Xiling Palace

Clear water jade steps, a pool of autumn water like a woman, with a little golden light, looming, quietly flowing in the inner courtyard of this deep palace.

The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves fall on the pond, swirling from time to time.

A beautiful figure by the pool was reflected in the water, and the woman's beautiful face was full of smiles.

"Yueyue~~~Let's go~~~" Qingling's voice is like a child's innocence.

The woman behind her was dressed in red, with a bit of enchantment between her eyebrows, and she saw her chin slightly.

"Brother Wang~~~" The woman's eyes gave off a glimmer of light, raised her voice, and her red face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Following the direction of the woman's direction, I saw that in front of me, the man was dressed in a golden dress, wearing a purple hairband, silver hair pulled up, delicate facial features, sharp edges and corners, a pair of phoenix eyes seemed to have a soul-taking charm, which made people deeply confused.

The man waved his hand, followed by several guards, and then stopped and turned his back in a neat manner.

"Brother Wang~~~ (Meet the king.) The two of them saluted Feng Yihan one after another.

"Well," replied indifferently, "Is everything arranged?" Feng Yihan's eyes fell on the calm of the pool, and his voice was not low or high, but not exposed.

"King Qiqi, it has been arranged. You're ready to go. Qin Yue stepped forward to report, and the corner of his eye glanced at the figure of the king in front of him, he had an indescribable aura.

"Brother Wang's promise to Ye'er, don't forget it~~~" Feng Yeyu raised his eyebrows playfully, and the light in his eyes shot straight at Feng Yihan, even if he knew that he was still indifferent.

"Let's go. His eyes directly ignored Feng Yeyu's blazing eyes on the side, and landed directly on Qin's expressionless face.

"Yes. The calm voice did not rise or fall without a hint of undulation. Then he disappeared in front of him with Feng Yeyu.

Feng Yihan looked at the calm of a pool, the phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, the breeze blew, and the ripples of a pool appeared, and the maple leaves on the trees slowly fell, crossing a graceful curve, and finally fell on the surface of the water. Layers of water rippled.

Picking up a small pebble on the ground and throwing it into the water in a graceful parabola, it was originally a pool of golden and calm autumn water, but because of a small pebble, a thousand waves swelled.

Feng Yi's cold and solemn appearance, not half moved, looking at the calm of the pool being broken, no one can see through the depth of his eyes...

"Yueyue~~~ What's going on???" Feng Yeyu opened her mouth in surprise, her face full of doubts.

Surprise indeed. In front of the Xiling Palace, there were columns of soldiers in armor, they were all soldiers of Xiling, their serious faces looked a little heroic in the daylight, and their burly bodies carried the masculinity of men.

A person walked slowly in the distance, and his face was unclear in a military uniform, but when he slowly approached, he could see the face of the person who came.

There is a hint of chill under the appearance of a warm jade, maybe it is a military uniform that shows a temperament that does not match him, but it can't hide his handsome and delicate face in any way, he is the first general of Xiling: Murong He.

I heard a voice, "Greetings to the king, greetings to the princess!" The man in front of him knelt on one knee, the sword in his left hand was already on the ground, and his hands were clenched into fists.

I don't know when, Feng Yihan has already appeared behind Feng Yeyu.

Listening to his loud voice, the soldiers in front of the palace all put down their weapons in unison, and their movements were unisonantly amazing.

The soldiers knelt down one after another, shouting in unison, "Meet the king, meet the princess!" The voice had the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, making people inexplicably excited.

"Get up!" Feng Yi stood on top of the city tower, his voice raised and his courage was impressive. Dressed in a golden suit, he resolutely stood in front of thousands of soldiers, his beauty, his elegance, and his kingly demeanor were fully displayed.

The man who knelt down in front of him picked up his sword and stood solemnly.

The soldiers got up, picked up their weapons on the ground again, and looked up at the king who could lead them to success, and their hearts were already surging with themselves.

Feng Yeyu on the side relieved himself from his surprise. She looked at her royal brother, looked at the group of warriors below, and a fierce color appeared in her eyes.