The bloodthirsty prince and the cold concubine

Chapter 317 Head-to-head confrontation 1
The group of people is getting closer and closer to the palace at this moment, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they have come to a place five meters away from the palace.

The rain gauze as fine as a silver hair shrouds the sky and the earth, a bend of green water runs around the forest like a green jade belt, and the shadow of Yuan Shandai is indistinct.

The cloud-white and clean hall reflects crystal pearls as clear as tears, ethereal and illusory, and the beautiful scenery is like flowers separated by clouds, making it hard to tell which is the real scene and which is the reflection.

"Palace Master, the guests have been brought here." Yan Xu entered the hall and spoke respectfully.

"Let them in quickly." Jiulan Yunbo tapped his fingers on the table. He had been waiting here for some time, and now he saw Yan Xu's return, and he knew in his heart that they had arrived.

"Yes." Yan Xu made a salute, and slowly exited the hall.

Everyone in the hall turned their heads to look outside the hall, all of them were full of curiosity about the visitor.

"Palace Master welcomes you." Yan Xu came to Leng Yichen and said in a deep voice.

"En." Leng Yichen glanced at Ye Feiyu, then stepped forward, heading towards the main hall, his back was indescribably straight.

Ye Feiyu nodded and followed.Xi Lei and Xi Dian stayed where they were, they only needed to take care of the people they brought.

Yan Xu did not move, and followed.

Amid everyone's curiosity, two figures slowly appeared outside the hall.

The man on the left has black pupils as deep and dark as the vast starry sky, shining with awe-inspiring coldness. He has a stalwart figure, a bronze complexion, and clear and deep facial features, like a Greek sculpture. Wild and unrestrained, even a black suit can't conceal his extraordinary and heroic appearance.Born with the aura of a king in the world, his handsome and handsome features seem to be carved out of marble, with sharp edges and corners, sharp and deep eyes, and he can't help but feel a sense of oppression!

The man on the right is dressed in white, with snow-white skin, ebony black pupils, a tall and heroic nose, and attractive red lips. There is a chic and unrestrained smile on the corner of his mouth. Human beings should not be underestimated, they are magnificent and beautiful, and their charm is unique.

Jiulan Yunbo looked at the two of them, and immediately recognized which one was Leng Yichen, the man in black on the left was none other than the man in black. This temperament was not much different from what Mo Wuchen and the others described.

His deep eyes looked straight at Leng Yichen, and Leng Yichen also looked at him. The two of them didn't speak, their eyes were sharp, and there were faint sparks in the air.

Leng Yichen looked at the man on the high platform who was also dressed in black, with wheat-colored skin, and a tall and straight figure. There seemed to be endless majesty and domineering in his deep black eyes, and the kingly aura around him was also so obvious, majestic without anger.He looks only in his 40s, but he knows that his actual age is more than that.

Everyone in the hall looked at Jiulan Yunbo on the high platform, and then at the man in black clothes outside the hall, they understood and did not disturb.

Both of them are such powerful kings, but their breaths are different.

Leng Yichen is the kind of domineering, with the innate aura of a king on his body, giving people an unconscious sense of oppression.But Jiulan Yunbo belongs to the kind of domineering and introverted. Perhaps it has been tempered and polished by time. After so many years of seclusion, he exudes the aura of a king from the bottom of his heart. When people look at him, they will surrender , that kind of imperial coercion is not comparable to ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)