My grandfather, Marquis Zhennan, forced me to rebel from the beginning!

The two of them were very close, and the two of them were very close.

Very quickly.

Wen Jiuli restrained his emotions.

After all, he had lived for more than 30,000 years, so he still had some control over his emotions.

The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, and he looked at Wen Jiuli very deeply.

He stopped asking too many questions.

But he was thinking secretly in his heart.

This descendant of his bloodline probably got a chance to defy the heavens.

But now it seems that there is no harm.

…

Wen Feng and his wife.

The two looked at each other.

They couldn't hide their smiles, which made the corners of their mouths slightly raised.

Now they can be regarded as the father and the mother are honored by their sons.

Wen Feng never thought that he could become the holy ruler of this huge dynasty!

But...

His strength is a little bit mismatched now.

You have to know that in the court, who of those ministers does not have a strong cultivation? !

And they are not even surnamed Wen.

You need strong strength to suppress them.

Otherwise, who will obey you? !

Of course.

But Wen Feng is not worried.

His son has a peak Mahayana master under his command, what is there to be afraid of?

Besides, Wen Jiuli, his ancestor, just abdicated, and did not leave the Wen family.

Instead, he became a worshipper behind the scenes.

The strength of his ancestor is also there.

Who dares not to obey the civil and military ministers in this court?

Of course, these are not the key points.

All external forces are not as good as one's own strength, and Wen Feng still understands this truth.

Wen Feng's eyes gradually became firm. His own cultivation talent is naturally not an ordinary person, otherwise how could he stand out among more than 30 princes? !

Now that he has become the Saint King of the dynasty, the cultivation resources he has in his hands have already exceeded the past by thousands and tens of thousands of times.

Even if he piles up resources, he can quickly pile himself up.

Wen Feng has secretly made up his mind.

Practice diligently and practice madly.

He must not drag his son down.

…

The next day.

The coronation ceremony of Saint King Wen Feng of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It was held successfully and ended perfectly.

…

The huge palace with a hundred floors.

Inside the top floor palace.

The first court meeting in Wen Feng's life.

There were shadows in the store, and hundreds of ministers wearing the most solemn official uniforms entered one by one.

However, the throne on the stage was empty.

But Wen Feng had not arrived yet.

Wen Feng did not have any official uniforms, but a pale white robe, elegant and graceful, holding a folding fan in his hand.

Facing the gazes of the civil and military ministers in the court, he slowly stepped in.

Wen Wen glanced around calmly.

Among these ministers, there were young men and old men.

Some of them looked righteous, some had a bit of evil spirit, and some looked so deep that you could feel their deep intentions.

The only difference was that the lowest level of the people present was at the Hedao realm!

But at this moment, everyone was looking at him respectfully.

As soon as he entered.

The scene became lively in an instant.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Hahaha, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is indeed handsome."

"I have heard of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for a long time, and it is a great honor to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today."

Suddenly, a lot of flattering faces gathered in front of Wen Wen.

I only saw that these ministers who were in high positions and powerful in the entire dynasty were actually very humble and flattering, gathering in front of Wen Wen like lackeys.

If it was an ordinary crown prince, perhaps they would never take him seriously.

But this one is not ordinary!

Let's not talk about the fact that he is the only son of the current Saint.

Let's just say that the most powerful fighter in the entire dynasty is under his command!

If they have a bad impression of each other, how can these ministers survive in this court? !

Without their authority, what will happen to the families behind them? !

In addition to other reasons.

The attitude of the civil and military ministers in the court towards Wen is extremely humble!

Naturally, it is impossible for a fool to offend Wen at this time.

Unless someone doesn't want to live.

Wen is not overly enthusiastic, nor is he overly indifferent.

There is always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes always carry that seemingly unscrupulous arrogance.

He glanced around confidently.

If someone dares to give him a cold face at this time.

Wen would not even think about it, just kill him immediately!

Don't say that his father doesn't

What would he say? Even Wen Jiuli would never dare to say no.

You can say that.

Whether the entire Beizhou Dynasty is in chaos or not, Wen Feng has the final say!

...

Soon.

Wen Feng, wearing a brand new and majestic imperial robe.

Appeared.

Wen Feng stood at the head of all officials.

Looking at his father with a smile.

Although his cultivation is not very good, his expression is indifferent. He wears a royal robe and stands tall, which makes him look like a saint.

...

After the court.

The imperial palace is a hundred stories high.

Behind.

There is a large forest of pavilions.

It is also the living area of ​​the royal family.

In the most magnificent pavilion, there is the place of the saint.

Of course, there is not only one room, but dozens of large rooms.

Between the coffee table,

Zhu Qiqi looked at Wen Feng who had just returned.

"Nuo, you have been tired these days. You have just learned the earthly food, silver root bird's nest porridge, and some nourishing pastries."

Zhu Qiqi's face was a little cold, but gentle, as if the holy saint had returned.

She gently pushed the food in front of Wen Wen with her delicate hands.

...

......

Wen Wen had just eaten one or two bites.

Zhu Qiqi blinked her big eyes, with a little urging on her face:

"Brother Wen Wen, are you done here?"

"Master is urging me again."

"The virtual world will start tomorrow. If I don't go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."

Wen Wen raised his head suddenly.

The virtual world is also something he values ​​very much.

After all, it can help people improve their cultivation quickly.

It is filled with countless opportunities.

Now he has just reached the sixth level of physical training.

If he practices step by step, it will take him many years to reach the same level as Zhu Qiqi.

Even now, there are only a few decades left, and he may die of old age!

Time is urgent!

"Let's go!"

"Let's go now!"

Wen Wen stood up on the spot with a firm look in his eyes.

...

Wen Feng's master bedroom.

Spacious and tidy, simple and luxurious, full of cleverness and unusual luxuriance.

After listening to Wen Wen's story about going to the virtual world, Wen Feng frowned slightly:

"So you can only go in alone?!"

Hu Yanran's beautiful eyes naturally showed a lot of worry, but looking at her son's appearance.

In the end, she didn't say anything.

Wen Wen grew up by her side.

She knew her son's character very well.

Once this kid made a decision, it was generally difficult to change it easily.

In addition to Wen Feng, Hu Yanran, and Wen Jiuli were also present.

Wen Jiuli's round figure sitting on the chair made the chair look a little small.

As soon as he heard Wen Jiuli's words.

His face changed instantly!

...

PS: This is just a small transition, and the excitement will start soon! Get ready, my dears!