Jin Hong rang the bell and stepped on the feather to return, and the ministers in the palace looked out of the hall almost at the same time, and the figure not far away was becoming clearer and clearer along the steps.

The appearance of the immortal, unparalleled bearing, a black trimmed collared large-sleeved robe, a crimson dark flower cloak, he did not tie his hair, but tied a waist-length streamer, he walked step by step, no one followed behind him, but it seemed that there were thousands of troops and horses waiting for him, this dome palace was magnanimous and magnificent, and it was actually a life that made this Jimo Qing and the firmness and compassion between his eyebrows suppress the power of three points.

"Lord Zuo, what is this?"

Song Wenquan whispered, and the ministers came back to their senses and exchanged their heads one after another.

At that moment, the herald stepped out of the stairs.

"The king has arrived!"

The ministers immediately stood in line.

"King Wan'an!"

Ji Xin was dressed in a long skirt with a long skirt of mopping the floor, the wide hem was embroidered with the delicate royal seal of Haotian, the arms were covered with smoke brocade, and the black hair was hairpinned with a swaying golden phoenix tassel, which made the skin look like snow and beauty.

She glanced at the courtiers who were saluting, and sat on the throne with an expressionless face, a pair of white jade-like hands on her knees, without saying a word.

When the ministers saw that the king had not spoken for a long time, they did not dare to raise their heads, so they all kept bowing.

Ji Xin just looked at Jimo Qinghe standing at the foot of the steps, since that day after the coma to now, she has not seen Jimo Qinghe, nor has she summoned him, he does not like dark colors, and rarely wears it, today the black robe goes to the temple, but there is no crown......

Ji Xin looked at him for a long time, and Mo Qinghe seemed to sense her gaze and raised his eyes to look at her.

"Minister, the great rebellion is against the king's grace, I implore the king to punish him!"

In the silence, Ji Mo Qinghe opened his mouth. Ji Xin squinted his eyes, he admitted his mistakes, but he was still as noble and holy as before, as if even his mistakes were unparalleled virtues.

"Let's all be flat."

Ji Xian ignored Jimo Qinghe and said lightly.

The ministers all straightened up, but none of them dared to say the first word.

Ji Mo Qinghe's face showed a moment of complexity, and then he seemed relieved, he raised his hand to untie his cloak, the cloak fell to the ground, and Ji Mo Qinghe was surrounded by a coiled long whip behind him.

He untied his long whip and knelt down to present it.

"The minister wanted to tie the whip to the palace, but it violated the palace etiquette system to expose the weapon in the court, and the minister covered it with a cloak.

Ji Xin looked at Jimo Qinghe, who was kneeling with a long whip, and asked loudly.

"Who wants to be flogged?"

Everyone in the court looked at each other, this is the left minister, or the unequaled son, this, this blatant whipping, who would dare......

The salary is half cunning.

"In that case......

The words just came out.

"The minister is willing!"

Mo Liangjun rolled up his sleeves and stood up.

Futu glanced at him and held his forehead, hey, this old man is really ...... It's too eye-catching......

Ji Xian's face froze.

"Mo Qing, don't worry, before that, this king still needs to call two people to the palace."

"Someone ...... coming"

She beckoned the herald to come forward, and the herald immediately took the order and left, and it didn't take long for him to leave.

"Heze Guard-Ling Yin, Ling Yang has arrived!"

Both of them were soldiers dressed up in the palace.

"Ling Yin."

"Lingyang."

"Knock on the king, the king is safe!"

Ji Xin waved his hand.

"Get up."

"Minister, don't dare to get up, the minister sent troops without authorization, the crime is heavy, and he is ashamed of the king!"

Ling Yin bowed his head and arched his hand.

"How is Old General Ling Qingyan?"

Ji Xin suddenly asked an irrelevant sentence.

Ling Yin was stunned for a moment, and then replied stubbornly.

"My father is all right."

Ling Qingyan is a veteran of Haotian, who has been guarding the border for many years and is famous and loyal, and is quite admired by the ministers of the DPRK and China, and now Ling Yin has made it clear that he is the son of Ling Qingyan, and the eyes of everyone present have changed when they look at the two.

"This time, the king was almost held hostage by the gangsters, and the king of Heze has merit."

Salary opening.

"But merit does not mean that there is no fault, no tiger Fu Ming recalled the capital, although it did not enter the royal capital, but it also caused panic among our Haotian officials, how do you think this matter should be solved?"