People in the front courtyard of the Prince Mansion come and go, and the gate of the door.
He Jie's luxurious peach -in -law's clothing, particularly conspicuous in the crowd, with a dignified smile on his face, greet the guests from time to time.
The five moments have passed, and when everyone thinks that Princess Xu will not come to the banquet, Feng Qing never comes from the backyard to the front yard. When preparing to kill the food, a soft collapse of the top of the top flew from the sky.
Then, then
The blue curtain of the soft collapse of the four weeks falls down, and the curtain can be seen faintly in the curtain.
"Come! There is a thorns ..." A guard in the prince's palace exhaled out, and the assassin's word said that before the word of the assassin, he was stopped by Feng Qing's gesture.
The eyes of everyone present were all fixed on the luxurious and mysterious soft collapse.
The woody wood is made of agarwood. There is also a very dazzling agate crystal hanging above the curtain.
Standing a guard on the four corners and holding one side with your hand to keep the car's flat.
The soft collapse fell from the sky, and slowly returned to the ground.
One of the guards lifted the car curtain and said respectful, "Lord Xu, to."
Feng Qingcang stood up lazily from the soft collapse, and first walked out of the car.
Xin Maer stared at his back, followed him, and came out. Just come to participate in a meeting, should you be so conspicuous!
When everyone saw Feng Qingcang's cold face, they just curious that they all suppressed them.
In the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, I dare to shake so much in the prince's house.
Therefore, it is not surprising.
Xin Maer followed Feng Qingcang with his head. Her man was really unusual.
Feng Qing looked at Feng Qingcang with a smile, "Brother Emperor, you are finally here."
Feng Qing nodded, without answering his words, he crossed Feng Qing to the main position that Feng Qing was originally sitting, and sat down.
Xin Maer naturally sat next to him, occupying where He Jie should sit.
Feng Qingju's face sank suddenly.
This is not in his Xuwang Mansion. This is the prince's house. Feng Qingli should sit on the guest position. He sitting in the main position in front of so many people does not mean that he is calling everyone.
Is it higher than the prince?
The rest of the guests looked at each other. Although they knew the style of Xu Wang's work, why did not expect that the Xu Wanghui would not be like this today, and it was clear that His Royal Highness was not in his eyes.
Since His Royal Highness is not in his eyes, what else do you come today? It is better to stay in the Xuwang Mansion without having to come out, just.
Of course, these words, they only dare to say in their hearts, no one dares to go out and open the words.
A group of people secretly looked at Feng Qingcang's face, and saw that he looked dark and there were signs of cramps on his face. Obviously, he tried to suppress his inner anger.
And the woman He Jie, who was standing by Feng Qing, was not good -looking.
After sitting down, Feng Qingcang took a sip of tea and nodded, "Well, the taste is good."
It seemed that at this time, when Feng Qing was still standing, he pointed to his first seat, and said in the attitude of a master's family, "What are your brothers so restrained? Three emperors, sit."
Culture and military officials, "..." How did this position come over? Who is the Lord and who is a guest?
Xin Maer, "..." You can be shameless. However, she likes it.
"The emperor's brother does not need to be polite. Your emperor's brother is right. The family does not need to be polite." Xin Moer seemed to be uncomfortable enough.
Feng Qingjie then moved her eyes on Xin Moer's face. In the sun, her big face, exquisite facial features, folds shining, as if a layer of halo was paced, but she could not be blasphemy from a distance.
Compared with the past, the appearance adds a beautiful and charming atmosphere.
He glanced at He Jie's deep head.
He Jie's body was shaking, and she quickly lowered her head. Buried the sharpness in her eyes.
Six years ago, she clearly remembered that there were two long scars on Xin Moer's face, which was impossible to cure. Why is Xin Moer's face so smooth and moist at this moment?
What's more, He Jie remembers very clearly that when she reported to Gong Yan at the beginning, Gong Yan's face was a fierce face, and the momentum was to destroy Xin Mo'er's foxing face and asked her small life.
How could it make Xin Moer come back without injury after six years?
Although He Jie did not know what happened on the way, she believed that even if Xin Moer could come back alive, she must have damaged her face. She dare not appear in front of everyone, or she would cover her ugliness.
Then I invited her to come to the prince.
The purpose is certainly not the relationship between contact, but to humiliate Xin Mo'er to suppress Xuwangfu.
Because the position of Princess Xu is not everyone can sit.
A woman with severe appearance will be discussed by everyone, and most of the guests from Prince Mansion today are princes, and Xin Moer will not make Xin Moer better.
At least verbally, she can let her be nowhere to be done.
Now, Xin Maer returned to Nanzhao intact, and Feng Qingcang returned to the previous work and rest. Normally, he normal to help the emperor to deal with the memorials.
This is greatly unfavorable to the Prince Mansion.
Feng Qing never hidden the anger in his heart, a smile on his face, sitting on the guest seat, and looked at Xin Moer, "I didn’t expect to see it for a few years, the little emperor's tenderness was more delicate.
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Feng Qingcang's faint interface said, "Princess Xu of this king, the appearance is not bad."
Xin Maer, "..." Your sister, grandma, I am a person and not dessert.
Feng Qingjie, "I haven't seen Xiaohuang's sister -in -law in six years. At first sight, the little emperor is even better than that year. I don't know. The little emperor has to pull a child in the past six years.
Come here. "
Xin Maer raised his eyebrows, and she just heard the sound of Feng Qing's string in the string of Feng Qing. Isn't she just wanting to buckle a shit basin on her head and let Feng Qingcang shame.
She couldn't want him!
Xin Moya glanced at He Jie, who stood behind Feng Qing with a long look. "The princess was not calculated by the adulterer six years ago, and she almost killed.
It is difficult to treat the general doctor, and A Cang sent the princess to the Wuji Palace, which was far away, and gave it to the Lord of the Wuji Palace. Because I was worried about A Cang's thoughts.
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Wuji Palace! Everyone was speechless. The Lord of Wuji Palace not only had a magical medical skills, and a martial arts were also unpredictable.
No one knows what the Lord of the Wuji Palace is called. Only those who can see the Lord of the Promise Palace are only underground ghosts.