What a domineering surname.

It seems that among the magnates of the Mexican Kingdom, there is no such person with the surname of the emperor, right?

Near noon, Emperor Wuxian's carriage came to the Protector's Mansion slowly.

The person driving the car was an ordinary servant in the manor, and the entourage Emperor Wuxian only brought Fei Yu alone.

Because he was Ling Tian's life-saving benefactor, in order to express his gratitude, Ling Jian personally waited outside the door a quarter of an hour in advance.

Seeing Emperor Wuxian's low-key carriage, Ling Jian's faintly furrowed brow completely relaxed.

When the guests arrived, Ling Jian hurriedly greeted him with a smile on Mu Jianping's face.

The curtain of the car was lifted open by the slave, and Fei Yu stepped out of it.

A pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes under the curved eyebrows, although at first glance it is a seductive male goblin, but the clear eyes are difficult to leave a bad impression.

The finest fabrics are worth a lot of money at first glance, and when worn on this person, they look inconspicuous.

The spirit is lofty, the dragon among people, this person is either rich or expensive.

This was Ling Jian's first comment when he saw Fei Yu.

If the background is clean and the eldest lady likes it, he can consider it.

The moment he saw Fei Yu, Ling Jian's brows completely relaxed, and he smiled enthusiastically: "Emperor Gongzi, you are welcome to come to the Protector's Mansion as a guest." Thank you more for saving my eldest lady, today, in the lower mansion, we will not get drunk and not return! Hahahaha......"

Fei Yu also laughed and jumped off the carriage boldly.

"General Ling, you are mistaken, my name is Fei Yu, and the emperor is the master of my family."

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Wuxian stood out of the carriage wearing a white brocade robe.

At a height of 190, when he stood up from the carriage, Ling Jian felt that the light in front of him was completely obscured.

The seemingly ordinary plain brocade robe, under the sunlight, glowed with silver streamers. Like a dreamy silver glass, faintly outline an elegant and superb bamboo ink painting.

The straight bridge of the nose is perfect, and the slender and long eyebrows have a sharp edge, like a wolf's brush sweeping from the center of his eyebrows to the sideburns, slender but powerful.

The eyes under the eyebrows are painted from the eyelashes into a narrow eye shape, and the eyebrows at the corners of the eyes are lightly raised, forming a bewitching arc, with the pair of cold-toned silver-gray eyes, like a soul-stirring demon.

The golden and clear sunlight sprinkled on his body, and he stood against the light, with a faint halo around him, as if a god had descended. The evil and delicate face disappeared with the silver flying hair, and the whole person was full of an incomprehensible temptation.

At this moment when he saw Emperor Wuxian, Ling Jian was shocked, his face changed abruptly, even if Mount Tai was on the top, his face did not change, he was calm, at the moment when he saw Emperor Wuxian, he could no longer hold back the smile on his face, a smiling face, and instantly turned pale.

Mu Jianping stood behind Ling Jian's left, supporting the general's back with his palm.

Although he didn't understand why the general was so shocked when he saw this person, he knew that if he didn't hold on to the general's backbone, at this moment, he would definitely stumble and fall to the ground.

Ling Jian's expression, Emperor Wuxian and Fei Yu both saw it, stepped out of the carriage, and Emperor Wuxian came to Ling Jian, a smile on the corner of his lips.

"General Ling, it's a good luck."

Ling Jian's gaze was so dead that he didn't have the slightest doubt that if his gaze could kill, he must have died a hundred times in such a short period of time.