At this moment, the main hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The old emperor and several important ministers exchanged cups with Bei Zhennan and it was very lively.
On the side, opposite to Bei Zhennan, the old emperor's subordinate, King Guangping, the God of War, still wore the ferocious black iron mask. He lowered his eyes and looked at the wine glass in his hand. He did not drink, but just looked at it like that. The bright red candlelight reflected the washing machine. Bai's fingers seemed to be coated with a thin layer of crystal, and his fingertips were flawless, like white jade. He raised his eyes and glanced at Bei Zhennan, who was drinking very happily, and asked casually: "How does King Qin think of Longjin?" ?¡±
As soon as King Guangping spoke, the originally lively and even noisy main hall fell silent in an instant.
Bei Zhennan slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said softly: "Longjin is a vast land with rich resources, and the Dragon Emperor is warm and hospitable. Naturally, I think Longjin is very good, otherwise he would not marry his only sister to the prince. !¡±
Prince Long Yelan quickly stood up and bowed to Bei Zhennan. Anyone who saw this scene would feel that the son-in-law and his uncle had a harmonious relationship. Naturally, the two countries were also harmonious and beautiful.
With her long and soft eyelashes covering her twinkling eyes, Feng Qingchen said lazily: "Beiqi is not bad either. Even a small framer has unique skills and dares to spy on our country's military secrets. !¡±
Bei Zhennan was stunned, quickly stood up and asked: "What does King Guangping mean by this? What kind of framer?"
There was silence in the main hall, and all the ministers looked at the two people who were at war with each other, and then looked at the old emperor who was sitting firmly on the throne.
The old emperor said aloud: "Uncle Emperor, what is going on?"
King Guangping didn't even stand up. He just waved his hand lightly. Leng Jiu escorted a man in his thirties up. It was Master Chen, the mounting master that An Yi saw at the Yamen of Ping'an Town last time. But now he was dressed in all the clothes. Wearing black night clothes, with scars all over his body, he looked very embarrassed. He was no longer the gentle and gentle person he was before.
Bei Zhennan¡¯s eyes darkened and he couldn¡¯t help but clenched his fingers.
Chen Feihua¡¯s martial arts skills are not weak, and he is a descendant of the Chen family. This time he took him into Dragon City, took the opportunity to make friends with Dragon City officials, and then spy on military secrets. It was originally a seamless thing, how could it be
"Chen Feihua, what on earth is going on?" Bei Zhennan asked in a deep voice.
Chen Feihua lowered his head and said nothing, then suddenly bit his tongue and committed suicide.
??This Chen Feihua will not die sooner or later, but he actually met the emperor of the Longjin Dynasty and Beizhen Nancai. Doesn't this show that he has a guilty conscience and is afraid that Beizhen and Nanqiu will settle the score?
Bei Zhennan's eyes darkened. His people were all specially trained. He firmly believed that Chen Feihua did not betray him, but King Guangping had high-end methods and did not let Chen Feihua die in prison. He only forced him to death when he reached the main hall. This Didn't you hit him hard in the face?
"Uncle Emperor, is this person really a member of King Qin?" the old emperor asked, as if he still didn't want to believe it, "Longjin has been on good terms with Northern Qi for generations, and now King Qin and my royal family are in-laws, why do you do this?" What about the matter?"
Feng Qingchen smiled coldly: "I have to ask King Qin now!"
Feng Qingchen looked around at the ministers sitting here again: "Those here who have had contact with the craftsmen of the Northern Qi Dynasty know it well!"
As soon as Feng Qingchen finished speaking, the expressions of several important ministers could not help but change, including Ni Zhenzi, the Minister of Rites.
Ni Zhenzi was so happy that he had recently become close to a master of instrumental music in the Northern Qi Dynasty. He even invited the master of instrumental music to live in his house for a few days. He even asked the musicians in the house to learn from this master of instrumental music and arranged a good performance. I invited my close friends to watch the show. Many people in Longcheng knew about it.
"If these people in Northern Qi are obviously craftsmen but are actually spies, then (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com