The experience of all kinds of hardships and dangers, all kinds of crises of nine deaths and one life, for mortals, it is impossible to encounter them even once in a lifetime, but for Fang Ling, it is as ordinary as eating.

The improvement of the heavy cultivation and the breakthrough of the state of mind have given Fang Ling a temperament that is transcendent to mortals, and the golden pill has been completed, which has made him infected with a bit of the aura of the Dao Bone Immortal Wind.

The white clothes are fluttering, like an immortal, which implies a bit of restrained domineering, the young man looks calm, the corners of his mouth are smiling, calmly striding forward, how dashing and merry, as if walking in his own courtyard, there is no sense of restraint because of the heavy forbidden army inside and outside the hall, the Chinese military officials, or the Chu Emperor.

Fang Ling didn't let Luo Chen and the five people come in, after all, the momentum of the five people was too strong, and it was not good to frighten a group of Wenchen, as for Cao Wenzhong, this guy was originally Queen Song's henchman, and when he saw him coming just now, he actually wanted to play with his majesty and swing his driver, so he glared at him casually, which made people taste the bitterness.

Now Cao Wenzhong is far behind, still having palpitations.

Seeing Fang Ling's amazing momentum, Xue Zhiqiu and the others were very pleased, Zhidao did not see the wrong person, and this growth had greatly exceeded expectations.

Prince Fang Ce was stunned, four years ago, on the day of the wedding, he had already seen Fang Ling's extraordinary courage, and he had always been angry about him stealing his limelight.

Before he saw Fang Ling, he had always thought that he had been better in temperament after the baptism of war in the Eight Kings Rebellion, but now that he saw Fang Ling again, he suddenly found that he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, as if those eyes had a kind of magic power, which could see through all his thoughts.

Empress Song and Cui Yixuan and other ordinary courtiers were even more surprised, they didn't expect Fang Ling to have such a temperament four years later, that kingly posture has been fully revealed, and compared with him, Fang Ce is even worse than Fang Ling in terms of momentum.

The most shocked is Fang Hongtian, from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't like Fang Ling, because when he sees him, he can't help but think of Su Guifei who betrayed him, because of the depth of love, so hateful, this unforgettable pain is hard to forget even if he dies.

But even so, he had to admit that his eldest son had extraordinary and outstanding talents, after all, he had a very important contribution to quelling the Eight Kings Rebellion, but none of this was as good as the moment he saw Fang Ling just now.

How calm and chic it was, how imposing it was, that kingly style even he couldn't help but secretly admire, if it weren't for thinking of Su Guifei, I was afraid that he would also praise him.

At this moment, Fang Ling slowly knelt down and arched his hand and said, "Erchen greets his father, the queen, and His Royal Highness the prince." ”

Immediately afterwards, the envoy of the Qin State who came in with Fang Ling also walked up, bowed his body and said: "The envoy of the Qin State, Qin Baisheng, the Duke of Liao, pays a visit to the Emperor of Chu. ”

As soon as the six words of Qin Baisheng, the Duke of Liao, came out, the ministers of the Nantian Hall were suddenly taken aback, and Fang Hongtian couldn't help but light up his eyes, and blurted out: "You are the Duke of Liaoguo of Qin?"

Qin Baisheng was thirty-five or sixteen years old, slightly chubby, with a kind face, but with a pair of deep and inscrutable eyes, he smiled slightly: "Back to the Chu Emperor, the envoy is exact." ”