The people around him were shocked by her words, took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and he looked at her like a ghost.

"Little... Miss, this is the Seventh Prince's Mansion." Xi Po around him replied tremblingly.

Feng Qinghua's face darkened, and her cold eyes swept around and fell on those people one by one. Those people subconsciously fought a cold war.

Seeing this, Feng Qinghua took out a piece of bright yellow in his hand and said aloud: "I am the marriage that the emperor personally pointed out, that is, half of the mistress of this royal palace. If you do not do what I am saying today, you will not be able to get married today and lose the royal face. You can consider the life of your family for yourself."

Everyone pondered, yes, smashing the door, being punished, not only their own lives, but also their lives are gone.

Several people held a thick log and began to smash the gate of the Seven Princes Mansion.

The rest of the people at the gate held their breath, and the loud noise was like a knock on their hearts, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong.

Feng Qinghua moved up the steps in a few steps. Looking at the still solid iron door, his cuffs swayed, and a powerful quiet current hit the log. With a bang, the gate of Prince Chen's mansion slowly opened from the outside to the inside.

Within the gate, hundreds of guards stood quietly on both sides holding weapons, looking at the woman standing in the middle with a stern look.

Feng Qinghua's legs entered the threshold, facing the sword light and shadow, she was not afraid at all, but said excitedly: "This wedding is quite interesting, where is the Seventh Prince?"

"Get out!" said the leader's guard angrily.

"Retreat?" Feng Qinghua not only did not retreat, but instead took two steps ahead. Suddenly a cold light flashed through the door. Feng Qinghua turned his head and snatched the man's elbow. The sword in the guard's hand immediately hit the ground.

"Where is your prince? The princess came in but didn't see the prince. This is inconsistent." Feng Qinghua said with a smile.

"You are worthy of seeing our prince?" The guard said coldly: "The prince does not admit this marriage at all. Now that you have broken through the gate of the palace, it is a more serious crime!"

"Don't admit it?" Feng Qinghua sneered and said, "Then I have to ask your princes carefully, but if the imperial edict is ignored, is the power of the entire Seventh Prince's Mansion greater than the imperial power!"

As he said that, he was about to go forward. When the other guards saw this, they were about to go forward, and they heard: "Get back."

The tone is cold and the words are calm.

The people in front of them were well-trained and divided into two rows, just like pine and cypress.

The sound of the wheels crushing the ground from far to near, Feng Qinghua looked up.

I saw the man wearing a black robe and his long hair was loosely draped behind him. He seemed to have just woken up, but he did not feel lazy at all. His eyes were like sharp eagles shot straight at her.

The only drawback is that he has half a mask on his face, covering half of his face. Even so, he can't hide his strong aura.

This is the God of War in the past. The Seventh Prince who has not seen in the royal palace for three years has not seen him?

The imperial edict has never said that these seven princes were not only paralyzed, but also ruined their appearance.

"What should we do to break my door?" Zhan Beixiao's cold words sounded, and they were as cunning as ice.

Feng Qinghua got closer to him and said aloud: "Your Majesty, you are here just right. You guards are not very good at not letting you enter the door. You have to punish him for not having to eat for three days and three nights. As for what the prince said about the collision of the door, I don't know who is so ugly. Even though you know that you are getting married today, you actually closed the door. For the sake of the prince, the little girl had to hit the door. Fortunately, she has entered your door now."

After a while, everyone who was greeting the bride took a deep breath of air conditioning.

Is the second lady afraid of life or keeping it in the boudoir? I don’t know how powerful this master is, and he dares to talk to the prince like this.

"Nangong Yueluo?" Zhan Beixiao's eyes were well versed in, and he half-squinted his eyes, revealing a hint of coldness.

"That's right." Feng Qinghua responded, folding her hands in front of her, graceful and generous.

"Come on, tie him up on a sedan chair and return the same way! Let the Prime Minister discipline him well."
Chapter completed!