She's not sick in the first place? It's just that the dragon poison erodes the body, and it is a little weak.

"In this case, Prince Yin, please follow this king into the palace, the saint has already arranged a palace banquet for the prince to catch the wind and wash the dust." Nan Wuqing said boldly.

Mo Gongyin only felt dazzling.

Catch the wind and wash the dust?

Spy yourself like a prisoner? And make a living bodhisattva's demeanor? It's disgusting.

"There is King Lao Qing." Mo Gongyin was very unhappy and despised in his heart, but he smiled very politely on his face.

Nan Wuqing wanted to embarrass her in front of everyone and embarrass her, seeing her so respectful, she couldn't find fault with her, and she couldn't raise any interest, so she had to give up, turned around and walked towards her carriage, and Hao Hao Tang set off towards the palace.

Seeing Nan Wuqing get into the carriage, Mo Gongyin turned around leisurely and walked towards the carriage, and as soon as he sat down, a mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"Ah, Your Highness." Tan Yuan screamed in fright, helped Mo Gongyin to lie on the couch, and quickly poured a glass of water for her to rinse.

"Don't make a noise." Mo Gongyin lay down and looked weakly at Tan Yuan, who was crying and red-eyed, and chuckled; "Don't worry, your Royal Highness can't die yet, if it weren't for the dragon poison in his body, King Nanqing wouldn't be able to hurt the palace at all."

Seeing that her face was pale, Tan Yuan was worried, "Your Highness, is it really okay?" That man was so fierce just now? His eyes are like he wants to skin you alive, and he will live here for seven years in the future, how will he live this life? "It's scary to think about.

Listening to what she said, to put it nicely, is to live for seven years? To put it mildly, captivity.

Mo Gongyin pursed his lips and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth; "Live as you please." Breathe slowly and let the pain in your chest gradually subside.

She won't do nothing, sit back and wait to be imprisoned, seven years to the end, and won't she be worse than dead?

She's committed here just to regain what she lost.

In these seven years, she will revitalize her country, recover the four countries, so that the people will no longer suffer from war, and let the world know how absurd that prophecy is.

She watched Tan Yuan stay by her side, and her heart was much more steady, at least there was this girl by her side to take care of her.

After walking for some time, the carriage stopped, and Zhan Shu opened the curtain, and his voice was much gentler; "Your Highness, the palace has arrived."

Mo Gongyin nodded, and Tan Yuan helped him get out of the carriage.

Look up and see, just look at a gorgeous and magnificent palace, the plaque hanging at the door is engraved with a few huge words, majestic and public, "Qianqing Palace", it turns out that they have entered the palace.

Nan Wuqing stood at the gate of the palace, and in addition to her, there were also some court ministers, all standing in two rows and getting out of the way. They all stretched out their heads to look at her, with inquiry, doubt, and even envy in their eyes.

With her vision, Mo Gongyin doesn't care anymore, her upside-down, elegant and charming face is indeed flawless.

The black-clothed guards brought from Mexico could not enter the palace, and could only arrange to go to the post station in the city.

The people who can accompany her into the palace are Zhan Shu and Tan Yuan.

She is just a proton of the defeated country, and she should not have been greeted by such courtiers, let alone arranged for palace reception. As for this arrangement, she was a little confused, and she didn't know what the Nanjing Emperor was thinking.

However, she is not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do, for Nancheng Xun, the emperor, she has heard a lot of people talk about it, although she lost to him and became the proton of another country, she is also convinced, at least there are very few people with his courage. The person who had heard of the mythical character, she was also curious and wanted to meet him.

Although Nan Wuqing is the prince of the previous dynasty, he is well known for his ambition.

Mo Gongyin still had a sickly face, smiling like a spring breeze, wearing a black robe fluttering and swinging, exuding a noble temperament. The pace of walking out was also slow and powerful, without anyone's support, and walked in front of Nan Wuqing as steadily as Mount Tai.

"Lord Qing, I've been waiting for a long time." He bowed politely, glanced at the courtier lightly, and then turned his gaze away and said no more.

Nan Wuqing's face was gloomy, but he still barely pulled out a mocking smile; "The prince is sick, so it's okay to slow down." As he spoke, he stepped into the Qianqing Palace.

"Prince, please."

"Prince Yin, is there any discomfort when you first come to Nanjing?"

Courtier, you greeted Mo Gongyin one by one, she didn't answer, she smiled faintly on her face, and walked into the hall.

In the Qianqing Palace, except for the main seat, the other seats are led by the consul and father-in-law, and the delicacies on the table are also served by the palace maids one by one.

After Mo Gongyin sat down, no one outside said anything to her, and there were courtiers talking around her, although the voice was not loud, she could hear it clearly.

"The emperor has arrived."

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded high outside the hall, and after hearing the sound, everyone sitting there got up one after another and bowed to themselves.

Mo Gongyin also got up and stood up straight, his dark eyes looked at the door of the hall, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, a tall and straight figure slowly walked in, the yellow crown was tied with black hair, the dark eyebrows were like carvings, lifelike, the face was like a handsome jade, excellent demeanor, the indifferent and cold face was emotionless, and the body exuded a trace of the king's aura that could not be forced.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Nancheng Xun walked into the hall and the courtiers bowed in unison.

Mo Gongyin stood upright, silent, and when Nan Chengxun walked past her, he didn't give her a superfluous look. But the feeling of oppression exuded by his body made her heart tremble.

"The Qing's family is flat." Nancheng Xun sat on the main seat, raised his hand, and his tone was extremely cold, but his voice was pleasant.

The courtiers got up and sat down, waiting for the indifferent emperor to speak.

Mo Gongyin turned around slowly, lowered his head and said neither humbly nor arrogantly; "Mo Guo's proton Mo Gongyin see Nandi."

Although I hate to have too much contact with this person, there should be no less etiquette.

Nancheng Xun sat firmly on the dragon chair, his cold eyes shifted to her slightly, and the heavy sense of oppression made Mo Gongyin's hand clench in the cuffs.

"Prince Yin doesn't have to be restrained, although it is a proton, I treat him with courtesy."

Mo Gongyin raised his head and looked at Nan Chengxun, smiling lightly; "Emperor Xie Nan, Gong Yin brought the Zhenguo Dragon Ball from the Mo Kingdom, and paid special tribute to your country."

There are five dragon balls, and all four countries have Zhenguo dragon balls, one of which is in the dragon clan, and having five dragon balls is the ruler of the four countries.

So, what does it mean for Mexico to give this Dragon Ball? Mexico has compromised.

Hearing about the gift of the dragon balls, all the ministers looked at her with their heads held high, eager to feast the eyes of the dragon balls.

After Mo Gongyin's words were finished, Tan Yuan slowly walked in front of her with a black brocade box in her hand, bent over, and held the brocade box high.

The slender jade hand took the brocade box in Tan Yuan's hand, took two steps forward, walked to the middle of the hall, raised his head and looked at the cold man on the main seat, and said respectfully: "Southern Emperor, this is the dragon purple Yanzhu that the Mo Kingdom paid tribute to." After that, he opened the lid of the box, and in an instant, a purple light shone brightly, shining on the entire palace, and the dragon purple face bead in the box was lifelike, like a divine bead injected with a soul, flashing with purple light and shadow.

Seeing this pearl, Nan Wuqing couldn't sit still at all, his cold face instantly turned gloomy, and he was surging in his heart against the shining dragon ball, and he couldn't wait to jump up and grab it with one hand.