"Miss Feng Er doesn't have to perform such a great gift." The man paused and said indifferently: "You are blocking the way."

The implication of

If you want to kneel, you can kneel aside and just kneel in the middle of the road, which may delay the driving of the carriage.

Feng Chuge's face was even worse.

Does this mean that even she dislikes her when she kneels?

Feng Chuge doesn’t look like kneeling, how could she kneel down as an ancient feudal man?

But suddenly, there seemed to be an invisible force that forced her to kneel down, and she couldn't even look up.

A drop of fine sweat slid off Feng Chuge's forehead, and her uncontrollable body finally made her feel a little real panic.

"Lan Jiu, take her aside." The person in the carriage said indifferently.

The boy in blue, named Lan Jiu, was of course perfectly executed the orders of his idol. He pursed his lips and dragged Feng Chuge to the side of the road without expression. After confirming that Feng Chuge would not block the road, he returned to the carriage.

"Let's go." The young master just spit out a word in a cold manner.

The gorgeous and noble light purple carriage walked forward slowly, and the silver-white bells collided with each other and made a crisp sound, and the golden tassels hanging on the eaves of the carriage also swayed gently.

It was not until the carriage had passed through the street and disappeared. The respectful people who were kneeling down slowly stood up and looked respectfully in the direction where the carriage left.

The young national teacher, who was only sixteen years old, protected Chu and the Kingdom of China with his own strength for three years without war or drought, and was safe and happy.

Wherever you go, everything is happy.

How can the people not respect and worship?

But Feng Chuge, who didn't know the etiquette and did not understand the imperial power just now, had arbitrarily contradicted the national master and even his current Majesty, which made countless people roll their eyes.

At this time,

Feng Chuge realized that she could get up. She gritted her teeth, ignored these ridiculous gazes, and walked directly in the other direction without stopping for a second, but her back was indeed a little embarrassed.

Inside the gorgeous and noble light purple carriage,

All of them were covered with furry snow-white blankets, and the girl in snow leaned there casually, like a waterfall hair scattered behind her, making her translucent skin look pale and delicate.

Seventeen-year-old girl national teacher,

She is wearing a snow-colored brocade dress, cold and noble.

He has a beautiful face and is unparalleled.

Ranbai lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes covered his cold eyes. There was still a ray of ink-colored flame floating on her cold fingertips, with a faint cold and dangerous aura, which was used to suppress Feng Chuge just now.

The young national master tsk his tongue gently, leaned back, and unconsciously rubbed the blood-red mark on the porcelain white wrist with his fingertips.

This plane is not a fantasy plane, it is just a relatively ordinary ancient plane. It is just that this country believes in gods, and Ranbai is the god in their eyes.

To be honest,

It has been three years since Ranbai came to this plane.

Yes,

Three years.

This country is Chu Heguo, a country with the strongest strength, the most cities and elite soldiers on the mainland, and is also the most popular country on the people.

And in this country, the most popular one is not the wise and powerful Majesty of the present, but the young girl national teacher.

The male protagonist in this plane is the emperor of Chu Heguo, Shangguan Yi.

The relationship between Shangguan Yi and the original owner is a brother and sister.

That's right.

The original owner is indeed spiritual and can control the art of speaking.
Chapter completed!