In the silence of Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan, Kou Zhong led the two to the Qinzheng Hall in the palace, and Wei Gongcheng stood in front of the palace and waited for them to arrive.

"Gonggong Wei, the last general is ordered to bring the Goryeo national teacher and the Turkic martial arts to meet Your Majesty."

"General Kou!" Gonggong Wei took Kou Zhong's hand and took two steps in the opposite direction of the temple door, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are having lunch together, why don't you bring someone in an hour."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked Fu Cailin and the two to meet immediately after they dispersed!" Kou Zhong was embarrassed.

"But Your Majesty was overly sad because of the death of the Emperor, and his appetite has not been good, today he finally had some appetizers, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince specially accompanied him to eat!"

As the apprentice of the Northern Thunder, Kou Zhong of course knew that what he cared about most was Yang Lin, the father-in-law, and he didn't want to disturb the meal between the father and son, and when he was about to leave with Fu Cailin and the others, the voice of the Northern Thunder came from the hall.

"But the two great masters of Goryeo and Turkic have arrived!"

Hearing Bei Minglei's words, Gonggong Wei hurriedly entered the hall to reply, and soon walked out again.

"Your Majesty let the Goryeo National Teacher and the Turkic Wuzun dine together!"

"General Kou is responsible for his duties, Your Majesty will not keep you, and after the meal, the old slave will send the two masters away."

Kou Zhong was ordered to leave, and when he left, he made eye contact with Fu Cailin and told him to be careful.

Fu Cailin comprehended, expressed his gratitude with his eyes, and then followed Gonggong Wei into the Qinzheng Palace.

As soon as they entered the Qinzheng Palace, Fu Cailin and the others felt a cold wind blowing, and it was very cool in the huge palace, you must know that it was the hot summer season.

Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin secretly glanced around the Qinzheng Hall and found that the huge palace was empty, and some ice cubes were placed in each of the four corners.

Each of these masters has no beard, and their temples are high and bulging, and they are the top masters of the royal internal strength at a glance, but the only role of these masters is to act as a tool to cool down the heat.

In the middle of the palace is a two-zhang long and wide dining table, which is covered with delicacies, and next to the table are four palace maids who are in charge of sandwiching the delicacies from the table into a small plate and passing them to a desk at the back.

At this time, two people, an old man and a young man, were working on official documents at the desk while eating under the service of the palace maid.

Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan's five senses were sensitive, and they smelled that the delicacies on the table were mixed with a large number of great tonic medicines, which were difficult to find in the world.

The two people who dined were naturally Yang Lin and Bei Minglei, Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan raised their heads slightly and looked at the father and son carefully.

Needless to say, Yang Lin is dressed in a dragon robe and has a golden crown on his head, although he has only been an emperor for six years, he is quite majestic as an emperor, no less than the kings of Goryeo and Turkic.

It's just that although Yang Lin's spirit is good at this time, there is some strange flushing on his face, Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan are both masters of Xinglin, and they can see at a glance that Yang Lin has reached the state of running out of oil and drying up, and at this time he is just hanging with a big supplement.

Bi Xuan's focus is still on the Northern Thunder.

Today's Beiming Lei is wearing a plain robe and a white hat, and he is wearing linen and filial piety for Yang Guang, looking extremely ordinary, but Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan dare not underestimate him.

Because the more ordinary and unfathomable the Northern Thunder is, no one believes that he is an ordinary person, and the more ordinary he is, the more it shows that he is extraordinary.

At this time, Bei Minglei was assisting Yang Lin in handling state affairs, and sometimes he would take food from the hands of the palace maid and serve Yang Lin for dinner, from his familiar actions, Fu Cailin saw respect, respect for Yang Lin.

Compared with cultivation, the Northern Darkness Thunder is far superior to Yang Lin, compared to ability, the Northern Darkness Thunder, which has accumulated thousands of years of knowledge behind it, is also better than Yang Lin, but the Northern Darkness Thunder has great respect for Yang Lin, because Yang Lin's personality is worthy of his respect.

This venerable old man, even though he was seriously ill, did not have a day off, and gave everything he had to the country and the people.

As if feeling the gaze of Fu Cailin and the others, Yang Lin raised his head, and his gaze shifted from a bunch of twists and turns to the two of them.

"Which of the two is the Goryeo national teacher, and which one is the Turkic Wuzun?"

Bi Xuan took a step forward, put his right hand into a fist on his chest, bent his waist slightly, and said to Yang Linzhi: "Under Bi Xuan, I have seen His Majesty the Great Sui Emperor."

"In Xia Fu Cailin, I have seen His Majesty the Emperor."

The arrogance of the two grandmasters did not allow them to bow down to Yang Lin, and they only bent down slightly to show respect.

"The two of you came from afar, and they have worked hard all the way, so you haven't had lunch today, so why don't you eat with me?"

Although Yang Lin was asking, he didn't give Fu Cailin a chance to refuse, the palace maid had already moved two small tables and placed them in front of the two of them, and two brand-new dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table.

"I hope you will get used to the eating habits of the Great Sui?" After Yang Lin finished speaking, he stopped entertaining Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan, and continued to bury his head in the twists and turns of the table.

The two palace maids came to Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan and served them for dinner.

This meal was eaten for an hour, and the delicacies on the table had already been cold, and there was only the sound of Yang Lin and Bei Ying Lei flipping through the folds in the entire "Qinzheng Palace".

Although the food was delicious, Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan were like chewing wax and had no appetite.

The reason why this meal lasted for an hour was because Yang Lin always put his energy into the fold, and only ate a bite of food from time to time, so it took a lot of time.

And during the whole meal, Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan didn't say a word, and Bei Minglei ignored them.

"Yawn ......" After Yang Lin was full, he sighed, and seemed to be a little tired, but he still sorted out his spirit and said to Fu Cailin:

"Two masters, is the food in the Central Plains delicious?"

"Very delicious, Your Majesty!" After the two politely answered, Bi Xuan said impatiently to Yang Lin:

"Your Majesty, I came to the Central Plains this time because the Turks have encountered an unprecedented disaster, a group of Great Qin troops who call themselves Pluto Fighters have invaded the Turks, and our monarch Khan hopes that your country can send troops to help."

Yang Lin seemed to have heard of what happened to the Turks, and Bi Xuan's words did not surprise him.

"The Turks are far away outside the Cypriots, why did you come to the Central Plains for help when your country was in trouble?" Yang Linqi said.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of your country is the only one who can compete with the Underworld Warrior!"

Bei Ying Lei said curiously: "As far as Gu knows, aren't you Turks taking refuge in the Holy Domain of Great Qin?" The Sanctuary Leo Gold Saint Seiya is also worshiped as the Golden Khan, why don't you ask him for help?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't know that the Great Qin Empire is divided, and the Holy Domain behind the Golden Khan is too busy to take care of itself, and it is powerless to help the Turks!"

"Hehe, Wuzun is honest." After Bei Minglei chuckled, he turned his head to Fu Cailin and asked.

"Why is Master Fu coming to the Central Plains?"

Fu Cailin cleared his throat, and then said, "The old man came to the Central Plains in the hope that His Majesty the Great Sui would marry Fu Junwu, the great apprentice."

"Huh?!"