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What Yang Hao had said on stage just now was only heard clearly by the two of them.

On the stage, seeing how ruthless he was, Feng Changhua could not help but become more agitated.

Qingning changed the subject and asked, "I heard that the eldest son of the Emperor of Xiheng was also exceptionally beautiful when he was young.

Even though he did not know why she asked that, Feng Changhua frowned and replied: "Royal brother had passed away for many years, at that time, I was still young! The elderly people in the palace have always said that the seven royal brothers and sisters were extremely similar to each other.

Her casual question was something that happened around twenty years ago, it was reasonable for Grand Princess not to know about it.

From the looks of it, no one within the Xiheng Royal Family actually knew that Fu Liu was still alive?

It seems that the wedding banquet will be quite lively today.

Yang Hao's martial arts were truly not weak, it looked like the small prince was barely holding on, and the end result would only be a matter of ten moves.

Qingning did not know whether it was because Feng Changhua's martial arts had truly reached a certain level, or that this General Yang had taken a fancy to his sweetheart, and was thus merciful towards her, resulting in him losing to the Grand Princess in five consecutive years.

She was just thinking that Grand Princess's move was dangerous, if that disaster really did not come, then she could not participate in today's competition. Could it be that she really married that victor?

This kind of result was not something that Feng Changhua should have painstakingly obtained.

She was filled with doubts, but when she thought about it, she felt that the situation was not that good.

Sure enough, in the next moment he heard Feng Changhua, who was beside him, looking at her and smiling brilliantly.

He said in a low voice, "You don't have to worry, no one will doubt the identity of the princesses who have married out of the ten cities in Xiheng!"

"Grand Princess is so generous."

If one knew that she was disfigured and still insisted on marrying, either they would treat her with sincerity like Yang Hao, or they would take a fancy to the ten cities that Xiheng were married to, who would care whether the disfigured princess was real or fake?

"So now, it's best if you pray for him to come. Or else, I will poison you until you become stupid, and you will be Feng Changhua for life."

Although Qingning knew that she was extremely stubborn, he never thought that she would have already reached such a stage.

It was the first time in his life that he felt that this woman's love for him was too deep. It was also a terrifying matter.

Qingning only felt a chill in his heart when he saw that the little prince on the stage had been sent flying.

Hearing the reports from the eunuchs outside the arena, "Beiqin …"

With these two words, everyone's gaze gathered at the entrance.

For the past five or six years, the two countries had never had even a basic relationship, let alone an occasion like this.

If a person from the Beiqin appeared, that was undoubtedly what the Grand Princess wanted.

Could it be …

Not only did Feng Changhua, who was at his side, lift the curtain with a tremble, even Qingning's phoenix eyes unconsciously looked towards the side.

The smiles on the faces of the entire group of embroidered clothed guests and the wine cups in their hands all stopped in the distance.

Suddenly, he heard a clear and melodious sound of a young man's laughter, which spread out along with the wind. A group of maids held an oil-paper umbrella in their hands, while Luo Shan's light sleeves fluttered towards him.

The sun was high in the sky, and the person in front had an umbrella made of emerald oil, covering his face. He waved the fan in his hand, and the corners of his light red robes fluttered as he walked.

The appearance of someone who would burn buns like that did not seem like a disaster at all. As Qingning's mind settled, he slowly shifted his gaze back to her.

When more than half of the group had entered the arena, they heard another report from the entrance: "Beiqin — — Marquis Changfeng has arrived!"

Then, in the next moment, they saw Feng Changhua release the curtain and step back.

From below the stage, the sound of a light sigh of relief could be heard.

What a joke, if Beiqin that person truly arrived, then what was the point in this ceremony?

The person who came didn't seem to pay any attention to the entire stadium's changes. When he reached the stage, he lifted the oil-paper umbrella. A pair of beaming peach blossom eyes looked behind the curtains on the stage.

He cupped his hands in greeting and said: "prince is sick. Little Marquis has come to protect his wife. May I ask if Imperial Aunt is here on the Phoenix Stage? Shall we meet again? "

Young Marquis was full of smiles, dragging out the word "beautiful wife" for a long time. It was obvious that he did not have any intention of responding to anyone present.

Originally, Qin Huo was relieved that the person who had come was not a suitor, but his complexion did not look good.

If the Grand Princess on stage replied with "Imperial Aunt", then what was the need for them to continue staying here?

Qin Muxu!

Beneath the stage was the playboy Young Marquis of Beiqin!

This sound of "Imperial Aunt" actually stumped both Qingning and Feng Changhua, who were standing on the stage.

Who was this calling?

Before Qin Huo arrived, what was the meaning of letting such a treasure come?

