In the splendid palace, the surrounding buildings with dragon carvings and phoenix columns all show the dignity and majesty of the emperor, and claim to hold out the holy power of the current emperor of the Han Kingdom, Emperor Tianjing.

In the imperial study, Emperor Tianjing sat majestically on the dragon chair, wearing a golden and hideous dragon robe to show the emperor's face.

Emperor Tianjing, who is nearly eighty years old, is like a middle-aged man, his eyebrows are like knives, his eyes are like stars, his blood is majestic, and his hair is like ink.

Tianjing Emperor Mo Xiuyang, a strong man who once shocked a hundred countries, was the emperor who established the Great Han Kingdom. His majesty cannot be questioned in the Great Han Kingdom, his domineering spirit swept the entire dynasty, and his words and deeds can shatter mountains and rivers, and turn the sun and moon upside down.

He is the unique monarch of the Han Kingdom, Mo Xiuyang, the Emperor of Tianjing.

Xiao Lin stepped into the imperial study and glanced at the current monarch sitting on the dragon chair.

The eunuch who led Xiao Lin in immediately prostrated on the ground, kowtowed tremblingly and shouted, "The slave greets the king." ”

Tianjing Emperor Mo Xiuyang stared at Xiao Lin contemplatively, ignoring the eunuchs and eunuchs who were prostrate on the ground, and Xiao Lin also stared at Mo Xiuyang sitting on the golden eagle dragon chair silently.

At a glance, it seems that a thousand years have passed. The clouds rolled and the clouds dispersed, the flowers bloomed and fell, and the two looked at each other quietly, forgetting the time.

The room was quiet, and it was extremely silent.

"Xiao family, Xiao Lin, see your lord. ”

Xiao Lin broke the silence of the imperial study, and bowed slightly to Mo Xiuyang, who was seated on the dragon chair.

Seeing this, Mo Xiuyang's eyelids raised slightly quietly, as if his heartstrings fluctuated because of Xiao Lin's calm and unhurried bearing, and it seemed that Xiao Lin was unhappy in his heart because he only bowed down and hugged his fists but did not bow down.

"Presumptuous! Don't you hurry up and kowtow when you see the king!"

Before Mo Xiuyang, who had a handsome and solemn face, could speak, a gray-haired eunuch standing in the imperial study reprimanded.

Xiao Lin was silent, still bowing like this, his eyes slightly raised to look at the taciturn and majestic Mo Xiuyang on the dragon chair.

In his previous life, he was the peak powerhouse of the Tianyuan Realm, looking down on the world, once stepping on the ancient country, and also staining the universe with blood, and even rebelling against the way of heaven.

In this life, he is Xiao Lin of the Xiao family, and he is also a strong man who was arrogant in the world in the past.

Xiao Lin can bow down to Old Man Xiao, because that is his own grandfather who protects him and raises him in this life, and Xiao Lin can bow to Xiao Sheng, because it is his second uncle who spoils him and protects him in this life.

In addition, in the land of a hundred countries, no one can afford to bow to him Xiao Lin. Because, this is Xiao Lin's Dao Heart, the Dao Heart of a powerhouse who has reached the peak of the Tianyuan Realm.

If he fell to his knees in the face of the Great Han monarch today, then Xiao Lin's Dao heart would be damaged, and it would definitely be difficult for him to return to the peak of his previous life in the future.

Emperor Tianjing, Mo Xiuyang, was not qualified to let him kneel down and salute. Even if he provoked the wrath of his holy face because of this, Xiao Lin would never disobey his Dao heart and the dignity of a strong man in the depths of his soul.

What's more, Xiao Lin was able to bow down and salute with his fists, which was already respectful.

It's just that Xiao Lin's arrogance and Lingyun can only be understood by himself, how can others understand?

"Okay, those who don't know are not guilty, you all stand down!" After a while, Mo Xiuyang slowly opened his thin dark lips and issued a verbal message that made the hearts of all the eunuchs tremble.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The eunuchs in the imperial study saluted in unison, and then left the imperial study.

In the blink of an eye, only the Tianjing Emperor Mo Xiuyang who was sitting on the dragon chair and Xiao Lin who looked calm and calm were left in the imperial study.

"Excuse me!" Mo Xiuyang stared at Xiao Lin for a moment, and then said softly and solemnly.

Mo Xiuyang has been able to dominate the Great Han Kingdom for dozens of years, and his means are extraordinary, how could he care about a dispensable bow ceremony? The important thing is that this is the first time he has looked at the famous prince of the Xiao family in the capital, and he is slightly interested.

"Thank you. Xiao Lin put down his arched hands without being humble or arrogant, and slowly straightened his waist and looked at Mo Xiuyang.

Just at this glance, Mo Xiuyang left the waste of the Xiao family that the world talked about.

Can you be so calm and unhurried in the face of the gentleman who came out of the sea of corpses and blood?

Can a useless loser stand motionless in the face of a burst of imperial power, while the old god is there?

What surprised Mo Xiuyang the most in his heart was that Xiao Lin didn't even have a trace of panic when facing his mighty imperial power and sharp aura. Yes, not at all, not even a wisp of cold sweat.

For so many years, even when he was a second-rank minister of the dynasty, or some powerhouses in the Xuanyuan Realm, he would be moved when facing Mo Xiuyang, who exuded a raging imperial might.

However, Xiao Lin didn't react at all, as if everything was like a fiction, and he couldn't make any waves at all.

This is the rumored waste son of the Xiao family who can't practice?

Mo Xiuyang frowned silently, a wisp of complicated emotions surged in his heart, and he looked at Xiao Lin and muttered to himself in his heart: "Xiao family, is there any waste? Xiao Lao, who fought the world with Lonely in the past, to the general and the iron-blooded general, which one is not a peerless person." ”

"Xiao Lin, what the world calls the useless Third Ancestor, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Mo Xiuyang thought about it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flash an imperceptible smile of deep meaning.

Time flowed through his fingers minute by minute, Mo Xiuyang did not speak, and Xiao Lin did not speak.

If it were replaced by a person outside the order who was in Xiao Lin's position, I am afraid that even a minister in the current dynasty would kneel on the ground in a cold sweat because of the continuous erosion of the emperor's authority.

However, Xiao Lin had seen the Shengwei Emperor Yan, who was a hundred times stronger than Mo Xiuyang, and had also seen the earth-shattering scene. At this moment, even if his cultivation is low in this life, he will not be shaken by the imperial power exuded by Mo Xiuyang.

"You, is the son of the Xiao family, the son of Xiao Jun, Xiao Lin?" Finally, Mo Xiuyang spoke again, and he looked at Xiao Lin without the slightest concealment.

"Yes. Xiao Lin nodded and replied, with a calm and calm expression, without the slightest respect in his words.

Looking at Xiao Lin's indifferent expression, Mo Xiuyang narrowed his hollow eyes slightly, and said majestically: "Do you know why you entered the palace by Gu Xuan?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I think it should be the marriage between the Xiao family and the Liu family. Xiao Lin stood in the center of the imperial study, as if he was a little out of place, but he seemed arrogant.

"It is rumored that the son of the Xiao family is a rare waste in a hundred years, and he is alone today, but it is the opposite of the rumors. Lone is a little curious, I wonder if you can solve Lone's doubts?"

After a long time, Mo Xiuyang, who was originally as deep as the sea, suddenly raised his eyes, and a domineering aura that swept the imperial city burst out from his body, heading straight for Xiao Lin.