Hearing this, Murong Yixuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "No one can compare to her!" As soon as the voice fell, he turned and strode out.

Murong Bo frowned as he watched him stride away, worried that he would go to Prince Qingteng, but he was still worried to follow him personally.

The royal family affection is as thin as paper, but he values ​​this son very much. Among his many sons, only his talent is the best. He also hopes that he can make great achievements in the future, but he does not want him. Stuck by things about children's feelings.

The eldest lady of the Feng family, whether she wants to be or not, she must become the woman of Prince Qingteng!Only in this way can Yixuan break his thoughts on her and focus on cultivation!

Just as Murong Bo was worried, Murong Yixuan really found the palace where Prince Qingteng was staying. However, his palace was guarded by powerful monks, and it was not easy to get in.

"Thank you, Murong Yixuan asks to see you."

He looked at the monk with a strong aura in his gray clothes, his heart sinking slightly.Sure enough, he is a strong nation. If this kind of cultivation is in their shining sun, it is more than enough to be the leader of a clan.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man glanced at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "His Royal Highness is resting, and no one will see him."

Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face darkened, and he was about to step forward. He saw that his shoulders were being held down. He turned to his side, and saw his father pushing him behind him, smiling to the middle-aged man. "Hehe, the child admired the prince for a long time, and when he heard the prince came to the palace, he wanted to come and see him, almost disturbing the prince to rest."

As soon as his voice fell, he looked back at Murong Yixuan, who was dark and solemn, and shouted in a deep voice, "Hurry back!"

"The king has something to say to the prince, please let me know." Murong Yixuan ignored him, but looked at the middle-aged man and said neither humble nor humble.

Hearing this, the grey-clothed middle-aged man glanced at Murong Bo, who had an ugly face, and then fell on Murong Yixuan's body. After looking around, he said unceremoniously: "You will see you at the dinner tonight. , If you have anything to say then, now, leave immediately!"

"Come here! Send me the three princes out of the palace!"

Murong Bo sipped in a deep voice, and several guards stepped forward, but did not dare to do anything to him, but respectfully said: "Three princes, please!"

Seeing this, Murong Yixuan had a dark face, staring inside, and said in a deep voice: "Since you can't see Prince Qingteng, let me tell you that Feng Qingge, Miss Fengfu, never agreed to this marriage. Don't bother you in vain!"

As soon as the voice fell, he ignored his ugly father and turned away with a flick of his sleeves.

When Murong Bo heard this, he felt a fire rushing from his heart to the top of his head. He couldn't wait to have a good relationship with Qing Tengguo, but he pulled his legs behind. This, this is really damn!

"Hehe, don't listen to his nonsense, tell your Royal Highness that the marriage is okay, it's okay." After a grin, he strode away.

After the two left, the gray-clothed middle-aged man walked inside and reported what had happened to Nie Teng and then retreated.

After hearing that, the black-clothed middle-aged man waiting by the side glanced at the master who was still pursing his lips, hesitated, and said: "There is a Phoenix Palace in this area, and I dare not fight against our Qingteng country, let alone , The master sees her as her blessing, and she will be the master’s woman whether she wants it or not."