After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for them to be noticed by Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan stood tall and tall, standing on the Seven Star Spirit Sword, frowning: "What are you following me for?"

Qi Jing said with a guilty conscience: "I, I don't care about you? Seeing your complexion is not good, I want to know what happened."

Yan Zhilan stared at him for a while, then jumped up, and the person teleported to him, and before Qi Jing and his party could react, she held Qi Jing's collar up. , Qi Jing's eyes flickered, and the next moment Yan Zhilan had already carried him and landed on the Seven Star Spirit Sword firmly.

Qi Jing reacted belatedly, inadvertently saw the towering mountain below out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help screaming: "It's so high!"

When he was walking with the guard Yujian just now, he was so focused on Yan Zhilan in front that he didn't even notice that Yujian was so tall!To know that he is so tall, he must kill his curiosity early, and he will never follow Yan Zhilan!This height is definitely beyond the range that normal humans can bear!

Standing on the seven-star sword that was only two fingers wide at this moment, Qi Jing regretted it a lot, and strongly suspected that Yan Zhilan wanted to kill him!In case he missed and threw himself down just now, he wouldn't be smashed to pieces!Besides, this sword is so thin, if the two big men stand on it, if they can't bear it and the sword body breaks, will he still have a life?

Qi Jing hugged Yan Zhilan's waist tightly subconsciously. Although he wanted to curse, but thinking of the situation at this moment, he closed his mouth cowardly and glared at the back of his head. If eyes can kill, this black-hearted Yan Zhi Lan had already been torn to pieces by him.

Yan Zhilan struggled a few times but didn't break free, so he simply let him go, he had other things in his mind, and he didn't think about why Qi Jing, as the number one expert in Dayue, was not used to flying with Yujian and was afraid of heights Terrified.

He wholeheartedly wanted to go back to Yan Mansion as soon as possible to verify the truth of what was said in the letter, until he saw Yan Mansion in front of him, he hurriedly put away his spirit sword and strode forward.

It's just that before he took a step, his waist tightened, and when he looked down, a pair of hands hugged him tightly from behind.

Yan Zhilan's heart was like an arrow, and he said in a deep voice, "Release."

Qi Jing wanted to cry without tears, and he also wanted to let go, but his legs are no longer in his hands, they have softened into two noodles, if he let go, without Yan Zhilan's support, he would immediately fall Can show him a five-body projection.

As the king of a country, doesn't he want to lose face?

Yan Zhilan's hand had already grasped his, and the next step was to shake him off.

Forget it, what is face?Qi Jing was able to bend and stretch, and his whole body was almost attached to Yan Zhilan's body, barely standing up, his legs were so soft that they didn't belong to him, stepping on the ground was like stepping on cotton balls, so soft that no effort was needed.

After finally regaining some consciousness, when he looked up, Yan Zhilan had already walked to the gate of Yan Mansion, leaving only his back.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

Qi Jing yelled, trotted to follow, and got in sideways before the gate of Yan Mansion was closed.

The two attendants of the Yan Mansion looked at each other, looked at Qi Jing and said hesitantly: "This young master..."

Because of the dark weather, Qi Jing was dressed like an ordinary commoner monk, and because of their low status, they never dared to look up at Jun's face, and they didn't recognize that the person in front of them was the monarch who was supposed to stay high in the palace. Want to stop him.

One of them, who was a little older, said: "Young master, the Yan Mansion does not accept outsiders today, please go back."

Qi Jing stretched his neck and looked around, but he didn't see Yan Zhilan's figure.Strange, I saw him coming in just now?

He straightened his expression, put on a harmless smile, and said, "I'm your son's friend, he invited me here."

The two attendants looked at each other, hesitating: "This..."

Qi Jing hurriedly said: "If you don't believe me, you can ask your son, here—hey! Yan Zhilan!"

It just so happened that Yan Zhilan's figure appeared in the flower gallery, Qi Jing hurriedly waved at him.

The flower corridor was surrounded by green vines, which half-hid Yan Zhilan's figure. Qi Jing saw that he turned his head slightly, as if he was talking to someone, so he didn't notice it at all.In a hurry, he walked over quickly.

