Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"Every royal woman's canonization document will have a moon-shaped mark!"

This sentence is like a bolt from the blue.

It exploded in the center of the altar in an instant, and in an instant, it shocked Si Ye, and everyone present was stunned.

At the moment, Nan Yan's mind was even blank.

Moon imprint.

Moon shaped birthmark.

original--

original!

It turned out to be so!

At this time, she suddenly remembered that the canonized document of the Nanming County Lord that she had only read once, there was indeed a moon-shaped mark on one corner of the document, with the words of Nanming County Lord's seal engraved in the center.

At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary mark, and didn't pay much attention.

It turned out that the imprint came from the birthmark on the palm of the woman in the clan of the country.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously raised her hand and looked at her white palm.

Nothing.

She really wasn't the daughter of the Sui Kingdom clan.

Thinking about it this way, they couldn't help but feel cold. Munch and Ajislan should have seen their palms empty early in the morning, and they knew that they could not be the daughter of the clan, but they still acted in this play.

During this period, Hongyan passed the book, every word was full of concern for her "cousin".

It turned out to be a lie, all in acting.

Although already known that they were deceiving people, it was only at this moment that Nan Yan was shocked to realize the depth of Munch's city.

It is frightening.

Thinking of this, her bones were trembling, and she raised her head to look at Zhu Feng on the altar, but at this moment, Zhu Feng's face was pale, and for a moment, it seemed that the blood all over her body was drained.

He must have thought of it.

Nan Yan was not the daughter of Lao's clan, but the moon-shaped birthmark appeared on the palm of her heart flat.

Therefore, he is the person with the royal blood of Lao!

At this moment, Zhu Feng's body was shaking as tall as a mountain.

Nan Yan had never seen him shaking like this, as if the mountain was about to collapse.

He did not expect.

Perhaps he only realized that he was not the son of Empress Chen, but he must have never thought about this. As the Yan King of the Yan Kingdom, he guarded Peking for more than ten years, and he also fought with Lai Guo for more than ten years, but in the end, his own But the blood of the royal family of Lao was flowing on his body.

This is so cruel and ironic.

He stared at Mandu with his eyes fixedly, his throat made a low gurgling sound, and said, "What you said is true?"

Master Mandu said calmly: "I dare not lie before the Emperor of Yan Kingdom."

"..."

Zhu Feng staggered and took a step back, Xu Miaoyin hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "The emperor!"

As soon as he saw his Yushan collapse, everyone under the altar was in chaos.

Even just now, the righteous and upright reprimanded Cheng Guogong, Wu Ying, who was the king of Ning, at this time also showed a surprised and disbelieving look.

He helped the emperor of their Yan country.

Regardless of the internal struggle for power, the struggle between countries is very clear to him.

After all, he has very little left. He had fought **** battles with Emperor Gao, expelled the Kingdom of Lao from the Central Plains, and was one of the veterans who established the Great Yan Dynasty.

He has spent half of his life in the country, and it is impossible to sew a countryman as a king.

Thinking of this, his breath became heavy, and he took a step forward and said sharply: "What the **** is going on?!"

"Yes, the emperor!"

Upon hearing Cheng Guo's open question, the other ministers couldn't help but stepped forward.

"The emperor, please give an explanation to the officials."

"Why does Princess Xinping have the birthmark of the daughter of the clan of Sui Kingdom?"

"If Princess Xinping is a native of Kuo, then--"

No one dared to say the latter words.

But everyone standing under the altar had such a light of fear in their eyes.

They couldn't believe that the person they regarded as the king and worshipped for many years might actually be--

this is too scary!

Gradually, the anxiety and fear in everyone's hearts condensed into a faint anger, and everyone got closer and closer to the altar, constantly shouting: "Please give the emperor an explanation to the officials!"

"The emperor, please give an explanation to the officials!"

"The emperor, please give an explanation to the officials!"

Sounds like thunder.

However, these voices were heard in Zhu Feng's ears, not like these people's questions, or threatening questions, but like - drums on the battlefield.

Yes, there are drums of war.

It rang in his blood, and kept agitating his eardrums, with a sound, and urging constantly, as if urging him to rush to the battlefield to kill wantonly!

kill!

kill!

The killing intent that has been silent for a long time in my heart is constantly rising from the bottom of my heart at this time, like a tide, constantly rolling, not only impacting his reason, but also like swallowing his whole person. Fall into the blood-red sea of ​​killing.

kill!

He clenched his fist forcefully, and Xu Miaoyin, who was holding his arm, clearly felt it at this moment. On his strong arm, the muscles were tightening one by one, and the strength was intensely concentrated, even Let her feel clearly through the thick clothes.

She subconsciously took a step back: "The emperor..."

Zhu Feng did not look back.

Instead, he slowly raised his head, and the eye sockets were already flushed with blood.

