Miss Luo?

Did he recognize himself?

Ling Luo was secretly frightened, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recognized him, then Gongzi Shu Jun probably knew about it.

But one yard is one yard, and Ling Luo doesn't have the extra mind to worry about what he doesn't recognize now.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Luo'er can't climb high." Ling Luo blessed his body slightly, seemingly low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, but in fact, his eyes were sharp.

Chen Moxu's face was slightly pale, and a layer of anger appeared on his face like a 10,000-year-old glacier, and he said coldly: "So, Luo'er is going to refuse this palace?" ”

The tone of danger was tinged with a hint of threat.

If Ling Luo took a leave of absence from King Qi just now, and everyone still had a gloating attitude of watching the show, then this time, they were really cold all over their bodies, and they gasped.

Even the battle of the Hundred Classics battlefield is no exception.

What should she do with that shocking woman?

Ling Luo lowered her head slightly, and the smoke containing orchid fragrance blew her hair. Silent.

Chen Mo quietly looked at her sunbathed shadow, and had a subtle illusion.

She is stubborn, and at this moment, she looks like she has a sad atmosphere.

Finally, she spoke.

"Luo'er will not marry His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Her voice was soft, with a hint of detachment.

Chen Moxu frowned.

This is the first time in his life that he has shown love to a woman, although this relationship has a very strong utilitarian color.

was rejected in public, and his face was gloomy.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very unhappy, and his voice was as cold as ice slag: "What are you doing?" Give Hongu a reason. ”

Ling Luo raised his head slowly, the corners of his lips hooked an indifferent arc, his eyes were bright, and his voice was clear: "If you want to know people's intentions, you have to be deeply united." Single-mindedness is endless, and it is not enough to cast paint and glue. ”

A beautiful voice, like the sound of a deep stream.

Chen Moxu's face turned pale, the expression in his eyes became sharper and sharper, and his voice seemed to come from the darkness of hell: "Do you want this palace to marry you alone in this life?" ”

What a bold woman!

Everyone showed fear on their faces, since ancient times, a man's three wives and four concubines have been Chang Lun, not to mention the current prince and the future son of heaven?

Ling Luo looked calm, and said with a light smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must not be able to marry only one person in this life, you are the future Ninety-Five Emperor of the Xijiu Kingdom, sitting in three palaces and six courtyards, and carrying countless beauties. And Luo'er only wants to have one heart in this life, so you are not in Luo'er's consideration. ”

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, and there was no trace of warmth in his voice: "What if this palace invites you as the crown princess?" ”

As soon as this statement came out. The house was silent.

Even Xuanyuan Yu, who had always been calm, looked at Chen Moxu suddenly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes burst out with a sharp edge.

The Crown Princess?

The future queen of the Xijiu Kingdom!

The glory of a body, the wealth of a hundred years, the greatest favor, what woman in the world can not be moved?

Ling Yue's face distorted. She was jealous, her eyes were red, and she was mad with jealousy.

Ling Nie's face distorted. He was surprised, incredulous, and thought he was dreaming.

Ling Zhan's face distorted. He was so angry that he dared to use his granddaughter as a bargaining chip to reach the top of the imperial power!

"I don't want it." Ling Luo smiled indifferently, his eyes were as clear as a mirror, and he refused loudly, "What about the crown princess, what about the queen, after a thousand years, it will be just a handful of loess." ”

She was already the one who died a thousand years ago.

A beautiful shell? Seductive right? Transcendent status?

None of this could impress him.