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Beichen Fei's face twitched fiercely, look at the thing on your waist, it is the unique handsome seal of the Beitian Palace, you are not afraid to hang the pants off on the waistband of the trousers, just write on your face that Lao Tzu is the little prince of Beitian, are you still slightly convinced?

Serve your sister!

The popularity of the pharmacy here is not good, but the Fenghua over there is helpless, and he looks like you have broken the nature of this king.

In the end, he waved his hand very generously, indicating that he didn't care.

"Okay, since it's for the sake of you knowing Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang won't pursue it, just believe that your identity is true, and take out seven or eight million gold casually, and it will be regarded as your reparation." A few words were quite casual, and he put on a magnanimous appearance, seemingly arrogant and rude, but Fenghua's eyes quietly glanced at this medicine hall, which you bumped into by yourself.

"Since the little prince knows the identity of this palace, the little prince also said that the identity is the same before, and now the little prince has not been crowned, is it overstepping?" Beichen Fei thought about his father's teachings, swallowed all his anger back, and gave Fenghua a big hat by the way.

"But Xiao Wang, after all, is the only heir of the Northern Heavenly King's Mansion." As a matter of course, looking at Beichen Fei, who was full of hostility towards him, his smiling eyes were crooked, but he put on an appearance of humbly seeking confusion.

"You ......" Beichen Fei's face suddenly turned red, he didn't expect Fenghua to poke at his weakness all at once.

That's right, the current lord of the country, Beichen Tian, has been killing all sides since the time of his rise, compared to a single seedling of the god of war in the north of the sky, this lord of the country is an amorous seed, and countless seeds will be sown every way, and now he is more than sixty years old, but he has thirty-four sons, twenty-six daughters, plus more than seventy imperial grandchildren, and more than forty imperial granddaughters. Of course, there are countless people who have died and become victims of the harem before they have had time to see the sunshine of this world.

This is something to be very proud of for a man.

But for his heirs, it was not a good thing.

Although some people's identities and talents are very poor, only seven sons are favored by him, and only three daughters are favored, and the rest are estimated to be the lord of the country who is 'worried about the country and the people' every day, and it is estimated that he can't remember a few, and if he has more children and grandchildren, it becomes a statistic.

The ability of this lord to reproduce children is too strong, and his own strength is too strong, and he has reigned for more than forty years, and the Northern Heavenly Kingdom under his care is thriving, and the country is peaceful and peaceful, this is an emperor who is very popular with the people.

Looking at his healthy appearance, it seems that it is not a problem to live another thirty or fifty years.

But for his descendants, it was nothing less than a disaster.

At first, those princes thought that they would make their father happy by having more sons, but the result was undoubtedly miserable. There are too many descendants, but they only have the blood of the royal family, and since the Northern Heavenly Kingdom's southern conquest and northern war, except for those few who have had military exploits, all the others have a miserable fate.

There is no name, but there is no corresponding right.

Therefore, the survival of most princes is very embarrassing.

There are even some people who say that the old lord is in such good health, as long as he wants to, it is not a problem to have ten or eight more.