She could not help but think of the words "as you wish" that Qin Huo had said when he brushed his sleeves and left the Sacred Lake last night.

At that time on the door of the Lu Family Palace, there was also such a young man with peach eyes.

However, how would he know that she was the one who was wearing the purple phoenix robe on the receiving stage today? Even she had been pushed up there temporarily, how could it be possible for Qin Huo …

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Last night, his palm had been dug into his flesh, and a scar had just formed, but now, it had accidentally split open again.

His palm was connected to his heart, and his entire body was in pain.

The servants on both sides of the stage were quietly waiting for the "Grand Princess" to react, and the gazes from the people below the stage were like torches.

In the entire arena, only the youth standing at the foot of the stage facing the wind maintained his smile as he unhurriedly looked at the carriage.

"You go!"

Behind her, Feng Changhua suddenly pushed her forward gently, his hands behind his back without leaving a trace.

Seeing that "Grand Princess" was about to get up, the two maids on both sides slowly lifted up the curtains as sunlight shone down. However, they could not compare to the scorching gaze from their surroundings that could see through the veil.

Qingning dragged his long robes as he stood on the Phoenix Facing Platform with his sleeves fluttering in the air. Under the sunlight, his white undergarment covered with clouds shone in all directions, and a light purple colored live Flying Phoenix almost ascended the stage as it flew, its three thousand black hair was scattered by the wind above the stage as it stood there indifferently, without saying a single word.

Someone beneath the stage sighed: "The Grand Princess is so beautiful, how can this so-called peerless beauty be compared with it!"

The princesses whose Xiheng were like flowers and jade, immediately turned their furious gazes towards that person.

Even Feng Changhua, who was praised behind him, had an ugly expression on his face.

At this time, the scars on Qingning's face had already mostly faded away. At such a distance, even if she was wearing a light muslin over her face, no one could clearly see her true appearance under the gazes of the crowd.

Below the stage, the Young Marquis laughed and asked: "It's been a while, is Imperial Aunt safe?"

She's fine, Feng Changhua should be fine.

Qingning slightly nodded, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the person beside him whose eyes were slightly dimmed, but it was unknown what he was thinking about.

There were so many people below the stage that those who had asked for a marriage were no longer willing to accept it.

"This king has never known when a Marquis Changfeng with Beiqin was this young. Furthermore, when a Grand Princess will become your Imperial Aunt, you must be careful when you speak to a child."

These words were meant to tease him a little bit too much, and all the suitors laughed.

Someone then said: "Prince Jin is right, I wonder how young Marquis Changfeng is this year? Do you think that's the right thing to say? "

Qingning was pulled back a little, and the curtains closed once again. Only the fluttering of the wind could vaguely be seen.

"Unfortunately, this young noble is eighteen this year, and is just in line with the minimum age for Grand Princess to recruit women!"

Young Marquis was all smiles as he unceremoniously sat on the empty seat of honor on the left wing for five years.

The fan in his hand flapped like it was a flower. Suddenly, the fan flapped and the jade cup on the table headed straight for Baili Jin.

The latter nimbly dodged backwards, and the target became the silver white mask on Fu Liu's face.

The sound of the wind beside Fu Liu's ears tightened. The fox's eyes slightly narrowed, and a nut was spat out from the side of its lips, its strength coincidentally pushing away the jade. It landed right on the tip of the nose of the man who mocked Young Marquis just now.

Qin Muxu had never been the same.

"Brat, you're too presumptuous!"

The man struggled to get up, but just as he was about to fight, the two people beside him quickly pulled him away and whispered a warning.

Being unable to marry the Grand Princess was a small matter, losing face in front of the geniuses from other countries would be considered big.

Young Marquis and countless other people watched as they poured and drank. It was clear that they were youths, but they were already showing a lazy and calm attitude among the geniuses of various countries.

At this moment, in Qingning's view, he looked a little similar to that scourge.

Like him, but not like him …

Occasionally, she would recall how calm and unhurried she was when she was in that pestilential situation.

It was just that those things that had never had anything to do with her before probably wouldn't have anything to do with her from now on.

Seated on his seat, the looked at him, and then said to the same people without changing his expression, "You should also bring Prince Ying down to check on your injuries, we'll continue right now!"

Upon seeing him like that, Fu Liu, who was beside Baili Jin, suddenly had a naughty taste. She extended her finger and tapped on the side of the jade cup, her lips curling up slightly.

Qingning frowned. Sly doctor Fu Liu was good at using poison.

She had already seen it before, but she didn't know if the Young Marquis would be distracted by him or not.

Feng Changhua asked indifferently, "Are you very familiar with him?"