Smell speech, Murong Yixuan raised eyes to see him one eye, voice deep way: "no one can compare with her!" As soon as the voice fell, he turned and strode out.

Murong Bo frowned and watched him stride away, worried that he would go to the prince Qingteng, but he was still uneasy to follow him up.

The royal family relationship is as thin as paper, but he attaches great importance to this son. Among his many sons, only his talent is the best. He also hopes that he can make great achievements in the future. He does not want him to be trapped by the feelings of his children.

The young lady of Feng family, whether she wants to or not, has to be the woman of Prince Qingteng! Only in this way, Yixuan will break her mind and concentrate on cultivation!

As Murong Bo was worried about, Murong Yixuan really found the palace where Prince Qingteng lived. However, there were powerful monks guarding his palace, so it was not easy to get in.

"Please pass a word, Murong Yixuan asked to see you."

He looked at the monk in grey clothes, full of strong breath, and his heart sank slightly. He is indeed a powerful man. If his accomplishments are brilliant, he will be more than enough to be the leader of a family.

The gray middle-aged man glanced at him from above and said in a cold voice, "Your Highness is resting. No one will come."

Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face sank. He was about to step forward when he saw that his shoulder was held down. He leaned over and saw his father push him behind him. He said to the middle-aged man with a smile: "ha ha, children admire the prince for a long time. When they hear the prince come to the palace, they want to come and see him and almost disturb his royal highness to rest."

The voice fell, he looked back at Murong Yixuan with a calm face in the dark, and drank in a deep voice: "don't go back soon!"

"If I have something to say to your highness, please let me know." Murong Yixuan didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the middle-aged man, not arrogant and not humble.

Hearing this, the gray middle-aged man glanced at Murong Bo, whose face was ugly. After looking at Murong Yixuan, he said impolitely, "you will see this dinner tonight. If you have any words, you can talk about it then. Now, leave immediately!"

"Come on! Send the three princes out of the palace for me

Murong Bo drank in a deep voice. Several guards came forward, but they didn't dare to fight him. Instead, he said respectfully, "three princes, please!"

Seeing this, Murong Yixuan, with a calm face and staring at it, said in a deep voice: "since you can't see the prince Qingteng, please tell me that fengqingge, the eldest lady of Fengfu, has never promised this marriage. You'd better not waste your mind!"

Voice a fall, also ignore his ugly father king, a brush sleeve, stride around to leave.

After hearing this, Murong Bo felt a fire running from his heart to his head. He wanted to have a good relationship with qingtengguo, but he was pulling his hind legs behind him. This, this is really damned!

"Ha ha, don't listen to his nonsense. Tell the prince that it's OK to have a marriage. No problem." He laughed and walked away.

After two people left, the gray middle-aged man walked in and reported to Nie Teng what had happened just now and then backed out.

After hearing that, the middle-aged man in black looked at the master who pursed his lips and didn't speak. He hesitated and said, "it's just a Phoenix Mansion. I dare not fight against our Qingteng country. What's more, the master looks on her as her blessing. No matter whether she wants to or not, she will be the master's woman."

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