Out of the full hall, only three people were still sitting peacefully.
Lingchan, Fuyaoguang, Bai Ruisong.
Bai Ruisong pondered, then he flexed his fingers, knocked on the 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 table, and the sound was clear and steady, one after another.
The old man at the head broke out in a cold sweat. He swallowed and said calmly: "If there is any, take it out!"
Bai Ruisong stood up.
He turned around, bowed his hands to Lingchan, and said in a loud voice: "Please Emperor Ji declare the decree!"
Di Ji?
The emperor of this dynasty only has a daughter! He was sent to practice under an immortal! Why are you here?
The old man smiled instead and said contemptuously: "It's really a lie. It's not enough to make up a city lord, but you also have to make up an emperor? Ridiculous!"
"I, the Imperial Concubine of the Yan Kingdom, are elegant and quiet, with a beautiful and beautiful country, and a peerless beauty... This little girl next to you has an ordinary appearance and no etiquette. How dare you pretend to be a princess?"
He looked contemptuous.
And Lingchan smiled slightly, and the expression on her face suddenly changed, becoming elegant, dignified, and showing an unattainable nobility.
The old man snorted coldly: "Are you pretending again? When His Majesty knows the news, you three liars will be severely punished!"
Lingchan untied the spell on her face.
The lips are straight, the nose is straight, and the eyes are sparkling. It is a beautiful face with clouds and temples that is the color of heaven and earth.
The beauty is gentle and subtle, and the beauty is aggressive, impacting everyone's eyes.
The old man dropped the bowl in his hand.
He looked at Lingchan carefully and found that she was wearing a soft, smokey shirt and skirt, a string of necklaces around her neck, and a hosta on her head, with her hair half pulled up.
Other than that, there are no other accessories.
If she is so plain, she must not be a princess!
He wanted to refute, wanted to rebuke angrily, but in front of Lingchan, all his complaints turned into a dry, "Girl, respect yourself."
Lingchan put one hand on the table and leaned back, looking extremely romantic and out of place.
She threw a jade pendant casually, hitting the old man's toe.
The old man lowered his head and saw the lifelike black bird on the jade pendant. This totem of the Yan Kingdom could only be worn by the royal family.
"..."
On a summer night in June, he broke out in a cold sweat and felt chilly all over his body.
Lingchan smiled and said softly: "Everyone in the hall, why don't you bring up my jade pendant?"
Can't admit it!
He gritted his teeth and was about to resist, but someone rushed up from behind him, held the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, and said respectfully: "Your Highness is welcome! The villain has eyesight but cannot see Mount Tai. If you offend, I hope the princess will forgive you!" "
He was the first dude who couldn't help but jump out to challenge Ling Chan, but was thrown out of the banquet.
Lingchan smiled.
She put away the jade pendant, handed out a scroll, and said quietly: "Read it."
Bright yellow silk with topaz as the shaft, this is the imperial edict!
After Lingchan learned about Huachun's situation, she wrote home and asked her father to complete the procedures for the city lord.
The dandy smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said: "This is the holy decree, why don't you kneel down!"
He was a sinner like everyone else, but now he has turned into an angel reading the edict...
Lingchan was sitting in the upper seat and saw the eyes of the upright people standing in the hall flying wildly, and then they knelt down as if they were competing.
There were also those who didn't want to kneel down and were forced to kneel down by the guards.
The dandy please cough and read out the imperial edict: "Hu Zhengchang, the original lord of Huachun City, is morally corrupt and unworthy of being a local governor... Bai Ruisong is now appointed as the lord of the city to take charge of the city..."
City Lord, Bai Ruisong?
Bai Ruisong tensed his jaw.
He sat upright on the table, with his shoulders straight and his back straight, his eyes dark, and no one could see the shock in his heart.
This group of guests were already at their wits' end. With just a few words, Bai Ruisong threw them all into prison and will wait for a detailed trial in the future.
Please withdraw everyone. Bai Ruisongfang frowned and asked, "Why am I the city lord?"
"Of course it's you." Lingchan said: "Neither Fuyaoguang nor I know anything about internal affairs. You have always been in charge of everything in the city. If you don't become the city lord, who will?"
She looked sideways at Fuyaoguang and said with a smile, "Do you want to be the city lord?"
Fuyaoguang shook his head.
His eyes were as clear as floating clouds and broken snow, unstained by the world, "I have no intention of these vulgar things."
Bai Ruisong was speechless.
Half rate.
He stood up, stretched out his sleeves and cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "I will live up to my trust!"
The young scribe has an elegant aura, and he has an aura when he bows down. He is not majestic, but like a calm sea with deep undercurrents underneath.
The bright light was not as bright as the stars in his eyes.
Lingchan helped him up and said with a smile: "I believe you will be a good city lord!"
Of course she would not let Fuyaoguang become the city lord, nor would she let Bai Ruisong continue to be Fuyaoguang's loyal dog.
Although she is just the lover of the Lord God, how can she just pass the love test?
Lingchan felt that Fuyaoguang, the divine king, needed a lot of experience, so she would be more troublesome and help him more.
Tool people, you should try your best to use your own light and heat!
A loyal subordinate? Get it you!
…
Lingchan wanted to go back to her room, and Bai Ruisong saw her off.
The night was cold, Bai Ruisong asked in a low voice: "Is it cold, princess?"
"Call Achan."
"Is Miss Ah Chan cold?" Bai Ruisong still added the honorific, as if this could eliminate the shame in his heart.
Lingchan reluctantly allowed him to pass and answered his question with a smile: "I'm not cold. I am a practitioner and have spiritual power to warm my body."
Bai Ruisong blushed slightly.
He held a lamp for Lingchan and sent her back to the room.
Lingchan waved goodbye to him, and when she turned around, the tail of her hair flew up and swept across the back of Bai Ruisong's hand.
The girl's door closed, Bai Ruisong stood there for a while, then turned around and returned to the main courtyard of the city lord's mansion.
The place where Fuyaoguang rests.
Knocking on the door, Fuyaoguang was still asleep.
"My lord," Bai Ruisong took a long breath and asked, "When I first met Her Royal Highness the Princess, my lord once said that there was something wrong with her body. Is she feeling better now?"
Hearing this, Fuyaoguang's eyes dimmed.
"No, but I've found the reason."
What is willing?
Bai Ruisong endured his impatience and waited for Fuyaoguang to explain.
Fuyaoguang didn't want to say more, he just said: "I have found a solution."
Bai Ruisong refused to give up. He said, "I am willing to relieve my lord's worries."
Fuyaoguang pondered for half a minute and said: "You should know that there are many disasters on the road of cultivation... This is a disaster on my road of cultivation, and it essentially has nothing to do with her."
Looking at Bai Ruisong's expression, Fuyaoguang rarely added another sentence, "Miss Wen is a good person, I will not hurt her."
Bai Ruisong's face immediately turned red.
The always eloquent counselor stumbled when he spoke, "I... thank you, Lord."
"I admire the princess very much," Bai Ruisong said, pursed his lips and smiled.
He always has a smile on his face, which makes people feel like spring breeze, but this smile is different. These joys seem to pop out from the bottom of his heart, making his whole person lively and gentle.
Even Fuyaoguang, who was so indifferent and indifferent to everything, could see how special he was to Lingchan.
Facing the smiling faces of his subordinates, Fuyaoguang couldn't explain the source of the vague depression in his heart.
This chapter has been written from eight o'clock to now... I am really speechless, why is this broken hand so slow! Even if the coding is slow, the pace is still very slow!
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