Of the full house, only three of them were still seated.

Ling Chan, Fu Shaoguang, Bai Ruisong.

Bai Ruisong groaned, he bent his fingers, knocked on a few cases, and said slowly: "How do you know that I don't have a letter of appointment from the imperial court?" ”

The finger bones were knocked on the case, and the sound was crisp and steady, and it rang again and again.

The old man at the head broke out in a cold sweat, he swallowed his saliva, and said calmly: "If there is, take it out!" ”

Bai Ruisong got up.

He turned around, bowed to Ling Chan, and said loudly: "Please Emperor Ji declare the decree!" ”

Tiji?

The emperor of this dynasty has only one daughter! He was sent to the Immortal Sect to practice! How did it end up here?

The old man laughed instead, and said contemptuously: "Sure enough, it's a lie, it's not enough to make up a city lord, but also to make up an emperor?" Amusing! ”

"I am the emperor of Yan Kingdom, elegant and quiet, the country is fragrant, and her appearance is peerless...... This little woman next to you, with a mediocre appearance and no manners, dares to pretend to be a princess? ”

He looked disdainful.

And Ling Chan smiled slightly, and the expression on her face suddenly changed, elegant, dignified, and unattainably noble.

The old man snorted coldly: "You pretend again?" When Your Majesty learns the news, he will definitely punish you three liars severely! ”

Ling Chan untied the spell on her face.

With beautiful lips and a straight nose and bright eyes, it is a cloudy sideburns face that catches the color of the world.

The gentleness and subtlety of beauty, and the aggressiveness of beauty, impact everyone's eyeballs.

The old man dropped the bowl in his hand.

He looked at Ling Chan carefully and found that she was wearing a soft smoky dress, a string of jewels around her neck, a hosta on her head, and her hair half pulled up.

Other than that, there are no more accessories.

If you are so pure, you must not be a princess!

He wanted to refute and reprimand, but in front of Ling Chan, the grumbling turned into a dry sentence, "The girl is self-respecting." ”

Ling Chan put one hand on the table, leaned back, and looked extremely amorous and unobtrusive.

She casually threw out a piece of jade pendant and smashed it on the tip of the old man's toe.

The old man lowered his head and saw the lifelike Xuanniao on the jade pendant, the totem of the Yan Kingdom, which only the royal family could wear.

“……”

On a summer night in June, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he only felt cold all over his body.

Ling Chan smiled and said softly: "People in the hall, why don't you bring my jade pendant?" ”

Can't recognize it!

He gritted his teeth and was about to resist stubbornly, but someone rushed up from behind him, held the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, and said respectfully: "Welcome Your Highness!" The villain has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and where he is offended, look at Princess Haihan! ”

It was the first one who couldn't resist jumping out to provoke Ling Chan, but was scolded by the banquet.

Ling Chan smiled.

She put away the jade pendant, gave a scroll, and said lightly: "You come to read." ”

Bright yellow silk, topaz as the axis, this is the holy decree!

After Ling Chan learned about Huachun's situation, she wrote a letter home and begged her father to complete the procedures of the city lord.

He smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The holy purpose is this, why don't you kneel!" ”

Sinners who used to be like everyone else have now become angels who read the Divine Decree......

Ling Chan sat on the top seat, saw the straight people standing in the hall with their eyes flying, and then knelt down like a game.

There were also those who did not want to kneel, and were pressed down by the guards and knelt down.

He coughed and read out the holy decree: "Hu Zhengchang, the former city lord of Huachun, is morally corrupt and unworthy of being a local governor...... Bai Ruisong is now appointed as the lord of the city, and he is in charge of the city......"

City Lord, Bai Ruisong?

Bai Ruisong tightened his jaw.

He sat upright, his shoulders straight and his back straight, his eyes dark, and no one could see the consternation in his heart.

This group of guests was already poor in donkey skills, and Bai Ruisong threw them all into the prison after a few words, and waited for a detailed trial in the coming day.

