The heavy palace door was slowly pushed open, and strong sunlight poured in from this gate, pulling everything in the doorway into a slender shadow on the marble floor.

It's noon, when the sun is at its strongest, but it can't shine through this Hanyuan Palace.

Because the doors and windows of the whole hall were closed, the sunlight was blocked by the heavy wooden planks. The construction specifications of Hanyuan Hall were originally built in accordance with the highest sacrificial temple at that time, and there was a very important element in the ancient concept of building a temple - that is, closure.

Temples dedicated to ancestors and gods must be enclosed, because the gods should not be disturbed by anyone or anything, not even the sun. Only when the gods need the sun can the sun appear, and then they can open other doors and windows.

And in the center of this Hanyuan Palace, the high platform throne is the location of the statue.

But when Mo Zhiyu stepped into this hall, he couldn't see the position of the throne at a glance, because the sunlight at the gate could only reach the front of the stairs of the throne platform, and not even the carpet on the stairs, as if even the sunlight was crawling under the throne.

After listening to Yun Shi's analysis of the construction of this hall before, Mo Zhiyu only felt a little mocking when he saw what he saw now. The previous owners of this palace had never received the worship they wanted, but instead groveled under the oppression of the five major sects.

But now, the owner of this palace has finally turned over, but he always feels that this turned over palace is even darker than before.

The officials at the door did not follow Mo Zhiyu into the main hall, but just waited quietly at the gate, and had no intention of closing the door.

Mo Zhiyu didn't know what these people wanted to do, and he didn't care, so he strode in alone, until he reached the end of the light and shadow on the ground.

When he got there, he looked up at the throne, and he was finally able to see some figures on the throne.

He stood at the end of this light, with his hands behind his back, and still tilted his head to look at the figure with a big grin, and asked with an indifferent look: "Your Majesty called me alone, just to let me see your shadow?" This place is so big, you can't open the windows and don't light the lights, is it because it's cooler? ”

"Hmph."

The person on the throne laughed softly, as if he admired Mo Zhiyu's appearance, but it seemed very mysterious. Then the figure moved, and slowly walked down the steps, towards the ink delirium, and when the figure reached the end of the steps, the ink delirium finally saw the person clearly.

Chen Ye, the appearance of the current emperor.

Chen Ye was still half-hidden in the shadows of the palace, but it was enough for Mo Zhiyu to see his entire face clearly, even more clearly than the last time he was in the cell.

The current Chen Ye is wearing a black robe, although the corners of the robe are embroidered with red stripes, but most of the area on his body is a dragon embroidered with teeth and claws in gold, which is much more toothy and clawed than the black dragon on Mo Zhiyu's own body.

Now Chen Ye has all his hair tied up, he is wearing a flat crown, and the mustache on his lips is gone, not only does he look much younger, but he also looks heroic.

Looking at it like this, Mo Zhiyu really felt that Chen Ye was a bit like the ancestor in his name, the legendary "Emperor Chentian" - Chen Yun.

"I think, Mr. Yunda should have told you about our royal family," Chen Ye looked at Mo Zhiyu quietly, smiling slightly, as if he wanted to show a sense of intimacy, "I and you, and I and those people, are different. ”

"What's different?" Mo Zhiyu pretended to be confused and asked, "Because I saved you in the prison?" It's all a play, it's not necessary, right? ”

"That scene is indeed fake, but the blood flowing in our bodies is real." Chen Ye said slowly, "Although I am not a natural godborn, I have the blood of the Yan clan in my veins, so I am the same as you, I am a member of the Yan family. ”

"Seems so." Mo Zhiyu still looked confused, "Shouldn't I be happy, I have become a relative of the emperor?" ”

"Mr. Mo is a smart person, smart people like to pretend to be confused, but I like to explain the plain." Chen Ye smiled lightly, and then said very arrogantly, "I want to crown you as the king, the fief is not only the current Shikang County, but also Changning County to the north, Zhaoming County to the south, and the three counties in the west of Chang'an are all sealed to you!" ”

Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a look of surprise, and then said with great difficulty: "I said Your Majesty, you gave me so many things at once, I can't finish it, you are too lazy to be a big person, you better take it back." ”

"You must accept it, because you are my blood sibling," Chen Ye looked at Mo Zhiyu very seriously, "so I am willing to give it to you, because this is the world of our Yan family!" ”

When talking about "the world", Chen Ye suddenly opened his arms, and the doors and windows of the entire hall were also opened at this moment, and the sunlight rushed in, and finally all gathered on the throne and gathered on Chen Ye's body. Chen Ye's open team of wide sleeves fluttered in the wind in this light, looking very tall and sacred, like a statement!

If Mo Zhiyu was a pious Hongtian sect member, he would definitely be shocked by such a scene, and then bow and worship, but Mo Zhiyu was not, just a silent spectator, quietly watching the emperor's pretending show, and then not even commenting, making this spectacular scene a little embarrassing.

And Chen Ye didn't feel embarrassed, but took another step forward and really walked in front of Mo Zhiyu, but he was not as tall as Mo Zhiyu, so he couldn't give him a condescending feeling in terms of height, so he could only try to be equal in eye contact with Mo Zhiyu.

"You know what I mean," Chen Ye said, not using "I", but "I", "We are different from those guys, we are blood brothers, and we can form a real alliance." ”

"Your Majesty can't trust the Seven Divine Descendants?" Mo Zhiyu's expression finally became a little more serious.

"It's not that I can't believe it, it's just that I think our family is actually the master of this world, so the rules between the gods and the descendants can't come as before." Chen Ye smiled slightly and said, "There has never been equality in the world, and in all words, only one person's words can be tolerated in the end." ”

Mo Zhiyu nodded slightly and said, "This is reasonable, but all smart people like to talk to people who can speak." ”