Three hours ago, the main hall of the Heavenly Palace Group.

Looking up at the throne that seemed to be out of reach, his noble father, King Zero of the Heavenly Realm, was sitting on it, with a majestic countenance, a grand and solemn imposing imposing inviolability.

He knew why his father had come to him, but he was still unwilling. His clenched fists trembled slightly, waiting for his father to speak.

"Shen'er, you're sixteen years old. As a prince of the Yale royal family, I have been choosing a concubine since I was sixteen. Even though you're not yet sixteen, there's nothing wrong with getting ahead of schedule. Do you have a good candidate? Let's talk to my father. "The opening is still gentle, and there are high hopes.

Choosing a concubine is not only to choose a suitable life partner for the prince, but also to assist the prince to start a family, give birth to heirs, and teach future princes and princesses to become talents. It is especially important for the situation of the future royal family. Therefore, from the age of sixteen, princes must begin to select excellent women, and when they are still princes, they can choose up to three, and if they inherit the throne and become kings, they can choose seven, and they must make one of them their successor, and give birth to the eldest son or eldest daughter.

However, King Zero is more dedicated, he didn't take any more concubines after becoming a king, or only three were left, and now he has given birth to three princesses and two princes, but there is a little prince who was adopted later, and he doesn't care.

Seeing that Qian was silent, King Zero's expression was slightly condensed: "If you haven't yet, don't worry, Father and I and your mother will help you choose, and then let you look at it." Set a time. ”

His face was gloomy, but his hand slowly loosened, and his tone was as cold as ever: "No need, Father." I have someone in mind. ”

"Oh, tell my father, and show him what kind of woman has the power to steal my son's heart. A trace of contempt flashed in King Zero's eyes, and he teased.

"It's not that she's capable, it's that I've lost my heart. Father, I will bring her to you in the future, and I will retire first. ”

He bowed slightly, and was about to leave, but his father stopped him again: "For the sake of that woman, can you leave your father behind?" This time, it was no longer contempt, but a slight anger. He couldn't believe that his best and most ordinary son, under his strict control, would do this for the sake of a mere woman. In any case, he is the most likely successor to his throne except for the eldest daughter, and he must be contained.

Thousand Dead Fall stood still, with his back to his father, and could guess what he was thinking. With a sneer in his heart, he pretended to look back helplessly: "What does my father want his son to do? "He has not yet performed a coming-of-age ceremony, and his name is still Solvet, following his mother's surname. Who made him not born of a queen? So for the time being, he could not be commanded by the rules of the Yale royal family.

He knew very well that his father was angry, but he was also angry, and it was no wonder that he spoke disrespectfully and disobeyed the king's order. Come to think of it, is it still too simple and immature to fight against his father, who has been in power for a hundred years?

Ignoring the man behind him who was flushed with rage, he exhaled a breath of turbidity and left without looking back.

*

Thinking wildly, his mind replayed every scene with the Thousand Deaths, from his first encounter when he was seven years old, to his last meeting at the hot springs a week ago. However, the prince in every picture can only be described in one word: handsome, well, or rather, handsome, no, the thought of being his wife made her little heart unable to beat to the rhythm, causing her to lose sleep for several nights.

Well, let her think about what she will do when she becomes someone else's wife, manage the house, be considerate of her husband, take care of the elders in the family, and raise children...... No, no, what the hell are you thinking? She's only fourteen years old, how is the cardamom girl?

But is it really good to marry him? He is very cold to others, and it would be a nightmare if he got bored with her and treated her with indifference to the extreme! If you want to marry her, you have to pay some dowry, even though she has no family, and it is the same for her, and she agrees to marry him only if she can please her—well, so be it!

After thinking about it, she felt so sleepy, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, and the corners of her soft lips unconsciously rose slightly, like spring flowers.

Outside the window, seeing that the girl in the house was indeed asleep, Jian Qingrui, the little daughter of the palace master of Guling Palace, hooked her red lips, held a simple white paper lantern, and lightly put it in through the half-open window, and deliberately poured it, so that the flame in the lantern burned to the lantern at once, and the lantern was burned out of a big hole, and all kinds of pollen wrapped in it floated out, spreading to the entire room with the fire.

Jian Qingrui put down the lantern, and quickly closed the window and quickly escaped, this mixed pollen was made by her own hands, even if she was not burned to death, she would be poisoned by the pollen and become a fool, hahahaha...... The Thousand Deaths Fall is hers, and whoever wants to get it, she will destroy whom!

The person who was more than ten miles away suddenly stopped what he was doing, straightened up, sniffed the smell in the air vigorously, and a kind old face suddenly showed a strange expression, and shouted: "Oh no!" immediately packed up his things in a panic, and was about to rush to the old man.

The young man who was also learning weaving under the shade of the tree looked at him suspiciously: "Uncle Yu, what's wrong?"

"Your Highness, I don't know that the trickster in the garden is burning my sea of flowers! You don't know, so many kinds of flower fragrances will be highly poisonous when they are fused together, and if they spread throughout the entire East Garden, how many people will suffer! Not to mention, I have to leave quickly. Yu Bo, who has been the guardian of the East Garden for more than 50 years, was so nervous that his white hair stood on end.

Qian Chenmo reacted immediately, grabbed Yu Bo's arm, and said, "With my magic technique, it can be reached in a few seconds." ”

Yu Bo immediately pointed to one place, and the two of them swept by like light.

As soon as he landed, Uncle Yu saw that the sea of flowers was fine, but a small wooden house caught fire, and the expression on his face was very rich.

After quickly handing Qian Chenmo a pill to resist pollen poison and holding one himself, Yu Bo said, "Please Your Highness first extinguish the fire with water, and then draw out the pollen in the meantime." Hey, I heard that there is a little girl from the Heavenly Realm royal family living here, but I don't know who I provoked, and someone would use my mixed pollen as poison...... It's really a lot of bad luck!"

Qian Chenmo nodded, gathered all his strength to concentrate, and a raging river appeared out of thin air, instantly extinguishing the fire. He gathered a strong wind and blew away the pollen in the house, and his face was pale with cold sweat.

Yu Bo nodded to him and said gratefully: "Your Highness, thank you, I will go first to save the little girl, but ...... I hope His Highness will avoid it. ”

Qian Chenmo was puzzled, but saw Yu Bo take out a messy thing from the house, and when he got closer, he realized that this little thing's face was extremely beautiful, but his face was extremely abnormal, purple and black, and his smooth black hair was also burned by the flames, and he was embarrassed.

He coughed lightly: "Isn't this the Holy Spirit Lady Spocaly? ”

"Yes. Yu Bo replied respectfully.

After Uncle Yu left, a wisp of breeze blew, and a few wisps of ink rose, and he finally couldn't stop coughing, his shoulders shook violently, and his face turned pale. He brushed away the broken hair in front of him, put on a trench coat made of heavy fabric, put on a hat, and felt better, before sighing softly: "This long-sick physique can't even blow the breeze?"

In the next second, the person disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few drops of coughed blood on the ground, which were soon buried by the wind and sand.