"Does Your Majesty know what you're doing?" I don't know how long it took, Feng Weiyu slowly spoke.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Nan Mohao, word by word, and the warm but warm voice came into the ears of every soldier and the people in the mansion very clearly, "Nan Mohao, do you think that without me, you can cover the sky with one hand?" ”

Nan Mohao didn't speak, looking at him with a bone-eating chill in his eyes.

After a long time, he raised his right hand and waved, "Take it!" ”

"Yes!"

There was a sudden sound of weapons rubbing against armor, and the cries of women followed.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion was full of rumors, and the mountains collapsed into chaos.

"Your Majesty has arrived—"

The shrill and high-pitched voice of the chamberlain came, like a sudden thunder in the dark night, burrowing into everyone's eardrums.

After the thunder, there was deathly silence.

Everyone stopped, and the air slowly condensed into frost.

Nan Mohao's expression suddenly stiffened, and he turned around slowly, and his cold eyes, which had no emotion, crossed a suppressed and tense light.

The corners of the lips are trimmed into a straight line.

His hand, unconsciously clenched the saber at his waist, so strong that he could see his knuckles white.

The corners of Feng Weiyu's lips slowly raised a smile, and she breathed a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly, her clenched five fingers loosened little by little, and her palms were wet with sweat.

In the wide courtyard, countless pairs of eyes stared at the direction from which the sound came from.

Soon, footsteps followed.

Wearing a well-fitting bright yellow dragon robe, a slender and slender girl slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Under the bright light, the girl's appearance is peerless, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows is dazzling, reflecting everyone's eyes, pouring out a peerless and noble elegance.

She walked step by step, like a beautiful night elf, with a peerless and noble appearance that people did not dare to blaspheme.

All the Praetorian Guards unconsciously lowered their eyes and held their breath.

No one spoke, the silence was as quiet as snow, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

The girl's eyes were clear, and she swept past the tense battle in front of her, and her indifferent face did not show emotional fluctuations.

Suddenly, a voice that was so calm that there was no emotion slowly sounded: "What happened?" ”

It sounded like a very simple inquiry, but it undoubtedly told everyone present that Her Majesty was not aware of what was happening tonight.

No one in the Praetorian Guard answered, and the others did not dare to speak freely.

The dead silence lasted for a few more moments.

Nan Mohao looked at the girl in front of him quietly, and the luster under her cold and hard eyes gradually disappeared, and finally turned into an empty and emotionless barrenness.

In the next moment, this man, who was as tall as a loose and cold heart, as if he would not bend his back at any time, slowly lowered his eyes and let go of the hand holding the sword.

Kneeling on one knee, he bent his arrogant back little by little, "Minister, long live my emperor." ”

As his words fell, all the Praetorian Guards present knelt down and bowed to the Son of Heaven: "Long live my emperor!" Hooray, hooray, hooray! ”

The sound shook the sky, as if it was about to break through the clouds and reach the sky.

Among the thousands of people bowing down, the young prime minister stood not far away, his eyes quietly staring at the girl who came in full costume, and his face was as warm as jade.

Suddenly, he also elegantly lifted his robe and knelt down: "Your Majesty, long live my emperor." ”