The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

The sedan chair is carried by two men and two women. In front are two women, one pink and one yellow, and behind are two men, one blue and one green. The skirts of the women's clothes and the corners of the men's clothes are flying with the light veil of the sedan chair.Fiction Rankings
Beside the sedan chair, there was a man with a silver mask following him. When Lu Ling saw the person coming, his eyes were like stars, staring at the person in the sedan chair. It was him, it was really him. The person next to him?

"Master of the Underworld Palace"

Someone below exclaimed, no one expected that they would come today.

"Who's in the sedan chair?"

"I don't know, is there such a person in the martial arts?"

People were whispering below, and the people in high positions seemed to have not heard, all eyes were on the people in the sedan chair.

The sedan chair slowly came down, and two women and two men stood at the four corners of the sedan chair. Jun Jianxie stepped forward, bent down, stretched out his hand, and waited for the person inside to come out like a gentleman.

Green onion fingers protruded from the inside, just looking at those hands that were crystal clear like jade, everyone was curious about what the person inside looked like.

Lazily, Feng Qining came out from inside, wearing a moon-white robe, her face was like a crown of jade, and her pair of charming eyes added a lot of femininity to her, but this did not hinder her beauty.

Elegant and compelling, magnificent, isn't that what it is?

Everyone looked at Feng Qining with a little madness.

"Why are you so stupid? Are you so surprised to see Master Ben?"

Opening the fan, Feng Qining's brows twitched, she was so glamorous in an instant, it was enough to make a city fall.

"who are you?"

Cheng Yaojin, who came out halfway, made Murong Zheng's tone cold, but he still kept a smile on his face. Feng Qining couldn't understand why a smiling face could say such words like a poisonous snake.

"Who is Ben Shao, do I need to tell you?"

His brows were like frost, his tone was cold and harsh, exuding a subdued arrogance, which was extremely compelling. Murong Zheng sized him up, listened to his address, and expressed his guess.

"You are Feng Wu Shao"

"That's right, I know this young master, the ambition of the regent is still the same, no wonder he wants to compete with us for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, but listen to this young master, at your age, it's better to take care of your grandson at home, and you have to obey the old when you are old."

You can't win, and Murong Zheng couldn't hear the meaning behind his words, but before he could get angry, he was startled by Feng Qining's address, he knew himself.

He knew his identity, he thought he hid it well enough, and planned all this for another five years, how did the person in front of him know?