Chapter 38: Poetry Appreciation (2)
As we all know, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is the first in talent in the Xijiu Kingdom, is only sixteen years old, and he has already reached the ninth order martial artist of Mu Yuan, and he is about to condense the Yuan Qi Cyclone and become a martial artist.
And although His Royal Highness King Qi is amazingly talented, he is much inferior to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The crown prince has always been a nail in Chen Moxuan's heart, and Xuanyuan Yu's words unexpectedly pleased him. Therefore, the anger of the previous offense was unconsciously dissipated.
"It's only a matter of time before he overtakes him." Chen Moxuan snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and raised his head, his long and narrow eyes were full of rebelliousness, "It's not too early, drive back to the palace." β
"Congratulations to His Royal Highness King Qi."
"Congratulations to His Royal Highness King Qi."
Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo's voices overlapped. And the side lady Yu personally saddled the horse and followed King Qi to see him off.
After Chen Moxuan and Yu went out, Ling Luo couldn't hold back his breath, and with a "poof" sound, he began to laugh wildly.
"Haha
Looking at her appearance, a real smile also appeared on Xuanyuan Yu's face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons.
"You didn't see the way he pretended to be forced just now, poof, hahaha." Ling Luo smiled, "It's so cool." β
Xuanyuan Yu nodded with satisfaction: "You really don't like him." β
Ling Luo scoffed: "I'm insane, I like him!" β
When Xuanyuan Yu heard this, he was very useful, leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Then how much do you dislike him?" β
"Chen Moxuan, that scumbag teamed up with Ling Yue to burn me, but unfortunately it didn't succeed, how much do you say I don't like him?" Ling Luo asked back, and he no longer hid it.
Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Chen Moxuan also participated in the fire this morning?" β
"Of course I participated, Chen Moxuan sent his staff, the first fortune teller in the rivers and lakes, to Ling's mansion, saying that I was a four-yin evil thing, and gave Ling Yue an excuse to burn me."
Ling Luo's tone was light, and the two sentences brushed aside the thrilling life-threatening burning at the stake this morning.
Xuanyuan Yu's brows were getting tighter and tighter, he originally just hated Chen Moxuan's identity as Ling Luo's fiancΓ©, but now he hated why he didn't start a little heavier just now, and directly killed the ruthless man who loved face!
"It's late at night, let's go back to the Feather Spirit Pavilion to rest."
Ling Luo stood up and walked out the door.
Xuanyuan Yu followed behind her, and suddenly felt that her back was a little depressed. There was an urge in his heart to hug the slender back tightly.
He was taken aback by the idea of his own.
*.*.*.*
The next day, Ling Luo got up early in the morning and asked Sheng Ge to comb his hair in a more formal bun and dress more solemnly.
Meeting the mother of a nation is no joke.
If she can't adapt and move with ease, she is likely to be recognized. Today's poetry appreciation meeting is a Hongmen feast.
"Third Miss, is today's poetry appreciation meeting really okay?" Sheng Ge asked worriedly while helping her tie her hair.
Through the bright bronze mirror, Ling Luo saw an unusual look on Sheng Ge's face, she was puzzled in her heart, and asked, "What's wrong?" Any questions? β
"Third Miss, have you forgotten? Your poetry homework is a bit ......" Sheng Ge thought for a moment, his mouth was half-open, and he seemed to find it difficult to speak.
Ling Luo's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he quickly mobilized the memory in his mind, and then suddenly realized that the owner of this body turned out to be an out-and-out straw bag!