When the two attendants heard him calling Yan Zhilan's name directly, they all showed surprised expressions. When they realized it, Qi Jing had almost walked up to Yan Zhilan.Seeing that Yan Zhilan heard the movement, he glanced this way, but didn't make a sound to stop him. It seemed that he was indeed the son's friend, so he felt relieved.

Qi Jing walked up to Yan Zhilan, only to realize that standing beside him was a man over half a century old, with white temple hair and a serious face, talking to Yan Zhilan, seeing Qi Jing walk away When he came over, he closed his mouth and only looked at Yan Zhilan anxiously.

Yan Zhilan gave him a soothing look, and said calmly: "Jing Bo, don't panic, I'll go and see first."

Qi Jing's eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, he had a beast-like intuition, and felt that something important had happened to the Yan family.

Yan Zhilan turned his head to face him, and saluted him as a monarch and minister, saying neither humble nor overbearing: "This is a family matter of Yan's family, so I don't need to worry about it, and I ask you to avoid it."

The Jing Bo he was talking about looked at Qi Jing in surprise, and after a while he realized that he also saluted: "Your Majesty."

Qi Jing was surrounded by them, wanted to avoid but couldn't, so he had to accept their salute, and said helplessly: "There is no need to be too polite, just get up." He turned his head to look at Yan Zhilan, and said sincerely: "I have no other words." It just means that you are in a hurry, as if you have encountered a difficult matter, and want to see if there is anything I can do to help."

Yan Zhilan couldn't hide the impatience and uneasiness between his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, please stay away."

Seeing his stubborn demeanor and resolute tone, Qi Jing could only resentfully say: "Okay."

Yan Zhilan recruited a person casually, and took him to the flower room to rest, while he hurried to the flower room with Jing Bo.

Qi Jing followed the attendant and turned left and right to the guest room. After the attendant retreated, he paced back and forth in the room. He always felt that Yan Zhilan's expression was unusual, and he became more and more curious. What made him so abnormal? whats the matter?

He carefully recalled Yan Zhilan's behavior, words and deeds, and suddenly remembered what Yan Zhilan asked him before, "You once asked me if I have brothers and sisters, how do you know?"

Qi Jing suddenly stopped, his heart pounding in his chest, he had a premonition that some truth was about to come out.Immediately, he was restless and felt that he had to go to the flower hall. He had a premonition that if he didn't go today, he would regret it in the future.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to summon the guards, and asked him to carefully bypass the Yan family's defense, and take him to the Yan family flower hall.

The flower hall of the Yan family was very easy to find, and after a while, Qi Jing was brought to a roof.

The guard lifted up a piece of tiles silently, and a ray of bright light came out from the room. Qi Jing knew very well that Yan Zhilan's spiritual power was profound, so afraid of being discovered by him, he held his breath and looked down cautiously.

In the brightly lit hall, an old man with white beard and hair was sitting at the head, with a very solemn expression.

Yan Zhilan stood under him, looking down at the opposite side.

Qi Jing followed his gaze, only to realize that there was a child about two or three years old standing opposite him, looking at him with big flickering eyes.Behind the young boy, there was a woman in tattered clothes and dusty kneeling.

The old man looked majestic, and said to the woman: "Say what you said just now, in detail, and tell Fanzhi every word."

"Yes, elder." The woman replied timidly, and quickly glanced at Yan Zhilan, who had a frosty face, and said, "I am Mei Niang, the wet nurse of Miss Jin's family in Ninghe County. Child..." She was speaking, pushed the young boy forward slightly, and said in a weak voice, "This child was born to Miss Jin's family, and she is also a poor child..."

The elders of Yan's family saw that she couldn't talk about the business, and there was a hint of impatience on her face, and she coughed heavily, which made Mei Niang's thin body tremble, terrified, and fell down in panic. Grabbing the ground with his head, he kept saying: "Master, spare your life, Master, spare your life..."

Elder Yan's family said impatiently: "Let's get to the point."

That Mei Niang was frightened and as timid as a mouse, when she heard his scolding, her body trembled again, snot and tears streaming down her face.

Yan Zhilan's eyelashes trembled, and he clenched his fists in his sleeves, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible: "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth if you have anything to say."

That Mei Niang looked at him in horror, after a long while, she finally nodded slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "This child...is the blood of the Yan family."

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