"Do you want to say it?" Bingxin didn't want to set foot in the world of cultivating immortals, because cultivating immortals was too hard and dangerous, and she just wanted her daughter to spend this life in peace. The emperor's daughter does not have to worry about getting married, and the identity of the daughter is there, who dares to make her angry? Find a young and promising young man to marry and have children, and she will live a very happy life in the future. How did she know that some things would not have happened if she was not unwilling, and in the dark their family had fallen into other people's calculations.

"My daughter really didn't lie...... The mother concubine ......, "When has the little princess who has been pampered since she was a child ever suffered this kind of hardship, and her big clear and bright eyes were full of tears of grievance.

Another feather duster was beaten, and Bing Xin was angry, "Your mother concubine is a cultivator of Yudan, who is coming to the palace and the concubine doesn't know?" In her opinion, this is clearly her daughter's quibble. How did she know that it was the god of the underworld who had entered her daughter's dream every day for the past four years to teach the cultivation exercises, not to mention that her cultivation was impossible to detect, even her master Xue Ning Shangxian was here, and the result was still the same.

"Mother...... "Acacia really doesn't know how to explain it, obviously her skills were taught to her by her master in her dream."...... She felt that she had died unjustly, why couldn't the mother believe her?

The acacia feather duster "snapped" twice, and the distressed palace maids all hung their heads. "If you don't tell the truth if you know the pain, how does the mother educate you on weekdays?"

"Honest ...... Treat people with sincerity and stand up with faith!" She had a hot pain on her back and arms, biting her petal-like lips and kneeling straight, she was not wrong, she would not bow her head to her mother.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!" The daughter was beaten, in the eyes of Emperor Yong, it was a big deal, and when he heard the news, he went down to the court and ran directly into the Ice Heart Palace.

Hearing the bowing sound of the palace people, the solid and powerful footsteps of the father, lovesick tears gushed like springs, two small rivers meandered out of a small face, "Father's ......" sobbed and hugged the thighs of the Yonghuang, and the Yonghuang saw his daughter's tears and had no principles, "My heart and liver are flesh...... My father is not good...... Father is late!" Holding his daughter's head and looking at Bingxin, "What fire do you have, why are you beating a child?"

Bingxin held her forehead, looking at the father and daughter, she looked like she was a wicked villain. She dropped the feather duster, raised her hand and waved another spiritual power, and lifted the ban of the two palace people, these two people were like amnesty, and immediately retreated to the side in an orderly manner, and all the palace maids breathed a sigh of relief, their majesty came, and the little princess's fight was finally over.

"I don't want Acacia to step into the cultivation world, I just want her to live her life in peace. Bingxin looked at Emperor Yong, and Emperor Yonghuang was noncommittal, "My daughter has no cultivation and no one dares to bully her!" He didn't understand, what does this have to do with his daughter being beaten?

Bingxin really served Emperor Yong, no wonder her daughter was lawless, it turned out that she could trace the source and the culprit here, "But she is now a cultivator at the eleventh level of qi refining, and the five spirit roots have reached this level." ”

Hearing this, Emperor Yonghuang was stunned for a moment, pointed at Bing Xingang and wanted to say, "You don't want your daughter to step into the cultivation world, why do you still teach her the exercises?"

Now it was Emperor Yonghuang's turn to be dumbfounded, he looked down at his daughter and asked her, "Who did you learn the cultivation method from?

She doesn't know who the master is!

Isn't that because of that?

Acacia flattened her mouth, sobbing and nodding, she was aggrieved to death. A pair of small hands tugged at her father's robe, obviously asking him to say something for himself and plead for mercy.

The emperor understood the key to the matter in an instant, "I will ask you again, who taught you the exercises?"

"Shizun taught me in a dream!" Acacia felt that he was being tried for the second time, and she was still the most hurt by his father, and he was inexplicably more aggrieved, pulling his father's dragon robe as a rag, and wiped his snot and tears on it.

The corners of Pei Gonggong's mouth twitched, and they were the little princesses who dared to take the Yonghuang dragon robe so badly in this world.

"How long has it been?" This time it was Yonghuang's turn to have a headache, he pressed the sudden forehead corner, and asked his daughter patiently.

Seeing her father's face change, she was lovesick, "It's been four years!" Now she also realized the seriousness of the matter.

As soon as these words came out, the most ugly face was Zheng Kefeng. After he came into contact with Emperor Yong's gaze, his face turned white, and he lowered his head in fear. The entire palace was under his guard, but their little princess had been taught exercises for four years, and he didn't even notice it. He knelt down straight, "Damn it!"

I asked Acacia, Acacia may still tell lies, her most admired father asked, what did the girl naturally say. "Bing Xin pestle was there, and I only felt cold all around me. What was the purpose of that man's teaching of the Acacia exercises? If he had bad intentions, she was afraid that she would not even be able to save her daughter's life. The more she thought about it, the more frightened Bingxin became, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt. But the concentration of her big disciples was not covered, and she quickly came back to her senses.

"What are you making a fuss about?" Bing Xin waved his sleeves, and a spiritual power directly lifted Zheng Kefeng's body, "Even this Jiedan monk in the main palace didn't notice it, how can you find out with a mortal body?"

