In the voice of a sneer, two figures walk in slowly. One of them, shoulder, is occupied by foxes, and the other, looks beautiful.

"Sister Yunxuan, you are so big. Do you think you are the king of Xuanyan? I have asked you to wait for you for such a long time. " Nie Qingyue giggles.

Looking at the seat at the bottom, Lu Yunxuan has no wave in her eyes.

Nie Qingyue is in the first place.

She''s at the bottom.

This position is inferior to that of an ordinary minister.

At the same time is the father of people, Xuanyan king to her, how cold-blooded and merciless.

"Lu Yunxuan, why don''t you explain to me so late?" Xuanyan Wang Weiyan road.

"What explanation do you want to hear?" Lu Yunxuan looks at Xuanyan King indifferently.

"Presumptuous, how can you talk to your father?"

Nie Qingyue pretended to be angry and said, "do you have any tutors! Oh, I forgot. You have a mother, but no mother. No wonder you are so cultivated. "

Lu Yunxuan''s beautiful eyes are cold.

She hated people most, talking about her dead mother.

"You, first kneel on your knees for a quarter of an hour and apologize to your uncles as a punishment for coming late and not knowing the etiquette." The cold way of King Xuanyan.

He actually asked Lu Yunxuan, the party involved in the xuanwang verdict, to kneel down in public.

Ignoring Xuanyan Wang, Lu Yunxuan pulls out her seat and sits down.

"You..." King Xuanyan''s face was angry.

How dare Lu Yunxuan disobey him?

"Xuanwang decides whether to start or not."

Put the Xuanyan order sent by Gong Liangyun on the table, and Lu Yunxuan said, "according to the old king''s will, I should be the new king of Xuanyan, and your flaming patterns should be placed in front of me."

Every high-ranking member of Xuanyan Empire holds the flaming pattern.

It''s a symbol of their power.

All the affairs of Xuanyan Empire were decided by King Xuanyan and them.

The number of inflamed lines is different with different identities.

Ordinary courtiers only hold one.

Wu Xiang, holding 10 pieces.

Holding 20 pieces, Lingbei palace.

King Xuanyan, holding 30 pieces.

Gong Liangyun, Lu Jinxuan, and the generals in the army also hold a lot of them, but they seldom participate in the affairs of the royal family.

Looking at xuanyanling at Lu Yunxuan''s desk, many people scoff, and some even sneer.

Xuanyan order?

As long as they don''t approve, it''s rubbish.

The contemptuous attitude of these people made several people loyal to the old king very indignant.

"Good, good, good!"

Nie Qingyue jokingly stood up and pushed the three flaming patterns along the table to Lu Yunxuan: "Xinwang, this is your flaming pattern. Please put it away."

Nie Qingyue read the two words "Xinwang" very loud and full of irony.

Apart from her and a few old and stubborn people, who would vote Yanwen to Lu Yunxuan?

"My inflamed lines."

"This is mine!"

"Xuanyan is controlled by the second princess, which is the right way."

One flaming pattern is placed in front of Nie Qingyue.

In a flash.

The number has reached 81!

"Hum!"

After a light glance at Lu Yunxuan, Xuanyan king turned his hand and patted 30 flaming lines beside Nie Qingyue: "to be a man, you should know your weight, what you should touch and what you should not touch, what doesn''t belong to you, don''t be paranoid."

Lu Yunxuan laughed at herself.

Delusion?

When did she dream.

If it was not for Lao Wang''s will, she would not have stepped here.

"One hundred and eleven."

Looking at Lu Yunxuan''s less than ten flaming marks, Nie Qingyue smiles modestly: "it seems that I am more popular. My character is excellent."

The implication is that Lu Yunxuan is unpopular and inferior.

After the emperor Xuanyan put down the pattern.

Beigong Ling came from the rear and put twenty flaming patterns in front of Nie Qingyue in the respectful address: "the position of Xuanyan king should be inherited by the destiny, not by some cheap bone."

In Xiao Yang''s eyes, there was a cold light.

He was determined to kill Beigong Ling.

"One hundred and thirty-one." Nie Qingyue smiles.

"Xuanyan king, the mother of the North Palace."

The burly figure came out of the door. Wu Liang gave Xiao Yang a cold look and put down ten flaming lines.

One hundred forty-one!

A person in front of the inflammatory lines, pile like a hill.

One person in front of the inflammatory lines, scattered.

The result of King Xuan''s decision is clear.

Looking at Lu Yunxuan sitting alone, the eyes of all the ministers were full of ridicule. Beigong Ling and Wu Xuan were not used for this decision, but Nie Qingyue invited them.It''s an insult.

It''s also provocative.

"Sister Yunxuan, it seems that I won."

Nie Qingyue pretended to sigh: "in fact, I didn''t want the throne of Xuanyan king, but you uncles and uncles, I just want to accept it."

I want to be crazy, but I don''t want to.

What an affectation.

"Hum."

Lu Xuan is also a member of the royal family. After Lu Xuan''s death, he has no eyes for them.

Who let Lu qingluan die too early to continue to work for Xuanyan?

All the old people in Xuanyan know.

When Lu qingluan married king Xuanyan, he was the Ninth level king of spirit.

And the king of Xuanyan is only the sixth level.

In the hearts of some in the royal family.

Lu qingluan is a tool for Xuanyan to open up territory.

"You really don''t want to be king Xuanyan?" Xiao Yang raises his eyes and looks at Nie Qingyue calmly.

"I don''t want it." Leng for a while, Nie Qingyue innocently spread out her hand, and the smile on her face was full of sarcasm.

"Good."

Take out a few notes, after burning, Xiao Yang calmly said: "you come here."

The note goes out.

Nie Qingyue looks at Xiao Yang interestingly.

Come here?

Who''s coming?

Gong Liangyun?

"Sensationalism." Xuanyan King coldly looked at Xiao Yang, and then stood up, ready to leave here. Beigong Ling''s expression was very happy.

After Nie Qingyue succeeded to the throne, Gong Liangyun had no reason to favor Lu Yunxuan.

At that time.

It''s the death of Lu Yunxuan and Xiao Yang!

King Xuanyan turned around and was about to raise his feet.

"King Xuanyan, long time no see."

Gong Liangyun walks in with a smile and puts down ten flaming patterns in front of Lu Yunxuan. Xuanyan King nods his head lightly without any expression. Nie Qingyue''s eyes are cold light.

The next moment.

Nie Qingyue''s eyes suddenly open. An old figure walks in from outside the hall. Ten flaming patterns are also placed in front of Lu Yunxuan.

Lu Jinxuan!

"Why did he come?"

"Tianxing Pavilion, does not it never interfere with the Royal decision?"

"And support Lu Yunxuan?"

The ministers were in an uproar, and the hearts of King Xuanyan and Beigong Ling suddenly beat a few times.

Lu Jinxuan''s flaming lines, although only ten, but his attitude, but crucial.

The sphere of influence of Tianxing Pavilion is all over Xuanyan empire. If it is united, it can even compete with the royal family.

Lu Jinxuan, why do you want to wade in this muddy water?

"Lord Lu..." Xuanyan Wang smiles and wants to ask questions.

"Young master Xiao."

Standing behind Xiao Yang, Lu Jinxuan stood with his hands tied and looked respectful.

"Well."

Xiao Yang nodded lightly.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Everyone''s eyes to Lu Jinxuan were very dull.

How could Lu Jinxuan stand behind a young man in his hand?

They''re looking at it!