Demon Concubine in charge: Evil Emperor, don't spoil

Chapter 610 Dare to trespass on the Prince Regent's Palace!
"It's really interesting. If that's the case, let's meet sooner."

Nanmen Mingyue didn't pay much attention to the rumored regent. Even if they were people of the Nanmen family's blood, what's the use of wandering in such a state of Zhou?

Even if it is brought back, it can only be mediocre, and it can only become a puppet.

Don't know any secret techniques, and still want to secure the position of Patriarch?

It's ridiculous.

"Miss is planning to..."

"Just tonight, I really want to see how much better the daughter of the direct line will be than my concubine."

In the discourse, the meaning of sarcasm remains undiminished.

She wanted to sit in the position that Mr. Fu Sheng could have, but if Mr. Fu Sheng sat in that position, it would be just a false name at best. After all, she was nothing but that blood relationship.

As long as Mr. Fusheng knows some rules, he should cooperate with her and let Nanmen be in his hands.

However, nearly half of the South Gate is now in his hands.

It's just that some old stubborn people are still stubborn, and only recognize this blood-related bitch.

What's wrong with her Nanmen Mingyue, but she only wants to recognize the descendant?
However, Nanmen Mingyue didn't think about it at this time. When she was asked to lead the priest of the South Gate as the successor of the South Gate, she begged bitterly and refused to take the lead in the sacrifice. In the last year It dragged on for another year.

As a result, the Nanmen family has been declining because of the absence of priests for several years.

"Yes."

The guard in the black cloak nodded.

Not long after, Nanmen Mingyue walked outside the Regent's Palace with four guards behind her.

"I want to see Mr. Fu Sheng."

Nanmen Mingyue still maintained her haughty brows and eyes, glanced at the person in front of her, wearing a smoky purple cloak, her appearance was noble.

The guard frowned, "Presumptuous, dare to call the name of His Royal Highness the Regent."

After finishing speaking, Nanmen Mingyue curled up a trace of sarcasm, and swept away with a flick of her sleeve. Obviously, the guard's face was already swollen before the palm touched the guard's face, and he heard the violent palm wind blowing away.

"presumptuous."

Nanmen Mingyue glanced at the man, and walked in directly, but she didn't expect to see a woman with more delicate eyebrows and eyes stepping forward to stop her.

"Who are you, dare to break into the Regent's Palace!"

Du Qiao's eyes were piercing, and Nanmen Mingyue heard that there were too many people in the Prince Regent's mansion who didn't know how to live or die, and she was a little impatient to make a fuss. When he came back to his senses, he saw that invisible palm wind seemed to disappear into nothingness.

"what are you doing!"

Du Qiao was stunned for a moment before realizing it.

Nanmen Mingyue squinted her eyes lightly, and was about to glance elsewhere when she heard that cold voice shrouded in chills.

"This king's mansion, you dare to be presumptuous."

Mr. Fu Sheng came step by step, but except for Nanmen Mingyue, the faces of the others turned red, and then they knelt down involuntarily, and even Nanmen Mingyue gritted his teeth.

"You! What sorcery!"

Nanmen Mingyue gritted her teeth and asked.

Mr. Fu Sheng turned a deaf ear, but seemed to glance at the bright moon at the south gate, and walked forward slowly step by step, seeing the guard with a swollen face over there, his gaze was cold and bloodthirsty.

"My king's man, do you dare to slap him?"

Afterwards, Nanmen Mingyue looked at those black eyes and couldn't help but feel chills.

This is a subconscious chill, not some secret technique used by Mr. Fu Sheng.

The trick just now is actually not a great trick.

(End of this chapter)