Chapter 12 The King of Waste Materials
Feng Linglang felt puzzled, whether he had lost his eyes too, or if something had happened in the Hou Mansion recently.
In addition to doubts, his eyes couldn't help but follow her, watching her calm and calm in the face of the rude behavior of her own guards, and there was not even a cold light in her eyes, full of curiosity and impatience, just like those previous flaws were just passing away.
If it weren't for the smirk she leaned against the window, he would have doubted himself.
It's that people are curious, especially when it comes to things that are unknown and contradictory.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Jinxuan just enjoyed the music of the piano, opened his eyes, and saw that the eldest nephew who was dragged by him to accompany him didn't know when he had run to the window on the other side to look at something, and he couldn't help but walk up curiously, he always felt that there were too few things in this world that could arouse this guy's heart, so few that there were almost none, except for martial arts training is fighting.
Curious leaned over and looked around, but only to see that the surroundings were so quiet that the needles could be heard, there were no half people in the corridor, and the lobby below was just a few people squirming, Mr. Rui's storytelling time was still early, and now it was still sparse.
"Go back. Feng Linglang glanced at him lightly, and turned away from the window indifferently.
Feng Jinxuan's expression froze, and then his face was weak, and he raised his hand to pat his eldest nephew's shoulder, "I said Ling Lang, if you do this again, you will really be a teenager, you are only twenty-one years old this year, and you are in the prime of your youth, don't make yourself look like an old man of sixty or seventy years old." β
Although he is an uncle and nephew, Feng Jinxuan is only twenty-five years old, he is the younger brother of Emperor Yuan's father and mother, and he was only seven years old when Emperor Yuan succeeded to the throne.
It's just that although he survived successfully, he only had an empty name as King Xuan, and he was powerless, even worse than his nephews, and he could only wander around with nothing to do all day long.
The Chinese military officials of the dynasty also looked down on this King Xuan, and the martial arts were unwritten, enjoying flowers and walking birds all day long, and none of the princes who were willing to compete for the throne were willing to pull him into the gang.
However, there are those who want to pull Ling Lang into the gang will find a way to go from his side, who makes him the closest to King Lang, who has always been alone.
It's a pity that this one is too out of tune, so those who come to the door often go in with a smile and come out angrily.
Feng Linglang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and left directly, and it was already his limit to waste more than an hour when he came out.
"Eh, you're ...... Hey, wait, Ling Lang, isn't that your fiancΓ©e?" Feng Jinxuan wanted to stop it with a black line on his face, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the familiar blush that came in downstairs, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.
Of course, it doesn't mean that he welcomes Ling Yanran much, but he is simply happy that there is a good show to watch, or this boring nephew's good show, is Ling Yanran here to arrest people, how does she know that Ling Lang is here?
For Ling Yanran, if there is any man in the royal capital who doesn't like her or even hates her, it is definitely Feng Jinxuan who doesn't have to doubt it.
He hated Ling Yanran very much at first sight, this girl was not very old but heavy-minded, and she was extremely unpretentious on the outside, and she couldn't hide her pride and arrogance in her bones.
Of course, the reason I didn't like it the most was the undisguised disdain and disdain in the eyes of this little girl when she saw him for the first time, she was a twelve-year-old girl at that time, and she could see what the future would be like at a glance.
In his opinion, this girl is 100% unworthy of Ling Lang, but it's a pity that his selfish royal brother has taken a fancy to it, and there is no way.
Feng Linglang was stunned when he heard this, but Ling Yanran below had already made a fuss before he entered the teahouse.
There was still a circle of bandages on her head, and she was smashed on her forehead last night, so she was still holding her breath in her heart, and in the morning, she heard that Ling Muran went to see her father, thinking that her father didn't even want to see him now, and she hated Ling Muran even more to the bone marrow.
When she heard that Ling Muran and Xue Niang were going out in the afternoon, she couldn't help it anymore, she couldn't trouble her in the house, and she couldn't be outside?
"It's just a small teahouse, I don't believe that Miss Ben will seal it immediately, let's say, where is Ling Muran's slut?" The other party's non-cooperation made Ling Yanran, who was already angry and continued to vent, hover on the verge of outburst.
Now Ling Yanran is still a spoiled daughter, she was not trained out of the city and scheming by her mother, at this time, the Lin family was confined in another courtyard, no one gave her advice, and the bad points of her body couldn't wait to pour out.
"Tsk, it's really worrying to close the store, eldest nephew, you have to help your uncle, your uncle only has this financial source, and if it is sealed, you have to drink the northwest wind. β
Feng Jinxuan looked at the expressionless Feng Linglang with a smile, the little white rabbit turned into a tigress in a second, but unfortunately the nephew didn't give it a try, and his eyes didn't change.
The boy below who was threatened by Ling Yanran still didn't change his face, but his smile was a little colder, "I believe it, but as long as this teahouse is still open for a day, everyone needs to obey the rules." β
"You ......"
"Miss......" The maid beside Ling Yanran carefully pulled her clothes and reminded her in a low voice, "This teahouse seems to have something to do with Lord Lang, Miss think twice." β
Ling Yanran was stunned for a moment, and when she heard King Lang, her reason was a little clearer, and she looked at the little boy in front of her suspiciously, how could a teahouse that could entertain guests with such a vulgar imp have something to do with Brother Lang, but now is not the time to ask clearly, she hesitated, but still suppressed the anger in her heart and said, "Do you know who I am?"
The boy couldn't help it, and he didn't know whose tone he had learned, so he spread his hands helplessly and said, "Miss herself doesn't know who she is and how can she know it, Miss looks quite faced, and she can't help it." β
Ling Yanran's anger under the strong pressure just now burst out again in an instant, and the neon fox beside her was used to the fake tiger, and immediately shouted, "Bold, my young lady is the daughter of Jingkang Houye, and she is also the princess of Lang Wangye, if you insult the young lady so much, aren't you afraid that the prince and the prince will cure you." β
"Oh~ It turned out to be Miss Ling, disrespectful and disrespectful. It's a pity that the boy still didn't have any emotional changes, but said politely, "This girl is serious, how can the contemptible people insult the young lady, but a few people have been embarrassing the contemptible." β
"You...... Don't you hear, Miss is the future princess of King Lang, and Miss's words are the same as King Lang's, even if this teahouse is King Lang's, it will also be Miss's, and all the rules are not Miss's. "Where there is a master, there is a servant, and the master and servant are all equally brainless.
The boy was a little funny, and suddenly felt sad for Brother Lang, marrying such a woman, it seems that the backyard will be difficult in the future.