Ming Yulong thought to himself that Ling Wei's age was not very old, fifteen years old, the Feihe Sect Master was only forty years old at most, and his wife died two in a row, which sounded unlucky.

Rong Yi chuckled in a low voice: "I don't know about this." But after learning that the eldest young master of Ten Thousand Blades Villa was an idiot, the master of the Feihe Sect did not think of retiring from the marriage.

His first two wives were both born daughters, and Ling Wei was the daughter of her second wife. There was also one born to the first lady, who was the fourth in the door.

When I first got married, I was talking about Ling Wei, the daughter of the second lady. But the master of Feihe Gate was more partial to Ling Wei, so he wanted the first wife, that is, Miss Ling San, to marry.

However, Miss Ling San was unwilling, so the two of them made a bet, saying that before the wedding, they would see who found the best man for themselves, and the one who lost would marry to the Ten Thousand Blades Villa. ”

"So these two young ladies are catching good-looking men everywhere in Anyang, because they want to be better than the other one, so as not to marry an idiot, right?" Ming Yulong asked.

"Hmm." Rong Yi nodded, "I heard Qiaoling say that Miss Ling San found a fairly good-looking man to come back, so Miss Ling Wu has been searching the town and the surrounding area all these days, because the wedding date is coming soon." ”

No wonder as soon as she and Rong Yi came in, everyone looked at them strangely.

I have long known that the two young ladies of the Ling family are here to catch beautiful men.

Ming Yulong flattened her mouth, "But if she is so arrested, no one will sue the government?" "It's not the emperor's daughter, it's impossible to arrest people like this without a man from a good family to resist.

Rong Yi smiled faintly, and his voice was pleasant, "Ten Thousand Blades Villa and Feihemen have been in Anyang Town for a long time, and the government has to sell some face. What's more, the two are famous mansions here, and Miss Ling Wu is not ugly.

There are beauties with rich families who take the initiative to pursue, and most men can't refuse. ”

Ming Yulong nodded secretly, Ling Wei was Bai Fumei in ancient times in Anyang, these men like beauties on weekdays, and if they are sent, why should they refuse.

She glanced at Rong Yi, "No wonder Qiaoling didn't refuse to talk to you." ”

Rong Yi twisted her face with a smile and laughter, "Compared to your family background, you are countless times better than her, and men with eyes know who is the best." ”

When these words came out, Ming Yulong was even more dissatisfied, "Then if there is someone with a better background than me and a beautiful look, you, a man with eyes, will choose her again?" ”

"Little vinegar jar." Rong Yi smiled lightly and lowered his head to cover her lips.

Ming Yulong puffed out her eyes, and if she didn't explain it clearly, she wanted to gag her mouth, which was not okay.

She reached out to pull Rong Yi's hair, Rong Yi smiled and grabbed her hand, her arm pressed slightly, the two of them were tightly attached, leaving no gap, and her lips and tongue rolled and stirred in the familiar territory, plundering her air little by little.

Within a moment, Ming Yulong was panting by Rong Yiqin, his body was weak, his arms unconsciously hooked his placket, and his body was getting closer and tighter with his movements.

She thought in a daze, Rong Yi's kissing skills are really getting higher and higher, and now as long as she kisses it, although she is already a little familiar, but in his kiss, the soul seems to be separated from the body, as if she is about to fly to the nine heavens.