When the other ministers saw this, they no longer dared to move. There was no doubt that if they saved the Lord Protector, they would be thrown into the Emperor's body by King Qingyao as human flesh buns, damaging the dragon's body. It would be a capital crime to insult the Lord.
But if the Holy Master is in danger, it is a serious crime for them not to lend a helping hand and to watch the fire from the other side.
Each of the ministers was in trouble. They seemed to have twisted their intestines thousands of times. Their worried expressions made the air distorted. The expressions on their faces were all complicated, and their eyebrows were twisted.
Together, the face is very different from the previous one.
In the end, they all adopted the most strategic strategy and fell to the ground... pretending to be stunned.
This is considered a fault at most. It will neither be treated like a meat bun and hit the emperor, nor can it be counted as watching the emperor being insulted.
In the blink of an eye, there were countless fainted fake corpses in the wedding hall.
Outside the wedding hall, Jun Feiyi had been standing for a long time. In fact, he had already seen everything that happened just now. The reason why he did not stop Jun Feimo was because there was no better opportunity to save him than now. This was the moment he was waiting for.
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Nowadays, none of those useless guards even have the courage to take action. They are stunned, and the courtiers are trying their best to pretend to be stunned.
The emperor was in an isolated and helpless situation, and the noble identity of the Miao saint was greatly challenged.
If he came to the rescue at this time and regained the emperor's dignity, maybe the emperor would give up the throne to him early soon.
To be honest, he didn't feel bad at all when the emperor was treated like this by Jun Feimo. All he cared about was the supreme throne.
But before he could get inside and take action, the red thread in Mo Feijun's hand was thrown out, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I've been pretending to be a turtle outside for so long, it's time to get out? Do you have to ask me to invite you? Or do you plan to continue on your own?
Cultivation to the realm of Bastard?"
"Pfft..." Yun Dieyi couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth curved like a crescent moon.
Turtle, bastard? When did he take the sharp line?
No matter what you say, it sounds like her speaking style. Should she and Mo Feijun investigate the copyright issue?
The red line was thrown in the air in a free arc, but it pointed directly at Jun Feiyi.
Jun Feiyi's figure flashed in the night. He originally thought he could easily avoid it, but the red thread followed him as if consciously. He avoided it lightly, and the red thread chased it even more casually. The two were entangled and kept close contact.
In the end, Mo Feijun really didn't have the patience to play with Jun Feiyi, so he directly applied more force on the red silk.
The red thread was like a tornado, mixed with domineering power, which stung Jun Feiyi's skin. It was difficult to avoid it. Inadvertently, his cheek touched the red thread, and all his skin suddenly turned black.
Qi, "poison..."
He was so surprised that he couldn't describe it. Many guards had been touched by the thread just now.
How could he, alone, be poisoned? And this poison is... lovesickness?
As the thought arose, he looked at Jun Feimo with horror in his eyes, as if he were seeing a giant python covered in poison, "You are not the imperial brother, how could that fool have such poison? Head of the Ming family, you..."
At this point, he could no longer utter a word and fainted.
A Taoist man smelling of alcohol came out of the air, called Jun Feiyi "disciple", and took him away.
From the beginning to the end, Mo Feijun's expression showed no emotion at all, as he had already guessed it.