Leng Fei nodded with a smile: "It's okay."

Tang Lan said: "It seems that my father has really changed his mind."

She smiled sweetly, as bright as the rising sun.

Leng Fei nodded with a smile.

But he didn't dare to be so optimistic. From his master Xu Guifu's mouth, he knew that this emperor was not so easy to change his mind.

Even if you change your mind and no longer give Tang Lan a marriage, you will never have a good impression of yourself and will definitely find a way to deal with yourself.

It's not for blood, he really doesn't want to come.

The two stepped into the gate of the Forbidden Palace, turned the screen wall, and soon became wide open. Looking around, the palace in the distance was actually a hundred feet away.

Leng Fei shook his head. It was so difficult for him to walk at such a long distance. Going to court was a hard work.

The palaces are majestic, like giant beasts entrenched, terrifying.

There was no need for Wei Wuya to lead the way. They walked along a highway, turned around two halls, and finally came to the front of Wuji Hall.

The gold-plated large characters are written with the three big characters "Wuji Palace", as if they are about to burst out, and infinite power is contained in it.

Four middle-aged men were wearing purple robes and stood quietly outside the hall, like four statues standing upright, motionless, as if they were integrated into the hall.

Leng Fei glanced at these four people, all of whom were masters of the Twelve Spiritual Heaven Realm.

He now has a high vision and no longer thinks it is strange. This style is nothing. When he was speaking martial arts, almost all the thirty-six people in the audience were twelve levels.

"I've seen the princess." The four of them clasped their fists and said in a deep voice.

Tang Lan lightly his head.

At this time, a chubby old man walked out of the hall, his bearded and his face was rosy and like a baby. He smiled and said, "Your Highness, Princess, you are back."

"General Zhao, where is the father?" Tang Lan said.

Zhao Su smiled and said, "Your Highness, the emperor is reviewing the memorials."

He lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, be careful!"

"Okay." Tang Lan lightly jawed his head.

She looked at Leng Fei.

Leng Fei nodded with a smile.

Zhao Su glanced at Leng Fei, clasped her fists and smiled, but did not say anything. Leng Fei also treated her as a polite person, knowing that he was avoiding suspicion.

Tang Lan stepped into the hall lightly. Leng Fei and she entered the broad hall together, and a powerful aura suddenly came to her face.

The invisible power seemed to be pressing on the body, like carrying a mountain on its back.

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows and continued to feel the aura of Long Wen. Obviously, this power is still Long Wen.

There is a dragon case located in the north of the hall, with a faint golden light shining. Behind the case was a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow robe, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a square face.

Not handsome, but not ugly, he is just a mediocre person.

He was straight and upright, lowering his head and holding his pen to review the memorials, his face was as gloomy as water, and he didn't say a word. The hall was so quiet that it seemed as if a needle could be heard.

He seemed to have not heard the two of them coming in, and he still lowered his head to review. Zhao Su stood quietly behind him, looking at his nose and his heart, without moving.

Tang Lan glanced at Leng Fei and signaled him to be calm.

Leng Fei nodded slightly, smiled at her, and signaled her not to hurry and take her time.

Each memorial was reviewed, but Tang Haotian still had no intention of stopping writing and had to finish it in one go.

Leng Fei looked at him and felt the aura on his body.

Tang Haotian's aura is profound and majestic, but it is not his cultivation level, but his own momentum. His cultivation level is restrained and not exposed at all.

In his senses, Tang Haotian seemed to be a man who could not know martial arts, which made him look so serious that he had to deal with it carefully.

After a cup of tea, he still didn't look up.

Tang Lan frowned and snorted: "Father, is it enough?"

Tang Haotian suddenly looked up and put down the memorial.

Suddenly, two gazes shot towards Leng Fei, like two golden swords stabbing towards him, suddenly and extremely sharp, unable to defend against.

Leng Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, but looked calmly.

"Woo..." A dragon roar came from his mind, and it was so refreshing that it wanted to shake his mind and his spirit.

Leng Fei specializes in the magical art of divine eyes and the Tianhua Divine Sword. The magical art of divine eyes and divine eyes naturally improves as he enters the realm of divine spirit, and reaches the state of condensing thoughts into pearls.

I didn't care about these two surprise attacks, and there was even Thunder Seal guard.

"Bang!" A sudden explosion came from the void.

Leng Fei wrapped Tang Lan and Tang Haotian wrapped Zhao Su, so neither of them was affected by this power.

The Wuji Palace is also within the shelter of the two, and within the world of the two, so the weather is calm.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The four middle-aged guards standing outside the hall suddenly flew up, spewing a blood arrow in the air, falling softly.

Under this invisible power, they were like four small boats in the storm, vulnerable and unable to help themselves.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as they landed, they blew.

"I'm fine." Tang Haotian said in a deep voice.

His eyes were burning, and he glanced at Leng Fei, his eyes fell to Tang Lan, and he snorted: "Lan'er, you still know how to come back!"

"Father!" Tang Lan didn't know that the two had fought together. She was not in the realm of God, and she didn't know her methods.

Tang Haotian snorted: "Do you still know that I am the father?"

"What are you talking about when Father?" Tang Lan smiled and stepped forward to put on his shoulder, and gently pounded it: "Is Father's health good recently?"

"It's better if you didn't get angry to death." Tang Haotian snorted.

He obviously enjoyed Tang Lan's light pounding, his face had eased a little, and he snorted: "As a princess, you are so useless, what do you think of other princesses?"

Tang Lan's red lips.

Tang Haotian said: "Do you think your father is willing to let you get married? But as your father's favorite daughter, if you cannot set an example, those princesses will be unbalanced and have resentment in their hearts, which will be endless trouble!"

"Father, I don't listen to this. I won't marry anyone else anyway." Tang Lan snorted: "Didn't you agree to my marriage with Leng Fei?"

"Who said I agreed?" Tang Haotian snorted.

"Then why are you giving two wet ladies to your elder sister?" Tang Lan said.

Tang Haotian snorted: "Your mother did it, it's not me!"

"So it's my mother!" Tang Lan said.

Tang Haotian said: "I heard that you have become the saint of Butian Temple?"

Tang Lan smiled and said proudly: "Father, I have a status now."

"You have a status, and as a princess, you are so precious!" Tang Haotian snorted: "It's not worthy of any kind of poor boy!"

Tang Lan frowned slightly and stared at him with dissatisfaction.

This is obviously a reference to the slap of the Sang and the Sang, and she heard it very harshly and uncomfortable.

Leng Fei smiled and said nothing, pretending that he did not exist, not going to see Tang Haotian, but just looking at Wuji Palace.

Tang Haotian said: "Lan'er, you are back this time and will not leave again?"

"As the saint of Butian Temple, how can I not leave?" Tang Lan shook his head gently: "Live here for a few days, and stay there for a few days."

"No." Tang Haotian said in a deep voice: "You stay, don't return to Bu Tian Temple. What kind of saints are not saints? We don't care about it!"

Tang Lan glanced at him: "Butian Temple is much stronger than our Dayu, how can it not be rare?"
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