Chapter 13 Go to the Prince's Mansion to withdraw the money by yourself

"How so? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dignified and proud, handsome and chic, and it is too late for the little woman to admire, how can she have an opinion on His Royal Highness the Prince? ”

Luo poured out all the harmless algae in one go, and couldn't wait to use all the praise words he had learned all his life.

Ahem, if you say a few words against your will, you shouldn't be struck by lightning, right?

And then, and then...... Yeming really didn't pay attention to her anymore and turned around to leave.

It turns out that this prince is so easy to dismiss, and he will pass after saying a few good words?

Luo was still immersed in dreams.

However, "Brother Prince, you can't just let go of that woman, she's ......"

Yun Feimo, who was standing quietly waiting to watch a good show, was a little panicked, I don't know what kind of tendons his brain was cramping, he forgot the pain before the scar was healed, and he died again to stop Yeming.

Before he finished speaking, he was immediately frightened by Yeming's cold glance and shut up.

The corners of Luo's mouth twitched again and again, and she finally managed to get the evil ghost away. Yun Feimo would have died by herself, so why did she pull her? What's wrong with her? And say she's a mean woman?

Do you have a hole in your brain or a history?

But Yeming is already planning to let her go, so there should be nothing wrong with her.

Thinking that someone flew out directly and fell to the ground just now, Luo tilted his blood vessels tightened, and sympathized with Yun Feizhuo in his heart for three seconds.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the bleeding case, a certain talker shook his fan coquettishly and spoke, "It's going to be dark soon, Lord Yunxiao should go home early to wash and sleep, and then the prince of Yunyang will be in a hurry." ”

"Don't bother the prime minister, the county lord will leave." Yun Feimo is not stupid, he will accept it when he sees it.

Thinking of the horror of Yeming, Yun Feimo was still a little creepy, otherwise it would never be possible to speak so well.

Before leaving, Yun Feimo glanced thoughtfully, and the corners of his bloodshot mouth hooked up with an evil smile. Needless to say, what is being calculated.

Luo Tiantian, it was you who provoked the county lord first, since this is the case, then don't blame the county lord for being ruthless!

"His Royal Highness the Prince, it is not easy for the grass people to do a small business, look at this porcelain man......" After an extreme struggle in his heart, the boss finally mustered up his courage, and took two steps forward with some embarrassment, staring straight at the little porcelain man who was caught in his hand by Yeming at some point.

"Go to the prince's mansion and withdraw the money yourself." Yeming coldly shook off a sentence and took a long step, leaving without looking back.

"Alas, what a sin!" Ling Xi shook his fan and followed Ye Ming away.

In fact, just now, everyone, including Luo Tiantian, was quite sympathetic and admired the boss, and dared to ask the prince for money, and his courage was commendable.

Luo Tiantian was still feeling guilty for hurting his boss by his unintentional words at that time, but he didn't expect it...... Yeming was so generous.

But also, the royal son, who doesn't regard money as water, you can flow as much as you want!

Yun Feimo walked away with the support of the maid, Ye Ming and Ling Xi also left, and Luo Tiantian naturally left the place of right and wrong as quickly as possible.

Calm returned to the streets. Under the wave of the setting sun, everything is as before, as if nothing has happened.

Gradually, it got a little dark, and the vendors packed up their stalls and left, and there were few people on the streets.

Luo Tiantian continued to walk leisurely on the street, but changed streets. She didn't plan to go back to the General's Mansion at all.

Suddenly, out of intuition, Luo Tingtian felt like someone was following her.

Turning her head sharply, Nima, there were really four black-clad masked people approaching her.