When Jiu Ci saw the expression of the Seventh Palace King, he knew what the Seventh Palace King was thinking under his Heavenly Spirit Cap. He silently felt a sweat for the Seventh Palace King and had already started to sympathize with this grandpa who had taken up the new official position.
I thought that one of the two girls was better than the other, but little did they know that the young man was better than the old man, and the little bun was even more cunning than his mother.
Little Baozi stretched out his hands towards the Seventh Palace King: "Great-grandfather, can you give Ye'er a hug?
Ye'er is alone in the Demon Clan, so lonely, scared, and deserted."
Redbeard: "?"
I don’t know who is dancing happily in the demon clan, and who loves to visit privately in private every day.
The King of the Seventh Palace picked up the little bun. The child in his arms was very light and as soft as a cat. The King of the Seventh Palace used very little force, for fear of hurting him.
The little bun wrapped his hands around the Seventh Palace King's neck, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed like crescent moons, filled with light, which was really beautiful.
When the King of the Seventh Palace thought that the innocent and kind-hearted child had been bullied by the demons and was auctioned off by the Demon Queen some time ago, the King of the Seventh Palace felt heartbroken: "During the war between the demons, was Ye'er injured?"
"Ye'er is a demon king, so he deserves to be injured. It's a pity that the demon clan members sacrificed a lot in the war."
Little Baozi's eyes dimmed: "How wonderful it would be if there were no disputes everywhere in the world.
Ye'er hates the smell of blood the most."
The more the King of the Seventh Palace listened, the more he felt that the little bun was sensible and well-behaved, almost like a light song.
What he didn't know was that in terms of 'treachery', the little bun was very much like his mother.
The King of the Seven Palaces held the little bun and introduced his relatives one by one. The little bun was extremely polite and his milky voice was endearing. Xuanyuan Lin and his wife were very happy to see him.
It would be a beautiful thing to have such a smart and cute child in the house.
Moreover, he is still the child of Qing Emperor.
Princess Linglong suddenly stood up and left quickly. After a long time, when everyone was about to finish their meal, Princess Linglong returned to the main hall of the palace with a painting in her hand that had not yet dried.
The painting shows the land of the Demonic Abyss, with swamps and thorn bushes, tall trees blocking the sunlight, and a dagger engraved with a small phoenix standing where the holy light gathers.
On the lower side of the dagger, a child with red and purple eyes looked up, his raised wrist was bleeding, but an innocent smile appeared on his fair face.
"Ye'er, would you like my aunt to give you a painting?"
"Ye'er likes it so much!"
Little Baozi took the painting excitedly.
Seeing how much she liked the little bun, Princess Linglong smiled and glanced at Qingge with her bright eyes.
She thought that only light songs would inspire her, but she didn't expect that this child would also make her like her from the bottom of her heart.
The King of the Seventh Palace saw the painting of Princess Linglong, and thought of the injury that Little Baozi suffered trying to get the dagger, and became even more distressed: "Ye'er, when you come to the palace, grandpa has nothing to give you. The foundation of the Seventh Palace is not weak. Outside the capital,
There are also more than a dozen cities, as well as some rare and special resource areas. Grandpa will take out the land deeds later and give you 70% of them."
The remaining 30% will be left to the princess and her children.
Xuanyuan Lin had no objection to this. He had already married into his wife and had a high level of vision. Naturally, he looked down upon the property of the Seventh Prince's Mansion in Shenyue City.
The exquisite painting has soul and emotion, and the King of the Seventh Palace is also happy from the inside out. Princess Shangting often chanted Qingge when she was in the immortal world. Xuanyuan Lin felt that Ye Qingge's arrival would be a good thing.
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"Your Majesty, I am feeling a little unwell, so I have to leave first."
The princess got up and left.
"Mother concubine."
Princess Minghuang gave chase.
The seventh princess held on to the colonnade, clutching her chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her hunched body was trembling slightly.
"How are you?
Are you okay?"
Princess Minghuang patted the princess on the back.
The princess slowly squatted down along the colonnade, leaned against the colonnade, raised her head and looked at the sky. The light was a bit dazzling, so she raised her hand and put it in front of her eyes to cover it slightly.
"Concubine, don't scare Emperor Ming..." Princess Minghuang was anxious.
"Emperor Ming."
The seventh princess said softly.
"Mother Concubine..." "As a mother, I am such a failure."
After saying that, he vomited out another mouthful of blood, and the seventh princess became weak.
"Doctor Zhang, where is Dr. Zhang? Mother, please wait while I go find Dr. Zhang."
Princess Minghuang panicked and when she was about to leave, the seventh princess grabbed her wrist, shook her head and said, "It's okay for my mother."
There was nothing wrong with her, she was just unwilling, and she would go crazy when she thought about the grievances she had suffered in the past few days.
The arrival of Little Baozi broke her spirit, and the words of the Seventh Palace King were the last straw for her.
There has never been a moment so desolate.
She did not lose to the woman named Zuer. She was complacent for decades, ran the palace for decades, and had a large family.
Ever since she heard a name called Ye Qingge in her life, her life and stability have been completely changed.
She complained, she hated, she was angry, and she was powerless to change.
She, who was calm and composed, lost her mind.
"Mother and Concubine..." Princess Minghuang cried in tears: "Linglong, my father and the others are all singing to Ye Qingge. Even my brother and the princess no longer love Emperor Ming. Concubine, Minghuang only has you."
The seventh princess wiped away the tears of Princess Minghuang: "Don't worry, my mother will protect you."
The mother-in-law and the princess threw herself into the arms of the seventh princess, sobbing, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Under the scorching sun and in the autumn wind, mother and daughter depended on each other, feeling bitter in their hearts.
A figure stood on one side of the corridor, wearing a blood-red dress and silver-white hair.
Princess Minghuang suddenly looked over, and every word came out of her throat: "Night! Light! Song!"
Qingge looked sideways, not as frail as before, her brows were sharp, her eyes were faintly red, gloomy as a devil, like a deep pool.
At that moment, Princess Minghuang had the illusion that she was staring into the abyss. She shuddered involuntarily and swallowed hard.
Qingge looked down at them indifferently, raised the corners of her lips, "It's really... without a fight..." "You!"
Princess Minghuang was so angry that she rushed over and punched Qingge. Qingge's palm was wrapped in black armor, and her skin was covered in cold smoke from the north. She easily grabbed Princess Minghuang's fist.
Click! With a strong force, Princess Minghuang’s wrist was dislocated.
Qingge's hand moved instantly and grasped Princess Minghuang's neck. The wind roared from both sides, carrying Princess Minghuang forward and lifting her high against the colonnade.
Princess Minghuang felt it was difficult to breathe. She leaned against the colonnade and her feet had already left the ground.
"Ye Qingge, what are you going to do?"
The Seventh Princess holds the scepter.
Qingge glanced sideways at the Seventh Princess: "How much force do I have to use to break her bones?"
The seventh princess put down her scepter and looked at Qing Ge in horror.
If Ye Qingge exerted more force, Princess Minghuang's neck would most likely be broken.
Princess Minghuang's hands frantically clasped Qingge's tiger's mouth, and her nails were broken, leaving even a small mark on the back of Qingge's hand.