With a fierce palm, the princess flipped to the ground and spitted out a mouthful of blood.
"I don't know that you are so cruel!" said the Seventh Palace King angrily.
The princess crawled over and hugged the King of the Seventh Palace: "Your Majesty, I don't have it. It was the old woman who humiliated the Prince, and I taught her a lesson. I knew that the Prince had her in my heart and always wanted to find her for the Prince.
But I didn't expect that she was full of complaints and mentioned that the prince was a vicious curse. I loved the prince deeply, and the prince was my god. How could I remain indifferent when she made such a bad word?" Tears flowed from blood.
After that, the whole face was full of tears, and the princess was so angry that she cried.
She is a smart person who knows to find conditions that are beneficial to her in desperate situations.
After saying that, the Seventh Palace King's expression calmed down a little.
Not to mention anything else, the princess’s feelings for him will never be false.
The Red Flame Fire Whip suddenly hit the princess, and the princess hugged the Seventh Palace King tightly in pain.
The King of the Seventh Palace glared at Yan Bitong and was about to shout, but when he looked at Yan Bitong's face, he couldn't speak for a moment.
Yan Bitong lowered her eyes and looked at the Seventh Palace King: "You and I have never heard of the words of the Seventh Palace King, and I have never heard of it. The princess doesn't have to slander my mother like this. My mother is disdainful to curse her.
The man I forgot, and I don’t need a father who is kind and simple-minded. The King of the Seven Palaces, you should be glad that my mother is still alive.”
"Let's go." Yan Bitong stepped out of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, reached the threshold, and looked back at the Seventh Princess: "The princess should take a detour when she sees me in the future. Otherwise, if you see you once and hit you once, don't blame me for being a Chi
The Fire Whip is ruthless and cruel."
Yan Bitong held the scepter in her hand and stepped on her feet with great momentum. The elves in front of the mansion gave way.
When Qingge was about to follow Yan Bitong, the Seventh Palace King spoke: "Ye...girl, please stay."
Qingge stopped and turned his head to look at the Seventh Palace King.
The King of the Seventh Palace looked at Jiuci, then looked at Qingge, hesitated for a long time before saying, "Two, why not stay for dinner?" He didn't know how to keep him, but suddenly, he had something to do with these two children.
A kind heart.
"No." Qingge said lazily: "The palace temple is big, the human race, the envoy of the Nine Realms, will not hinder the prince's eyes."
Qingge and Jiuci left without looking back, without any nostalgia for his grandfather.
The Seventh Palace King then realized that these two children, including Yan Bitong, would rather face his Seal of Destruction than tell the truth about this matter.
How they don't want to recognize him as their father, grandfather...
The heart of the Seventh Palace King twitched and torn, so that he ignored the injured princess and the two princesses.
The Five Kings Thunder God fainted on the spot and was dragged away by Cheng Feng away from the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
Princess Nanxun pursed her lips, frowned slightly, as if she was silent, and murmured in a low voice: "How could the Seventh King's granddaughter...?"
Suddenly, Nanxun looked at several backs gradually moving away from the mansion in horror. Ruoye Qingge's grandfather is the King of the Seventh Palace. Does she have hidden elf bloodlines?
If you awaken the bloodline of the elf, you will be qualified to become the queen of Qing, and you will still be the princess of the Seventh Prince's Mansion...
Nan Xun took a deep breath, suddenly grabbed the shoulders of the maid next to him, and used force to deeply embedded his nails into the flesh on the maid's shoulders.
The maid was so painful that her facial features were piled up and wrinkled together, and she didn't dare to let out a soft hum, silently enduring Nan Xun's torture.
"Absolutely!" Nan Xun's eyes were slightly red.
How could the human mortal girl she once looked down upon transformed into a noble identity?
Even the goddess in the past was not taken seriously by her because of her humble identity.
Nan Xun felt it was a tricky one for the first time.
She was not afraid that the human woman in Qingdi was in her heart, but she was afraid that the sweetheart of Qingdi was Princess Shenyue.
That noble identity is definitely not inferior to her.
Nan Xun's legs began to become weak and could not stand any longer. The material on the maid's shoulders was stained with blood from Nan Xun's fingernails.
The maid hurriedly supported Nanxun and shouted worriedly: "Princess..."
Nan Xun sneered: "But... it's just a wild species..." Yes, a real wild species.
The seventh prince carried the sedan chair and the media only married one princess, that is, the princess of the sea clan. Only Xuanyuan Lin and the two princesses in the mansion are the direct bloodline of the royal family and have supreme status.
That Ye Qingge was at best just a human race with a good talent. He insisted on coming to the Seven Princess Mansion to climb the dragon and the phoenix, and that was just a wild breeder. I think so, how could the queen of the Qing Dynasty be a wild breeder in the royal palace?
Thinking of this, Nan Xun's face was full of smiles, and there was no haze in an instant, and spring was blooming. She put down her hand, took the handkerchief handed by her maid, and wiped off the blood that had overflowed from the cracks of her nails.
Nan Xun looked at the maid with disgust and disgust: "It's really disgusting."
Nanxun threw the handkerchief and walked away arrogantly. The maid lowered her head and followed her tremblingly.
...
night.
The doctors came to the Seven Princess' Mansion to treat the princess. The wounds of the two princesses, the red flame fire, remained on the wound and were difficult to heal.
The princess lay on the bed, looking at the closed door from time to time. It took a long time to see her husband's arrival.
He was indifferent to her injuries and never visited and cared for her.
The princess' heart is as cold as the frost in the early morning of autumn.
"Prince..." the princess shouted in a low voice.
In another room, two princesses were lying together. The little princess asked loudly: "Sister, why haven't the father come to see us yet? He loved us the most before."
The princess gritted her teeth and said, "Remember, we must protect our mother and brother. These people are really rampant and actually bullied our mother in such a grand manner. The father was so disappointed that he was still facing that.
A bunch of evil people!”
The palace courtyard.
The Seven Palace King sat in the pavilion, drinking one cup after another.
The moonlight tonight is very light, the wind is not gentle, the dampness and coldness are broken, and the cold is very severe.
Many years ago, one night, he was drinking in the pavilion, playing the piano and watching the moon. It was also an autumn season. She brought it with her cloak and covered him.
"The night is late and the frost is heavy, and the prince doesn't know how to cherish his body. The prince doesn't feel sorry for me, I feel sorry for me," she said.
He hugged her in his arms, pressed her forehead, and asked, "Zoer, would you like to accompany me to see the moon for the rest of your life?"
"Okay." She replied in a low voice, wrapping her lover's neck, her eyes softer than the night color.
Bang.
The King of the Seventh Palace smashed the wine pot, and he was drunk and came to Chiyan Mansion without realizing it.
The Chiyan Mansion was very lively that night. Yan Bitong and others breathed a sigh of relief for their grandfather, and they almost chants and set off firecrackers to celebrate.
"A woman is cruel. If you want me to say that, you should hit her in the face." Jiuci said.
Crunch.
The door was pushed open, and everyone in the room looked back.
The Five Kings Thunder God, who was sitting at the table, had a chopstick in his hand and fell to the table with a slight sound: "Seven...seven Kings..." Is it the Seven Kings or the Great Grandpa?
This is a problem.
Thunder God is messy in the wind, and she wants to cry without tears!----