The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Lin Qingran made enough mental preparations, followed Yun Zheng up the hillside, and when she looked down carefully, she gasped after just one glance.

In front of the towering palace, there is a boundless square, in which there are densely packed and strict formations of black-clothed and black-armored people.

Teams, rows, criss-crossing, at a glance, you can't see the edge, look at this scene, there are not hundreds of thousands, maybe there are hundreds of thousands.

Although Lin Qingran was the number one woman among women, she had experienced all kinds of riches, magnificence, and solemn scenes, but she was still the first to face such a magnificent battle and see so many sergeants who were like sharp blades and swords all at once. This time, I was still a little stage fright at the moment, and it was shameful to find that my legs were weak.

It's true, she didn't change her face at the empress ceremony back then, but today her legs are weak, she is really too timid.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked imposingly at the fugitive men in black below. These people stood there motionless like sculptures. If it weren't for the weapons in their hands that reflected the cold light in the sun, they would have let them down. Lin Qingran felt a little angry, and believed that they were alive, otherwise they would not be able to tell.

At this moment, Yun Zheng led her to take a step forward, and as he walked out, Lin Qingran suddenly felt the atmosphere change, as if a flame was burning, those eyes just now were calm, without a trace All the men in black in waves looked over, their eyes were as warm as the summer sun, full of scorching worship and crazy admiration.

With just such a simple step, this thin but solid boy brought these sculpture-like men in black back to life.

This is a kind of belief, worship from the heart.

It was only at this moment that Lin Qingran realized that the young man holding her hand was the ever-victorious general who was victorious in all battles, the God of War in the hearts of countless soldiers.

Yun Zheng stood still, his eyes slowly glanced at the man in black's punch, and then he raised his other hand extremely slowly.

It was another simple action, but the consequences of this simple action were still earth-shattering.

It was him who raised his hand, and the endless black-clothed sergeants below knelt down on one knee at the same time, and silently saluted Yun Zheng.

How spectacular that is!

How exciting that is!

How dazzling that is!

At this moment, Lin Qingran finally understands why men are keen on power and high positions, because this feeling is so infatuating and exciting that even a woman like her can't help but be full of enthusiasm at this moment, let alone men are naturally passionate.

Just at this moment, boundless, at a glance, people who seem to extend to the horizon, kneel and salute in unison, how magnificent is that, straight back, curved, worshiping from the heart, how is that Exciting?

Lin Qingran had been worshiped by hundreds of officials before, but it was not as touching as it is now, even at this moment, she is just a bystander!

Lin Qingran never thought that in such a scene, holding his hand, standing beside Yun Zheng, and looking down at the vastness of life together with him would make her feel more emotional than ascending to the highest position among women in the world. surging.

Is it because you like this person, so even just company is enough to satisfy your heart?

Is it because the person accompanying me is Yun Zheng, so I feel so empathetic?