Emperor Yonghuang sighed, and said patiently to Zheng Kefeng: "Get up for me, step aside!"

"Yes!" Zheng Kefeng felt like he had been pardoned, only to feel a chill on his back.

"In my opinion, the master of Acacia may not have any malicious intent!" Emperor Yonghuang comforted Bingxin, "Look, it's been four years, hasn't he done anything to Acacia?" No matter how difficult it is, it has to be done, nothing is more important than this mother and daughter. Bing Xin stared at Emperor Yong and asked him to continue.

Emperor Yong leaned close to her ear, covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Be careful that the wall has ears!"

Bing Xin was startled, frowned and nodded.

Poor Acacia's kneeling legs were numb, and he moved his knees to make his knees more comfortable. Father is here, the rules she learned have been fed to the dog, and her body began to twist and twist, judging from the stubborn appearance just now. For her, her father is a mountain, a mountain that he can rely on. In front of her father, she can be coquettish and tricky to her heart's content, her father depends on her for everything, and with her father, she can go all over the world unreasonably.

"Get up!" Bingxin looked at her daughter, guilty and helpless.

Acacia said "oh", and as soon as he moved, he fell back to the ground, and the distressed Yonghuang leaned down and half-supported and half-hugged the person to the table and sat down. "It hurts, father!" accidentally touched his daughter's arm, causing lovesickness to cry out in pain.

Bing Xin wanted to go over to check, but felt that his hand was heavy just now, and he couldn't move his legs for a while.

"Did you hit her?" Emperor Yong looked at Bingxin, and when he saw her obviously weak heart, he was speechless.

Emperor Yonghuang rolled up his daughter's sleeves and saw the red marks on his arms, which was because he hated to hurt himself. He was reluctant to scold Bingxin, but poured all his anger on Grandpa Pei, "What are you doing here?"

Grandpa Pei grew up watching Acacia grow up, and seeing her fine skin and tender flesh hurt like this, his heart was suddenly broken. "Oh, come back soon...... "The man immediately exited the main hall and headed straight for the Imperial Pharmacy.

"Let's bear with it, the medicine will come soon!" Emperor Yonghuang stroked his daughter's head, hugged her baby's heart and liver, looked at Bingxin with a complaining look in his eyes, but the words were cowardly, "Don't you feel sorry for your daughter?

"I ......" Bingxin was speechless.

The little princess was injured and busily overturned the palace maids. It wasn't until noon that Acacia packed up, wore a cyan dress, combed a double bun, and appeared in the side hall like a little fairy.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Yin Potian, the seventh prince, dressed in a blue brocade robe, greeted him. This seventh prince is three points similar to Emperor Yong, graceful and handsome, like the morning sun in July. He sent away the palace maid beside his sister and helped her over to give a salute to Emperor Yonghuang and Bingxin.

Emperor Yong said: "Eat more today, my father asked them to make your favorite pearl balls and eight-treasure duck." ”

Since the death of Princess Nanyi, the Seventh Prince has become a helpless little pitiful child in the palace, and anyone can bully him. But his fate was good, and when several other princes bullied him, he was met by Bingxin, and from then on, the seventh prince was sent to Emperor Yonghuang by Bingxin.

Bingxin is a self-aware woman, she knows that she has a big tree, if she takes in another prince with the blood of Nanyi, there will definitely be a big earthquake in the court, and the harem will be restless.

It was different for these seven princes to be handed over to Emperor Yong, no one dared to say anything, let alone do anything. Emperor Yonghuang is a person who does not rub sand in his eyes, and no matter how much the queen wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, she does not dare to stretch her claws to Emperor Yonghuang's side. Moreover, there is Pei Gonggong, who is not slippery, and Zheng Kefeng, who is not allowed to enter oil and salt, with them, the water in Emperor Yonghuang's bedroom cannot be splashed and the knife cannot be inserted.

The brother and sister sat very close, Yin Potian's eyes swept around his sister, and in a voice that only the two of them could hear, he asked her warmly, "That feather duster hurts to beat people, the imperial brother has also been beaten by the concubine's feather duster before, does it still hurt?"

Hearing this, Acacia can be regarded as finding an ally, "It hurts, it hurts! Brother Seventh Emperor, your mother also beat you?

It's a pity that he hasn't been beaten by his mother for many years, and how much he hopes that his mother can live, even if he gives him a few beatings every day, he is happy. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Nanyi is still martial, and the mother concubine has a lot of strength!"

"My mother's hands are also strong!" Acacia glanced at the father and mother who were sitting high, and saw that they were the ones who added food to me and I poured you wine, and pitifully went to his seventh brother and coquettishly, "My whole back hurts, and my arms, and my arms have been hit several times!"

Bing Xin is a monk of the Jiedan, and no matter how whispered the conversation between their brother and sister is, she can hear it.

Emperor Yonghuang looked at her and saw that she was still calm, whether he really didn't know whether it was better to say that she wanted to die to save face and suffer the crime, or if she was self-inflicted. Obviously, he feels so sorry for the child, and he still has such a heavy hand, isn't this uncomfortable for himself? Do you want to feel sorry for yourself? He is also distressed when he is tired.