Under the leadership of Long Yong, within a moment, the two of them had entered the imperial city.

After passing many checkpoints, what stood in front of Feng Wuchen was an extremely luxurious palace.

In front of the palace, there was a huge red carpet, with many guards standing straight on both sides of the red carpet.

When the two of them arrived, in front of the main hall, a white-faced man shouted with a sharp voice: "The fourth prince, Long Yong, and the guilty minister Feng Wuchen enter the palace!"

Sinner?

The corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth raised slightly, his expression full of amusement.

"It's just a name...don't take it seriously, remember what I told you!"

Faced with Long Yong's admonition, Feng Wuchen did not reply, but held his head high and walked toward the hall with rapid strides.

When he entered the main hall...??.

I saw a screen placed in the center of the hall. Behind the screen, there was a looming figure, whose appearance could not be clearly seen, and whose cultivation level could not be sensed.

In front of the screen, there were several men and women sitting on both sides, the ones who looked older looked like Long Yong.

The younger ones are even a little younger than him.

Among the crowd, there was a young man in red who had been staring at him with an extremely unkind look since before he entered.

"You evil beast! Why don't you kneel down when you see your father!" At this time, in front of the seat, the third prince Long Wu shouted loudly.

Beside the third prince, the second prince Long Qian said nothing, but his eyes towards Feng Wuchen showed no kindness at all.

At this moment.

"Wuchen is the junior of you and me after all. Why are the two royal brothers so aggressive?"

Following the words, Long Yong slowly stepped into the main hall, walked all the way to Feng Wuchen, and knelt down first: "My son! I bow to my father!"

"Pingsheng!"

From behind the screen, an old and steady voice came.

"Thank you, Father!"

After standing up, Long Yong did not forget to say something to Feng Wuchen: "Why don't you come and see your grandpa Huang soon?"

"Grandpa Huang?" Feng Wuchen smiled jokingly: "Even if it is really my mother's father, I should call him grandpa. Why call him grandpa?"

Feng Wuchen's words were not hidden, and everyone in the hall listened attentively.

At that moment, the hall instantly became silent.

Everyone's movements were almost stagnant.

This guy is really brave!

At this moment, everyone wanted to curse someone for being stupid, but when the words came to their lips, they all swallowed them back.

After all, the old man behind the screen didn't speak. Who dares to talk?

"Hahaha……"

Who would have thought that a burst of laughter could come from behind the screen.

"You are an interesting junior! If you don't kneel down when you see me alone, and you dare to make such a noise, then you are not afraid of being punished by me?"

Feng Wuchen shook his head: "Not afraid!"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Since you keep saying that you are my elder, why should I be afraid? Is it possible that the elders will still argue with me, a junior?"

"..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked again.

Even Long Yong couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hahaha!"

However, after a moment of silence, another burst of laughter came from behind the screen: "Why should you be afraid of such a good person? Forget it! In that case, I will answer your doubts personally! Because my princess, Daqian, never marries outside the family. My descendants will only be given the surname Long, and the title given to Gu is naturally Grandpa Huang, do you understand now?"

"Understood! Thank you!"

"If that's the case, why don't you kneel down?"

Feng Wuchen was silent for a moment, but still did not kneel: "I understand, I understand! But it has no direct connection with whether I kneel or not, right? If your majesty is really my mother's father, he can indeed bear my kneeling, but my mother and My sister doesn't seem to be here, so who can prove that you are my grandfather?"

"..."

For a moment, the whole house was silent.

Many people frowned, always feeling something was wrong but unable to say anything.

"Presumptuous!" There was a moment of silence among the crowd, but Long Qian was the first to be unable to sit still. He stood up suddenly and shouted: "What nonsense? Father is the most respected person in the Nine-Five-Year Plan! If you want to kneel down, then kneel down! Where is the need for anything? reason!"

At this time, the brows of everyone in the hall were gradually relaxing.

Yes! Behind the screen is the king of the entire Daqian Dynasty!

No matter who enters this hall, he should kneel down and kowtow. It is only natural and right.

What reason is needed?

But they were let in by Feng Wuchen's logic!

Feng Wuchen was not frightened. He turned his head seriously and asked Long Qian, "Who are you?"

"Don't be rude!" Long Yong said quickly: "This is your second emperor uncle!"

Feng Wuchen raised the corner of his mouth and said with a cold smile: "I seem to remember who he is! Isn't this the person who chased me in Taihuangtian? Is the person who wants to kill me really my uncle?"

Everyone was ashamed again.

This guy really doesn't know how to open a pot... ??

"shut up!"

Seeing that Long Qian couldn't help but get angry, Feng Wuchen simply stopped pretending.

"Haha... You must be tired after pretending for so long, right? Let's get straight to the point! The purpose of my coming here is just for Little Ling'er! If she's not here, I can leave all other topics aside..."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the hall was silent once again.

Everyone's eyes fell on the phantom behind the screen.

After a long time, the old man behind the screen spoke in a dull tone: "Let Fengyang and the eldest princess come in..."

"yes!"

"Princess Xuan Fengyang and the eldest princess enter the palace!"

The eunuch's voice just fell, only for a moment.

Although Feng Wuchen had his back to the hall, he still felt an extremely familiar aura stepping into the hall. Who else could it be if it wasn't Long Ling'er?

Long Ling'er walked slowly to his side, and immediately knelt down to the old man behind the screen: "Long Ling'er kowtows to Grandpa Huang!"

"Pingshen!"

"Thank you, Grandpa Huang..."

Feng Wuchen looked sideways slightly, but saw that Long Ling'er today was not wearing the usual yellow shirt, but a slightly cumbersome and noble robe. It was full of jewels, but every move was different from Feng Wuchen's. The younger sister in my memory becomes more and more out of place.

Seeing Feng Wuchen, Long Ling'er's eyes dodge a little: "Brother..."

"It seems that even if I don't come... you will be fine..."

As he spoke, Feng Wuchen's eyes showed a little disappointment, but also seemed to have gotten some kind of answer, and there was a look of determination in his eyes.

"Brother...I..."

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br> "You don't have to call me that! You are the princess of a dynasty, and I am just a commoner. How dare you be rude?"

"..."

After hearing these words, Long Ling'er's expression froze, because at this moment, she felt a strangeness from the man in front of her.

She has never felt this feeling before!

Even the moment she stabbed the blade into the opponent's chest with her own hands, she never felt it!

Feng Wuchen had a bit of mockery on his face: "In other words, did you and Long Qian really stage a bitter trick for me that day?"

Long Ling'er looked slightly flustered: "Brother...I'm sorry! I just wanted Yin Jiuling to hand over the Emperor Pearl. I...I didn't mean to lie to you..."

"No need to apologize! Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, there are some things that I would never be able to let go of in my life!"

"..."

"Dustless!"

At this moment, following a gentle voice, another person stepped into the main hall door.
To be continued...