From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 631 He belongs to me!
He had already hid at the back, why was he still found?
Looking sideways, the bald-headed Buddha smiled at him, clasped his hands together and said, "It's a blessing, not a curse. A disaster can't be avoided, Amitabha!"

Thanks to your sister's Buddha!The one who asked you to save your life, you can't escape the disaster, are you an eminent monk? !
Under the eyes of everyone, Wu Zhuang could only slowly stand up against the pressure, trembling, and saluting the superiors, Feng Yiran stared at him coldly, and said coldly: "Master Wu, the crime of deceiving the emperor, you Can you afford it?"

Wu Zhuang immediately burst into tears, he couldn't bear it, but he would die if he told the truth, and he would die if he didn't tell the truth, what should he do!

On the high platform, Ye Xiaoxiao's face was gloomy, and what was rolling in her heart was uncontrollable anger, Feng Yiran, you really use everything for this position, you really have used all means!

When she was angry, she gently held her slightly trembling hand with her generous palm, and the warm temperature permeated into her limbs through the flesh, which calmed her annoyed mood slightly. But the indifferent man smiled at her, and said softly: "Leave it to me, Xiao Xiao, you can just watch the show."

The little person was stunned, and couldn't help but her eyes were red. She bit her lip and lowered her head, swallowing back her tears. When she looked up again, she still returned to that indifferent and calm face.

Is this another conspiracy?Feng Junran, is amnesia a trick?Now even she, Ye Xiaoxiao, is becoming more and more unpredictable about this man's mind. In short, she only knows one thing, and that is that this man is always capable of making waves...

watching a play?Well, she sees, if Feng Yiran can be taught a lesson, she doesn't mind watching the show...

Under the high platform, Wu Zhuang hesitated again and again, and still said: "This, I don't know, I don't know, anyway, the pavilion chief sent a letter saying that Er Niu would come to the capital to watch the imperial examination, and then, and then he followed with the letter... Wu Zhuang turned his head, looked at the bald Buddha's pitiful smiling face, and said without any hesitation: "I appeared with this Buddha in the house rented by the minister!"

Buddha?The crowd couldn't help but look back, the bald Buddha was smiling, standing behind the crowd with his thin body, and said with a smile: "Amitabha!"

Feng Yiran snorted coldly: "Abbot Fayuan, the monks don't lie, and the monks' six senses are clean, and they don't care about political affairs. I don't know what the Buddha's thoughts are, so he randomly found someone to pretend to be the emperor. Fortunately, this king found out Good morning, nothing has happened!"

The Buddha heard the words but smiled and didn't speak, let alone explained, just walked slowly from the back to the front, looked up with a smile and looked up at a certain protagonist who was still sitting quietly on the high platform, watching with cold eyes, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, what others are questioning is With your identity, why do you want the poor monk to bear the grievances?"

Only then did everyone realize that the so-called fake emperor was still sitting on the Nine Dragon Seat in the Xuanzheng Hall.

Looking back, the fake was sitting very securely, it could even be said to be a bit lazy, with an indifferent expression, as if watching a lively scene that had nothing to do with him.

This has made many popular festivals, it is obviously a fake, why pretend to be calm?
Ye Qin and Dong Luo's hearts were almost in their throats. The two of them looked at the calm man on the high platform with serious expressions, their hearts were fluctuating and they were extremely nervous.

Feng Junran moved his body slightly at this moment, and his slender eyes looked down from behind the shaking pearls, with a taste of looking down on the world.

"Buddha knows how to be a man!" The man snorted coldly, glanced indifferently, and chuckled lightly: "After all, he is a good subject of mine. If others say a few inciting words, you will believe it."

As he spoke, the man glanced at him indifferently, and said lightly, "Qiu Weiyun!"

On one side, Master Qiu stood up with a blank face, pointed at King Muyang and said, "This minister believes that this King Muyang is a fake, and he is here to confuse the public on purpose!"

Everyone: "..."

The tense atmosphere just now was instantly made dumbfounded by Qiu Weiyun's unreasonable troublemaking.

Feng Junran smiled indifferently, stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, and walked down the high platform step by step.

"You said I was lying? Yes, I can't remember anything about the past, but..."

The man stood in front of Ah Hua, his slender eyes looked over through the radiant pearls, they were dark and deep, with a bit of coldness.

"Ah Hua, it's true that you saved me, but even if I don't remember anything, I still know that I'm not your second child!"

The man's voice was resounding, calm and heavy, and almost made Ah Hua kneel down with almost a few words. Maybe it was really letting the tiger go back to the mountain, like a fish in water. In short, the current man seems to be more noble than before. It's because I think this person is a little expensive, and comparing two into one makes people have an extra sense of inferiority complex.

"Erniu, what are you talking about, come back with me, here, here is really too dangerous."

Feng Junran looked indifferently at the crying Ah Hua, slowly took out two letters from his arms, and said lightly: "These two letters have been in my arms since I woke up, I am very curious , you are a country girl, not to mention books at home, and you don’t even have pen and ink, how can you draw such vivid things?"

As he said that, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man slowly opened two letters, one was full of big and small bastards, and the other was a vivid painting of a red bean.

On the high platform, Ye Xiaoxiao, who saw these two letters, couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears.

Feng Junran, she is indeed Feng Junran!Those were the letters she wrote to him, and he kept them with him all the time, even though the robe was gone and the battle armor was gone, these two letters were still there.

So she couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, walked down the high platform step by step, still standing beside the man, the scarlet phoenix robe and the bright yellow dragon robe formed a stark contrast, as if the golden dragon was always accompanied by the fire Phoenix, complement each other,,, extremely commensurate.

Only then did Ah Hua notice that the woman beside Feng Junran was not as tall as herself, and she looked petite and dainty, but her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, like the most expensive gems. A deep sense of inferiority, in front of this woman, all the light in the world seems to be eclipsed, not to mention that she is a country woman.

Ye Xiaoxiao stared at Ah Hua, her peach blossom eyes swept across the faces of everyone present, her strong and cold gaze contained a little bit of anger, which made this group of old foxes who had been courtiers for many years couldn't help but look away. Opened the line of sight.

The empress is strong, and they knew it as early as when this woman was in power, which is why they admired this woman.

"This is painted by Bengong, he belongs to Bengong even with body and mind!"

(End of this chapter)