The one who spoke was a man in a yellow robe, about twenty years old, his eyes were slightly long, and his pale face made him look a little feminine, but he could vaguely see the shadow of the emperor, and at this time he was fiddling with a folding fan in his hand, and raised his hand to push away the fat man who was already sweating like rain.

"Stop!" Fenghua drank softly, so that the fat man couldn't advance or retreat, and looked at the two people in front of him blankly, who should he listen to, or not?

"Why, you still dare to suppress the royal family?" The man raised his hand and stride, his slightly feminine face slightly raised.

"Xiao Wang is the little prince of the North Heaven who is known to the whole country by the holy decree of the lord of the country, and his status is equal to that of the royal family, where did you come out of the green onions and garlic, and dare to openly question the holy decree of the lord of the country?" The man thought he had pointed out his identity, but Fenghua was in a posture that the master didn't know you at all.

"Fly in the lower Beichen." The man looked at Fenghua coldly, with unconcealed hostility, but he was also smart not to answer Fenghua's question about his question.

"And then? I've never heard of this name. Tilting her head and thinking about it, Fenghua sadly found that she really didn't know enough about this Shengjing mission framework, Beichentian she knew, the old man of the emperor she saw before, I hadn't heard of this name.

"Northern Heavenly Lord, thirteenth Sun ......" Beichen Fei looked at Fenghua's eyes that almost reached the sky, and directly lifted out the Lord of the Nation.

"Oh, it's a grandson." Fenghua suddenly realized, no wonder it was surnamed Beichen, but the words suddenly changed again, and deliberately raised his voice, "Who knows if you are a fake?" Daring to pretend to be a royal prince or nobleman is a capital crime of killing the head. Someone, someone pretending to be the emperor's grandson, someone, someone pretending to be a grandson, grandson, ......"

"You ......" Looking at Fenghua's obvious and splashy posture, sentence by sentence grandson, the exciting Beichenfei's face and its wonderfulness, this kid dares not to know him? What a bun! But there are really people, because of the words of this soil bun, and looking at themselves with scrutinizing eyes, when Beichen Fei almost ran away, the fat housekeeper said something in Beichen Fei's ear, and then Beichen Fei took out a piece of jade with an excellent texture with a gloomy face.

"If I said I didn't know this thing, would you want to hit me?" Look up, look down, Fenghua's serious look made the children lying on the ground smile.

It's like an emperor who has a private visit to Weifu, even if you hold a jade seal, those ordinary people don't know it at all, this kind of thing can only scare those big people who know its meaning.

Therefore, when those onlookers looked at this genuine imperial grandson, they were full of disdain, and only those who knew the meaning looked at this imperial grandson with a strange face, how would they deal with it.

"Then you, how can you prove that you are the little prince of the Northern Heavenly Palace?" A slightly feminine face, at this time gloomy as if it was about to drip water, Beichen Fei glared at Fenghua fiercely.

"It's clear that he called this king the little prince." Raising his hand, the finger that was white but with countless fat powder smelled of fat pointed at the fat man's body, and then muttered helplessly, "Xiao Wang is out on patrol." ”