He bowed his head, looked at the people below, and said coldly: "What are you going to do?"

"..."

"You guys, do you want to force the palace?"

Force the palace!

As soon as these two words came out, the people around them felt timid.

They were indeed surprised at the emperor's bloodline, hoping that he could give an explanation to the officials, but in their hearts, they still didn't have full confidence in what this explanation would be.

After explaining, they didn't even think about what to do.

They just want the truth now.

However, Zhu Feng suddenly spoke, and the words that fell deep in his heart seemed to wake them up all at once.

Force the palace, they look like this, it really seems to be the palace.

Do they really want to--

Thinking of this, everyone could not help but hesitate. Everyone turned their gazes to Lord Cheng Guo who had spoken before. At this time, he was like the backbone of the officials, and everyone hoped he could say something.

Cheng Guogong Wu answered his request and frowned at this time.

He has never thought of forcing the palace.

The emperor is the emperor, and the gong is the gong.

All the glory and wealth of their Wu family can only be obtained by the court and the emperor.

But-if the emperor is a native of Kuo, it is another matter.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him!

Thinking of this, Wu Ying begged and let out a sigh of relief, and said, "The emperor, how can we dare to rebel?"

"..."

"We just want to ask the emperor for a truth."

"the truth?"

Zhu Feng's face was gloomy, his tone was low, and his breath was already full of indescribable killing intent, and said, "If you want this truth, what will you do?"

"..."

At this time, everyone was even afraid to speak.

But just when the atmosphere was a bit stalemate, Ning Wang Zhuxuan on the other side smiled and said, "The emperor, why is it so coercive?"

"..."

"The officials worry about the emperor day and night. It is not an exaggeration to deal with state affairs and want a truth."

"..."

As soon as he saw him, Zhu Feng's eyes were even more blood-red.

But his vision gradually began to blur.

What he saw was no longer under the altar, with murderous intent in his eyes, and the sly Zhu Xuan in his laughter. In his world, the sky was slowly filled with yellow sand, almost suffocating.

That feeling is back!

He clenched his fists hard, his finger bones snapping.

Desperately suppressed, the murderous aura in my heart was suppressed abruptly: "If I, don't you?"

"Then—"

As if just waiting for these words, Zhu Xuan's eyes lit up.

The corner of his mouth hooked slightly.

With a wave of their hand, there was a sudden movement around them. They looked up, but the guards who were guarding the altar surrounded them all.

this is--

Nan Yan suddenly furious, stepped forward, pointing at Zhu Xuan and said angrily: "Ning King, you want to rebel?!"

"Hahahaha," Zhu Xuan shook his head and smiled: "The concubine, why be angry?"

"..."

"My king, how could it be possible to'rebel'?"

"..."

"This charge is too big, this king can't bear it."

At this time, Wu Yingqiu, who was standing under the altar, looked complicated. He turned his head to look at Zhu Xuan and said, "King Ning, you said you are not rebellious, so what is this now?"

King Ning looked at him and said with a stern face: "The blood of the royal family must not be profaned. The king must also be very clear about the importance of this matter to our Great Yan Dynasty."

"..."

Wu Ying's breath sank without speaking.

King Ning said: "Actually, even if outsiders don’t know it, the Duke is already one of the only veterans in the dynasty. From the very beginning, you have followed the Emperor Gao to fight the rivers and mountains. You also watched our brothers grow up. You know very well-our emperor, his origin, has always been a mystery."

what? !

Nan Yan was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Zhu Feng.

At this time, Zhu Feng calmed down instead.

The previous anger, full of murderous intent, suddenly quieted down.

He stood firmly in the center of the altar and looked at Zhu Xuan coldly.

Cheng Guogong Wu Yingqiu heard Zhu Xuan's words, but he didn't say anything. He just glanced at Zhu Feng with a complicated expression. After a long while, he said, "But--"

"My king, I just want to invite the emperor to return to the palace and talk about this matter slowly."

"..."

"This is not a rebellion."

Nan Yan understood that this was not a "rebellion", but he used this technique to "invite" Zhu Feng to return to the palace, which clearly meant to put him under house arrest!

Need to talk about the next thing?

Nan Yan said angrily: "Dare you?!"

Zhu Xuan raised his head at this time and smiled at Nan Yan: "The imperial concubine, this sentence is really useless for your concubine in the harem. Moreover, how long you can be a concubine is still a question. It."

As soon as his words fell, Zhu Feng, standing on the altar, said: "Well, what if this sentence is for me?"

Zhu Xuan was taken aback and looked up at him.

I saw him standing high, his tall body in the sun, like Mount Tai, standing tall.

Suddenly, it seemed to see a **** of war.

Zhu Xuan's heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.

And Zhu Feng looked at him and said coldly: "You-- dare!"