eyes.

And the Seven Evil Saints also sat quietly and listened, because through the mask, they didn't know their joy or anger.

Ling Hu Qing was puzzled, but she didn't know what it was, but she guessed that there must be some connection between this Murong Feng and the Demon King Seven Demon Holy Monarchs.

"Oh, it's a shame to be drunk like this," Hu Yu muttered quietly.

"Sister, don't talk about it, you have forgotten the teachings of the son again" Seeing that Ling Huqing didn't say much, Hu Yan couldn't help but remind his sister.

At this time, the petals of the sky poured down, red plum, white orchid, yellow chrysanthemum, pink peach, purple lotus, snow apricot, fluttering and sprinkling down, wonderful.

"The figures of the people among the flowers appear, and the petals rain fall on the clothes", even if Ling Huqing has read poetry and books in the world since he was a child, he only has this sentence at this time.

The dancing girl had already retreated, but Murong Feng was still immersed in his emotions, as if an old monk had settled down.

Ling Huqing was afraid that he would make a fool of himself in front of the Holy Monarch, so he had to secretly send a message to him: "Brother Murong, it's time to end." ”

Murong Feng hurriedly saluted the Holy Monarch as if he had just woken up from a big dream, returned to his seat, and looked at Ling Huqing with more gratitude in his eyes.