Princess Against the World

No one expected that Ling Luoyu would say such a thing, and all of them stood there for a while, and the room was unusually silent.

After a long time, Zuo Furong said with a pale face and trembling: "Ling Luoyu... What did you say?"

"Isn't what this young master said clearly enough? The young masters in the capital are all envious of your talent and beauty, so you feel that you are a unique beauty... But in the eyes of this young master, you are spoiled, acerbic, self-righteous, and reasonable. Don't forgive people... It's better than Miss Hao being reasonable... At least she understands that personal attacks shouldn't be made..."

Zuo Furong gritted her teeth: "It's the dead fat man, sorry for me first..."

"That's right! We were at fault in this matter... But as far as this young master knows, Miss Zuo and the prince are also very good friends. There were rumors a year ago... Miss Zuo is expected to become the princess... Is this the case? Aren't the words blaspheming Miss Zuo's boudoir name?"

Feng Chenglin took a deep breath, why didn't he hear such a statement?

Heaven, is this the woman who moved the prince again?

Ling Luoyu raised her eyebrows frantically, and squinted her lips: "Miss Zuo, you don't object to the rumors about you and the prince, but you complain that Feng Chenglin has ruined your reputation. I'm afraid only you know the mystery here?! Zuo Furong , remember one sentence... Today you ignore him, and tomorrow, he will let you down... Fatty, let's go!!!"

Feng Chenglin was still in a daze, but he still followed Ling Luoyu's back and went straight back to his room, only to wake up from a big dream.

"San Shao... What you said... Zuo Furong and the Crown Prince, is it true??"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were deep, and he sank leisurely: "Half the people in the capital know that the Zuo Shilang is interested in clinging to the crown prince, so many people are blocked from asking for marriage... But your old man doesn't know, Baba is going to propose marriage, so can you stop it? ?!"

Feng Chenglin sat down: "She and the prince...even..."

"Fatty, to be honest, I can tell that you like Zuo Furong very much, and you really hope this marriage can happen... But listen to my advice, she is not your type... This woman has a lot of scheming, and you can't play it. Her... So, before you fall completely, get out of here..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly stood up, as if a needle pierced his butt: "San Shao... You did all this today on purpose, right?"

"Yes! I just want you to see her attitude towards you so that you can give up completely... Fatty, falling for a woman like her... not worth it!"

Feng Chenglin nodded and smiled reluctantly: "San Shao, you underestimate Ben Da Shao too much... Is Ben Da Shao the kind of person who would fall for women?"

Ling Luoyu knew him well, he had no scheming, and he had a cheerful personality. This kind of thing hurt by love would at most last three or five days, so he didn't bother to comfort him, got up and walked to the terrace.

The time is approaching noon, the auction is about to start, the hall downstairs is full of people, and the sixth floor terrace is full of people, and the voices are noisy.

Inadvertently, her eyes swept across the room, and she met a pair of deep eyes that accommodated Baichuan.

"It's him?"

It turned out to be the enchanting man who played against her in front of the palace that day.

He was sitting on the most central terrace on the sixth floor, dressed in white, smiling indifferently, still so amazingly enchanting.

Beside him, stood a man in black with a long sword in his arms.

Hearing Ling Luoyu whispering, Feng Chenglin stepped forward curiously: "Who is it?"