"Weakness is only temporary. But King Jin is the most talented and intelligent of the 12 princes. In time, King Jin will definitely be able to surpass Ling Er. ”

Emperor Qianzhong sneered: "In that case, then whatever." King Jin handed it over to Ling Er to dispose of. ”

"This king is a man, not an object, and he is not something you say to dispose of. Even if this king dies, he will never have anything to do with this woman. Not to mention 10,000 years, even if it is 100,000 years, millions of years, even if it is reincarnation, this king will never like a disgusting woman like you. ”

The courtiers and princes let out another sound of inhalation.

They didn't understand why King Jin would reject the county lord of Yunpin so much. Everyone thinks that this county lord is simply a rare treasure!

Feng Yun was almost disgusted to death in his heart, and said to Emperor Qianzhong: "Father will either kill his sons today, or let his sons leave." In short, Erchen will never like this woman, let alone marry her. ”

"Do you really think I won't kill you? If it weren't for the emperor and Ling Er stopping me, do you think you would still have a chance to speak at this moment? ”

"Then you will kill your son! Being coerced by two women, what kind of Emperor of Central Continent are you? ”

"Shhhh

At this moment, the sound of everyone gasping directly overshadowed all the sounds.

Everyone thinks this Jin King is simply crazy.

Bei Xuanmo touched his nose and sighed.

I used to think that in front of Emperor Qianzhong, if I didn't pay attention to it, I might die. Death is the easiest thing to do in Middle-earth. But for Master Mao, in order to die once in public, is it not easy?

However, even if he was provoked like this, Emperor Qianzhong did not kill Fengyun.

"Because, I have already given you to Ling'er. From today on, you will be Ling'er's person. Let you go, or imprison you, or kill you, I don't care anymore. ”

After saying that, Emperor Qianzhong turned around, did not forget to take the hand of the illusion, and slowly re-entered the position on the high platform.

"Uncle, aunt, King Jin is seriously injured, and Ling Er is going back to the house to treat King Jin's injuries, so he won't attend the banquet."

"It's not a big injury, I'm still measured."

However, the phantom on the side said, "Holy Monarch, let her go down." When you look at her like this, your mind is obviously not at the banquet. King Jin was injured like this, she must have been distressed. ”

Emperor Qianzhong didn't speak again, and the phantom smiled and said, "Ling'er, you go down." Take King Jin back to the house to treat her injuries. ”

"Yes."

After Feng Ling bowed down to salute, the maids outside the hall immediately flew into the hall when they saw this. The two maids, one on the left and one on the right, were bending down to help Feng Yun up, when they heard Feng Ling's scolding.

"Stop!"

The two maids were instantly frightened to one side and immediately knelt on the ground.

"From now on, King Jin is Miss Ben's person, and everything about King Jin will be served by Miss Ben herself, understand?"

"Yes." The two maids trembled and immediately kowtowed.

With that, Feng Ling leaned down and prepared to help Feng Yun up.

However, his hand hadn't touched Feng Yun yet, and Feng Yun didn't know where the strength came from, so he pulled out the sword at his waist and waved it at Feng Ling, his voice was as cold as ice slag: "Get out!" ”

A sword swung by a seriously injured Qingling Emperor martial artist was no different from tickling to Feng Ling. She didn't even dodge, and let the sword qi slash at herself. The white glass brocade was still elegant, and Feng Yun's sword qi didn't hurt her, not to mention that it didn't even cut the corners of her clothes.