Zhong Ling'er heard Master Fengchen's reprimand, and immediately grinned innocently, "Master, I almost fell to death Ling'er." ”

After laughing for a long time, he didn't mean to get off Nangong Ye's body.

"Ling'er, hurry up from the young master." Seeing that Zhong Ling'er had made a big mistake and didn't know it, Master Feng Chen was so angry that he immediately stepped forward and pulled the petite figure up.

What kind of system, what kind of system!

Nangong Ye is her future husband-to-be, she actually sits on his head like this, it seems that this marriage is going to go through some twists and turns.

Zhong Ling'er was dragged up by Master Feng Chen, and looked back at Nangong Ye with a blank face.

Young master? What young master?

As soon as I turned my head, I saw several big men, hurriedly helping a boy.

Is that boy the young master in Master's mouth?

The dappled sunlight passed through the lush branches, forming golden beams of light that fell on him, and even the white robe was dyed with a layer of golden yellow.

The breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway, and the pink peach petals fall all around him, setting off him as if he is a person who has come out of a painting.

Obviously just a teenager, but his whole body exudes a noble temperament, on that white cheek like jade, a pair of deep eyes flashing with bright stars, like a glimpse of eyebrows, obliquely flying into the temples.

His beauty is incomprehensible, and the beauty makes people can't take their eyes off it, but his face is difficult to see to the extreme.

I saw him standing less than a foot in front of her, and a pair of deep eyes were shining as cold as a sharp blade at the moment, staring at her deadly.

As the only son of the Beicang Emperor, he is also the future emperor of the Beicang Continent, since he was a child, no one has ever dared to hurt him for half a point, even if those maids and guards saw him from afar, they had to quickly kneel down and bow their heads to say hello to him, and it was impossible for anyone to dare to stare at him directly.

The girl in front of her is really bold.

Seeing that Nangong Ye's face was getting more and more ugly, Master Feng Chen quickly coughed lightly and said sternly to Zhong Ling'er: "Ling'er! What are you still standing!? Why don't you hurry up and apologize to Emperor Shao? ”

"Huh??" Zhong Ling'er turned her head and looked at her master with a pair of big black and white eyes full of question marks.

It didn't matter if she looked at it, but she found that her master's face was also not good, but unlike the young master, the master's face was more embarrassed.

Well, I don't know what I did wrong, but now that I'm in this situation, I'd better apologize.

She turned her head and apologized to Nangong Ye unwillingly and reluctantly: "Who is that, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to smash you, you are unlucky." ”

There was no remorse in the tone and attitude.

After apologizing, Zhong Ling'er turned around casually and said to her master with a smile: "Okay, master, I'm done apologizing, can I continue to pick peach blossoms?" ”

Master Feng Chen's head was black, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, insincere, and apologized.

I had no choice but to pull down my old face to help my beloved apprentice.

He whispered to Nangong Ye: "Young master, I'm really embarrassed, the bad guy is too stubborn, I hope the young master thinks about her youth and ignorance, don't worry about him." ”

Nangong Ye didn't buy Master Fengchen's account at all, glanced at him coldly, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't accept an apology." ”