The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 751 Red, Queen Phoenix

Those palace attendants trembled, confessed their crimes, and ran out in a hurry, yelling, fearing that if they were a second behind, the long swords would fall on their necks, separating their heads from their bodies.

When they left, only Feng Zun and the people kneeling on the ground were left in the hall.

The air became quiet in an instant, which inexplicably made people feel a little nervous. He paused for a moment, A Yuan, is this name a coincidence?

Did she recognize her identity?
But if he recognized his identity, shouldn't he be dragged down immediately and beheaded?

But it doesn't look like this, it should be a coincidence, he thought.

"You get up too." A cold voice sounded above his head, and he was startled, only to realize that the person in front of him was so close to him. He calmed down, not knowing what was going on, seeing this The person's face was expressionless, and he was surrounded by an indelible loneliness, and he felt a little bored in his heart.

He moved his fingertips, thinking, maybe it was because he saw the enemy who exterminated his heart and soul, that's why he was like this.

Yes, it is like that.

Time is like gravel at the fingertips, you can't hold it if you want to hold it, and you can't let it go if you want to let it go. It is the most ruthless thing.

Time flies, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and in the past half month, A Yuan has become a celebrity in front of Feng Zun's eyes by relying on his own piano skills.

Almost everyone in the Fengling Kingdom knew that there was an extra man beside their Majesty of the Ice Mountain of Ten Thousand Years. That man was peerless in appearance and stood with His Majesty Feng Zun, but there was something unexplainably suitable for him. The relationship between the two of them should be like this, they thought that His Majesty Feng Zun really had blossomed iron trees, and they probably would have Queen Feng soon.

With His Majesty's temperament, he doesn't know whether he is interested in this Queen Feng or just a whim.

As for liking, no one has ever dared to think about it. A person like Feng Zun might never like someone in this life.

She is so ruthless and cruel, she doesn't even blink her eyes to kill her own relatives, maybe when her violent temper comes up, if this Queen Feng doesn't do a good job, it won't be surprising if she cuts off her head directly .

It's a pity for the Phoenix Queen, everyone has sympathy and pity for the new Phoenix Queen.

However, the rumored new Empress Feng was in the same gazebo with Feng Zun. When he touched the strings with his fingertips, the sound was as clear as a spring and flowed slowly, like the wind in spring. Brush away all negativity.

Feng Zun sat on the seat with a blank expression on his face, and there was a pile of folds on the long table in front of him. She looked at it with a stern expression, and the more she looked at her, the more obvious the depressive aura around her was. At least with the sound of the piano, After all, the anger in her heart dissipated a little.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, threw the folder in his hand aside and didn't want to look at it, his eyes fell on the person in purple clothes playing the piano with drooping eyes, his eyes showed a bit of indifference to the vicissitudes of the world, but, amidst the vicissitudes, There are other inexplicable emotions hidden under it, which are so complicated that people can't see clearly.

She snorted lightly, with some unclear meaning, "A Yuan, I heard that you are going to become the Phoenix Queen of this deity?"

The sound of the zither paused, and the next second it was connected again. The crisp sound of the zither was ding ding dong dong. After waiting for a while, the person who played the qin opened his mouth. The indifferent voice was no longer the trembling of the past, and it was more chatting with old friends It was only after a while that there was a bit of familiarity.

"Your Majesty, it's just rumors, why are you making fun of this slave?"

"Really, isn't there another sentence that is empty?" She lowered her hand, and the white forearm was covered by the wide golden sleeve.

"Your Majesty, don't make fun of me anymore." There was a hint of helplessness in the cold voice, the sound of the piano had stopped, and both hands were pressed on the strings. Looking over, it happened to bump into her pair of eyes that had no meaning, and her heart With a slight jump, he deviated from his line of sight without a trace.

(End of this chapter)