Please retreat everyone, Bai Rui Songfang frowned and asked, "Why am I the city lord?" ”

"Of course it's you." Ling Chan said: "Fu Yaoguang and I are not familiar with internal affairs, everything in the city has always been taken care of by you, who will do it if you don't become the city lord?" ”

She looked sideways at Fuyao Light on the side and said with a smile: "Do you want to be the lord of this city?" ”

Fu Shaoguang shook his head.

His eyes are as clear as clouds and broken snow, unstained with mortal dust, "I have no intention of these mundane things." ”

Bai Ruisong was dumbfounded.

Half-paid.

He got up, stretched out his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "I will live up to my trust!" ”

The young scribe, with an elegant and imposing body, also has his own momentum when he bows down, which is not majestic, but it is like a calm sea, and there is a deep undercurrent underneath.

The light shines brightly, not as bright as the stars in his eyes.

Ling Chan helped him up and said with a smile: "I believe you will be a good city lord!" ”

Of course, she will not let Fuyaoguang be the city lord, and she will not let Bai Ruisong continue to be Fuyaoguang's loyal dog.

Although she is just the love of the Divine Monarch, how can she only pass the love level?

Ling Chan felt that there were a lot of places that needed to be trained in Fuyaoguang, a god monarch, so she would be more troublesome and help him more.

Tool people, try your best to play your own light and heat!

Loyal subordinates? Bring it to you!

……

Ling Chan wanted to go back to the room, and Bai Ruisong sent it all the way.

The night was cold, and Bai Ruisong asked in a low voice, "Is the princess cold?" ”

"It's called Ah Chan."

"Is Miss Chan cold?" Briesson still added an honorific title, as if this would remove the shame in his heart.

Ling Chan reluctantly let him pass, and answered his question with a smile: "I'm not cold, I'm a cultivator, and I have spiritual power to warm up." ”

Bai Ruisong blushed slightly.

He carried the lamp for Ling Chan and sent her back to the room.

Ling Chan waved goodbye to him, and when she turned around, the ends of her hair floated briskly, sweeping the back of Bai Ruisong's hand.

The girl's door closed, Bai Ruisong stood for a while, then turned around and went back to the main courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

A resting place for the light.

knocked on the door, and Fuyaoguang really hadn't slept yet.

"Lordship," Bai Ruisong took a long breath and asked, "When I first met Her Royal Highness the Princess, the princess said that there was something wrong with her body, I wonder if she is getting better now?" ”

Hearing this, Fuyao's eyes dimmed.

"No, but I've found the reason."

What is willing?

Bai Ruisong endured the urgency and waited for Fu Yaoguang to explain.

Fu Yaoguang didn't want to say more, but said: "I have found a solution." ”

Bai Ruisong refused to give up, he said: "I am willing to relieve the worries of the Lord." ”

Fu Yaoguang groaned and said, "You should know that there are many calamities on the path of cultivation...... This is a calamity on my spiritual path, and it has nothing to do with her in essence. ”

Looking at Bai Ruisong's expression, Fu Shaoguang rarely added one more sentence, "Miss Wen is a good person, I won't hurt her." ”

Bai Ruisong's face immediately burned red.

The strategist, who has always been able to speak well, stumbled when he spoke, "I...... Thank you, Lord. ”

"I admire the princess very much, and I love it very much." Bai Ruisong said, pursing his lips and smiling.

He always has a smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, but this smile is different, these joys seem to pop out of his heart, making his whole person vivid and gentle.

Even Fu Yaoguang, who is so indifferent to the dust and indifferent to everything, can see that he is special to Ling Chan.

Facing the smiling faces of his subordinates, Fu Yaoguang couldn't tell what the vague manic depression in his heart came from.

This chapter is written from eight o'clock to the present...... I'm so speechless, why is this broken hand so slow! Even if the code word is slow, the pace is so slow!

(End of chapter)