Today is the knighthood ceremony of the Silver Mask King!

Feng Lingxue sat quietly in her seat, the silver-faced king, she silently recited this name in her heart.

There were a few young girls sitting around her, and when it came to the "Silver Mask King", the girls immediately chatted excitedly.

Wow, since the Silver Mask King was born three years ago, it was like a hanging, and he only swept away the Japanese Kou some time ago, and today he will be knighted and honored.

That's right, I heard that there was an explosion on Xishan Road a week ago, and two people died, a man and a woman, the man is Xuan Mu, the eldest son of Nan Wangjue, and the woman is Feng Lingxue, the head brand of Gillian's house!

I know about this, and there is no one in the country who doesn't know about this now, but I didn't expect Feng Lingxue to die like this.

Now those plastic surgery hospitals regard Feng Lingxue as a specimen of plastic surgery, and I heard that many women spend money to make Feng Lingxue look like Feng Lingxue.

Don't you see there's one there?

The two girls squeezed their eyebrows and secretly looked at Xia Ling, meaning that Xia Ling also had plastic surgery.

She's all right.

That's right, I have seen a lot of plastic surgery products in my circle of friends, and she is the most similar, so beautiful.

No, I want to fix it too, Fengling Xue is so beautiful.

Stop talking! Look, the Silver Mask King is here!

The Silver Mask King is here.

Hearing this, I don't know why, Xia Ling's heart jumped, and her eyes had already followed the past.

I saw that in the center of the crowd in front of me, a bulletproof luxury car drove into the red carpet, and the rear window slowly slid down a little, revealing half of a delicate and handsome face. 35xs

Shadow!

Xia Ling glanced at it in a daze, and when she wanted to look again, the luxury car sped away and quickly disappeared from her sight.

"Silver Mask King, say a few words. ”

"Click, click", the flashing lights of the media followed one after another, and there was a commotion at the scene.

Xia Ling looked at the direction where the luxury car disappeared, and suddenly felt a little pain in the right side of her face.

She lifted her little hand and touched the right side of her face.

The palms of her hands were slippery, and there was obviously nothing, but she felt as if her face had been cut by a knife, tearing pain.

What's wrong with her?

The Silver Mask King is gone, and I really want to see him again.

Don't be a nymphomaniac, the big man who stands in the center of power like the Silver Mask King is not accessible to civilians like us, live your own life.

……

The bus stopped, and Xia Ling came to the big one.

Instead of going in immediately, she turned around and went into a barbershop.

"Miss, do you want a haircut?"

"Yes," Xia Ling nodded, she looked at her long hair like a waterfall, and said softly, "Help me cut it short." ”

Twenty minutes later, on the big campus.

"Xia Ling, is Xia Ling here?".

At this time, a soft voice sounded in his ears, "Teacher, I'm here." ”

The dean of teaching and a few classmates looked up, and Xia Ling walked over.

Xia Ling cut her long hair short and landed on her shoulders, the student's head, a few sparse Qi bangs on her forehead, her black eyes as pure as water, and her healthy red lips, like a pretty water lotus, pure and moving.

She wore mother-daughter clothes with Mu Mu today, also a white down jacket, black slim pants underneath, two long legs tight and slender, and a pair of small white shoes on her feet, which amazed everyone as soon as she appeared.

"Wow. ”

I don't know who exclaimed, everyone looked at Xia Ling and forgot to react.

"Ahem," or the dean reacted first, she said kindly, "Xia Ling, come here, can you see which department you want to study?"

Xia Ling walked over generously, she looked at the subject list, and then picked up the pencil, "Teacher, I choose clothing design." ”

She put a tick after "Costume Design".

"Okay, Xia Ling, congratulations on officially becoming a student of the university. The Dean of Students announced.

Xia Ling slowly hooked her red lips, and now her little face was full of youthful vigor and delicate collagen.

She's only 21 years old, and it's just getting started.

Feng Lingxue is dead.

She's just Xia Ling.

Xia Ling and Feng Lingxue are completely different.

Feng Lingxue has a stunning cold face, she doesn't like to smile, her eyes are full of pain and sorrow, while Xia Ling stands in the sun, pure and beautiful, always with a sweet appearance with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

She began to be born again.

Everything was as she had dreamed it was, it was too beautiful.

……

Saihang Palace.

Brahman came to the door of the room and knocked on the door.

Soon, a low-alcohol voice came from inside, "Come in." ”

Brahma pushed the door in.

The brilliant morning light was refracted through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and Lu Ye stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes down, buttoning the silver buckle on his black suit.

The man with a crown of jade, even one side of his face is delicate and flawless, the handmade version of the expensive suit is ironed without the slightest fold, he is plated in a dazzling halo, thin and gorgeous, like an oil painting with a charming atmosphere on the streets of France.

"Master, it's time to leave for the palace. Brahma said in a low voice.

Lu Yeming gently lifted his handsome eyelids and stepped out of his long legs, "Well, let's go." ”

Out of the door of the room, a maid hurriedly ran over, "Master, it's not good, Miss Night is suddenly unwell and can't go to the palace with you." ”

Lu Yeming frowned slightly.

"Master, the original plan was for Miss Night to go to the palace with you, but now Miss Night is unwell, what should I do?" asked Brahma respectfully.

Lu Yeming glanced at Fanmen sideways, and then lifted his thin lips without emotion, "Go and pick up Jun Xiqing." ”

Brahma was stunned, the master is going to take Jun Xiqing to the palace together?

This should be the best option right now.

The palace is full of dangers, and Miss Junsan has always been intelligent and can assist her master very well.

But...

"Master, you treated her like that last night, I am afraid that she has a grudge in her heart, and it is not good for you to do bad things in the palace. Brahma voiced his doubts and worries.

Lu Yeming pulled his legs and went downstairs, and he said lightly, "It's okay." ”

……

In a luxury car.

Jun Xiqing sat in the back seat, with Lu Yeming beside her, she didn't look at him, but looked sideways out of the window.

Today, Jun Xiqing wore a white gauze skirt, a white cloak on the outside, a long black hair was elegantly and flexibly draped, and a white gauze scarf was covered on the palm-sized slender dust's little face, revealing a pair of delicate eyes.

Lu Yeming was dressed in a black suit, with a white square scarf stuffed into the pocket of the suit, and the bangs on his forehead were all pushed up, revealing his entire thin and handsome face, and his indifferent aura overflowed with a condescending sense of condescending.

Brahma glanced at these two people through the rearview mirror, and inexplicably felt that these two people were incomparably compatible, like... An inescapable fate.