Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

She looked at her at a loss, with a suspicious flushing on her face. Later, he learned of a Persian tradition. Unmarried women's faces must be veiled. They can be removed only on the day of the big wedding, and they do not need to wear a veil after marriage. And if an unmarried woman is seen under the veil, she will marry this man, whether he is poor or rich.

Although the woman didn't say anything, Leng Ye was very shy, blaming him for being young and frivolous, and he didn't mean to marry, and he thought his wife must be the one he loved, so he hesitated for many days. Persia, never heard of the woman since. I smiled bitterly, now I think about the fact that she was really not responsible at first, and I don't know how she is doing now, is she married? Are you complaining about him? Although she did not make any promises, according to custom, she may have regarded him as her husband.

In Jinan ’s royal palace, in Luoyan Pavilion, Leng Yetong played with the red bronzing invitation that she just sent, and her lips outlined a smile of unknown meaning. The above content is almost the same as the one shown to Baili Liumo. But the only difference was the time, which was a month later than the time on the invitation that Baili Liumo showed her. What does this mean? With a shallow smile, Ouyang Xiangtian, Ouyang Xiangtian, you tried hard to deal with me.

"Master, old man is here." Xiyue walked in, looking a little dodging, looking at her uneasily, her voice trembling slightly in return.

"Master is here?" Leng Yetong put down the invitation in her hand, frowned slightly, wondering a little, thinking about the reason for Ling Zhongzheng's arrival.

"Yes, lord, father does not seem very happy." Xiyue took a careful look at her, as if he was hesitant to tell the matter, so that she was prepared.

"It's really big, the wings are stiff, and even the major events of marriage can ignore me as an old man." Before waiting for Xiyue to speak, Ling Zhong's thick voice sounded. Leng Yetong felt a shock in her body, and frowned slightly, then secretly lifted her inner strength to adjust her breath, so as to relieve her discomfort.

"The pupil met the master." Leng Yetong took a deep breath, got up, and quickly knelt down to salute. For Ling Zhongzheng, she is not only grateful, but also a little bit of fear. These fears come from the accumulation of time. Although he usually gets along well, once the fire starts, it is not something that ordinary people can afford. of.

"You still know that I am your master !?" Ling Zhongzheng's tone made Leng Yetong shudder, a strong palm wind rushed towards her, obviously smelling danger, but she did not dare to dodge, and took Ling stiffly Chiang Kai-shek. The body slipped back a lot, hitting the post behind it and stopped it barely, and a spit of blood came out with a ‘wow’.

"Master!" Xi Yue was startled when he saw this. He never thought that the old man would put such a heavy hand on the master and wanted to go forward and help her up.

"Xi Yueyue, you go down first, no matter what happens inside, don't let anyone in, remember, it is anyone." Leng Yetong looked back and drank her, exacerbating the word 'anyone', anyone China, of course, includes the Baili Momo.