"That woman's name is Qu Feng'er, she is from Youlan City, she is the adopted daughter of the previous king, it is said that she was given the position of county lord, and she is very popular among the elders in Youlan City." Ah Qing replied.

Gong Qianmo couldn't help frowning after hearing this, "Qu Feng'er, that is, this woman is Feng Jinglan's righteous sister." Why had she never heard of this person before, Gong Qianmo didn't know that at this time, she had already paid extra attention to everything about Feng Jinglan, but she still didn't know it.

"The county lord is right, and the news I got also said that Qu Fenger and His Royal Highness Zun Wang were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and it is said that when the previous King was alive, he intended to point Qu Fenger to His Royal Highness the Honored King." Ah Qing then said.

As soon as Ah Qing's words were finished, Gong Qianmo suddenly reached out and pinched his brows, only to feel a needle in his head, stinging.

"Okay, I already know about this, just keep an eye on it." Gong Qianmo rubbed his brows and commanded noncommittally.

Ah Qing nodded respectfully when he heard this.

The people who entered the city did not rush into the palace, but found a place to rest temporarily.

"Holy Son, we have not hidden any traces along the way, I am afraid that people from all forces have already known about it." To be honest, Chang Chop didn't understand what the purpose of Sheng Xue Ran was in doing this? Maybe the Holy Son is just betting on whether the Lord of Changle cares about the Holy Son?

Is this a wild talk?

Not to mention that the lord of Changle County is poisonous and does not know it, and he will not be emotional to anyone, in the current situation of the confrontation of the four countries, Dongsheng and Beiling cannot coexist, doesn't the Holy Son understand?

"It's okay, you just hand over a post, and I want to go to see her in person as the monarch of Dongsheng." Sheng Xue Ran commanded lightly.

Chang Chop nodded helplessly, "Yes, Holy Son." ”

After the long slash left, Sheng Xue Ran suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Holy Son, how are you?" The guards beside Sheng Xue Ran hurriedly stepped forward and said worriedly.

Sheng Xue wiped the blood stains from his mouth, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, help me up." "It's just a backlash, and he can still bear it.

The guards respectfully helped Sheng Xue into the most luxurious inn in the national capital.

And in the restaurant of this inn, Feng Jinglan stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, watching this scene.

"Lord, Sheng Xue Ran ordered someone to hand over the post and enter the palace." Xuanying bowed his head and said.

Feng Jinglan turned his head to look at Xuan Ying and ordered: "You also hand over a post, and this king will also enter the palace." "If he wants to arouse her sympathy, he will not give him this opportunity.

"Yes, my lord." Xuanying was ordered to leave.

At this time, the ghost wore a pink smoke skirt and walked in with an awkward face, and his voice was also very awkward: "Meet the Lord." ”

Feng Jinglan didn't look at her, but said coldly: "It's too loud, come again." "How can an ordinary noble lady call others so loudly.

Netherworld regretted it very much in her heart, and always felt that the Lord had the intention to harm her.

"Yes, my lord."

Feng Jinglan was very impatient when she saw the shadows, and she also knew that she had wronged this girl, but only this girl could convince her and avoid his worries.

"Meet the Lord." Netherworld tried it several times in a row, and finally made Feng Jinglan slightly satisfied.

"It's unsatisfactory, it still needs to be investigated, this time you enter the palace, you have to behave well, don't lose the face of the deity, you know?" Feng said in shock.

How dare the Netherworld not behave well, this is a huge task that the Lord has ordered her, "Please rest assured, the Netherworld will not let the Lord down." ”

"Well, from now on you are a composer, don't forget." Feng Jinglan reminded coldly.

Netherworld, no, now Qu Feng'er hurriedly responded: "Yes, Lord." ”