"I know that my seventh brother is difficult to deal with. His personality is like this. Even if there is no result with him, there are still many men. Don't curse yourself like this." He An said comfortingly, with sincerity in his eyes.

If Feng Qinghua hadn't known that He An still felt guilty towards Princess Xilan, she would have almost thought that she was scolding herself in a roundabout way.

Feng Qinghua felt a little tired and waved her hand: "Okay, then don't give me and your seventh brother random advice. I have given up. Don't poke my wound again, it hurts."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. Sit down quickly. Don't be angry." Princess He An quickly helped her sit down. Looking at her weak look, she turned to look at her seventh brother, feeling a little unfair.

Authentic: "Brother Qi, what do you think is wrong with Princess Xilan?"

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "I like ugly people."

Princess He'an said that Brother Qi really did everything he could to reject Princess Xilan, and she could think of all the reasons to be so irritating.

Although Princess Xilan is not the most beautiful in the world, she can never be called ugly.

"Brother Qi." Princess Hean also wanted to say something to Princess Xilan.

"Go aside." The man said coldly.

"Oh." He and Princess An returned to their place dejectedly.

"Good acting skills." Zhan Beixiao said coldly.

Feng Qinghua snorted coldly: "It's not just acting, I'm really angry."

"Why don't you just leave if you're angry?"

Feng Qinghua spoke righteously: "The banquet hasn't started yet."

"Foodie."

"You are."

"I can't bear it."

"vicious."

"Not as good as you."

"The drama queen."

"You are."

Feng Qinghua was angry and glared at him: "Don't imitate me."

"Then you leave the table." Zhan Beixiao had some free time.

Feng Qinghua said coldly: "I won't talk to you anymore."

After saying that, he really ignored him and regarded him as a pillar. He looked at the sky, the earth, and the flowers, but not at him.

I have always treated others coldly, but I have never been treated so coldly.

Zhan Beixiao felt a little uncomfortable.

Her mind began to recall what she had just said, "Who wants him to like it?"

Is it an act or is it real?

Is he that bad?

The Seventh Prince, who has always been conceited, began to doubt his own charm.

Due to the cold war between the two, the originally lively hall seemed to have suddenly become silent.

The sound of talking and walking is almost non-existent.

Everyone thought that Zhan Beixiao was on the verge of breaking out at this moment, and bloodshed might occur in the next second. No one had been implicated at this juncture and would have been killed.

The eldest prince sat where he was, sweating on his forehead.

What happened to his royal sister?

Weren't we already making rapid progress with Zhan Beixiao in the morning? How come we were so disliked in less than a day?

I had told her earlier that Zhan Beixiao had a weird personality and she couldn't lose her temper like this. Now it was good. After Zhan Beixiao said a few unpleasant words, she became so angry that she lost her mind and even pretended to like him.

Isn’t it coming?

"Messenger, are you scared?" The minister on the side kindly handed over a handkerchief and asked in a low voice, almost in a breathy voice.

The eldest prince took it and thanked him, wiping the sweat stains and hissing: "Yes, our princess is too willful."

"Hey, let me tell you, you should give your princess more advice. Don't love someone you shouldn't love. It's a waste of your life." The minister sighed.

"Why do you say this, sir? Is it good for our two countries to form the Qin and Jin Dynasties?"

"Messenger, let me tell you secretly, the Seventh Prince, he has mysophobia. Whenever someone touches him, no matter who it is, his life will be in danger. There was once a banquet, and a palace maid was just pouring wine.

I accidentally touched his sleeve and was shot to death on the spot. The blood flowed for several feet."

The eldest prince didn't know about this: "Mysophobia, then his princess."

"Don't you know? The Seventh Princess and the Seventh Prince don't live in the same courtyard, so it's impossible to get what you princess wants." The minister said as if he was a worldly expert, and after touching it, there was no result.

The beard that exists.

Hearing this, the eldest prince began to hesitate in his heart. Originally, he planned to let the imperial sister marry the seventh prince, and use the seventh prince's power and his methods to compete with the prince for the throne, and then disrupt Tianling.

Now it seems that this road may not work?

Even if the imperial sister is accused of being married, I'm afraid she will live in a corner like the seventh princess?

At this moment, I heard the minister say: "It's over, messenger, prepare to collect the body of your princess. She is seeking death again."

The eldest prince's heart skipped a beat and he followed the messenger's words and looked over.

I don't know that the two people being talked about are still in a cold war.

Zhan Beixiao endured his temper and sat quietly, but Feng Qinghua beside him would rather talk and laugh with the palace maid behind him than talk to him, which made him furious inside, and he didn't want to take the initiative to talk to her.

Then, thinking of something, Zhan Beixiao took something into his arms, took out the luminous pearl, pretended to play with it calmly, and glanced at the woman beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Feng Qinghua was holding a flower in her hand. The petals were gorgeous and decorated on her white hands like meticulous paintings.

After finishing it for a while, she felt bored, and then she glanced aside from the corner of her eye and saw an object in the man's hand.

Night Pearl!

The bead, which was as big as a night-glow pearl, was placed obediently in the man's hand. The man's fingers occasionally touched it, and the light on the bead flashed past.

Absolutely a treasure!

Feng Qinghua stared with bright eyes and couldn't help but said: "Is this the luminous pearl you want to give me?"

When Zhan Beixiao heard this, he felt content in his heart.

Humph, why don't you take the initiative to talk to me?

He was happy in his heart, but he said coldly on his face: "Don't talk to me."

Too arrogant.

Feng Qinghua didn't care what she had said earlier. She remembered that Zhan Beixiao had said that he would give her the Night Pearl. She had sacrificed half of her bed in exchange for this, and she deserved it.

"Well, if you don't say anything, why don't you give it to me?" Feng Qinghua's eyes focused on the night pearl little by little, and she couldn't help but move her body in the direction of Zhan Beixiao.

She was completely unaware that her actions at this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, were simply a path to death.

Zhan Beixiao frowned: "Don't be so close to me!"

"Then give it to me, didn't you promise to give it to me?" Feng Qinghua said with a somewhat anxious voice.

"I told you, that will be later. Now that I am not familiar with you, I will give you the things. If someone sees me, they will think that I have other ideas about Princess Xilan." Zhan Beixiao said in a dignified manner.

"Then I'll take a look first."

"Too close!" Zhan Beixiao said arrogantly, his words laced with disgust.

"Well, it's not close, it's not close. I just want to see how big the night pearl is, and I don't know if I can wrap it around it with one hand." Feng Qinghua wanted to stare directly at the night pearl, but Zhan Bei
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