Friday Lang was upset by such a face-to-face scolding, and just as he wanted to say something, he heard the shopkeeper respond on the side: "Yes, Lord Wang." ”

There are few princes in this dynasty, and there is only one Prince Zhu who can live in the capital for a long time.

Friday Lang was so frightened that he trembled all over, he didn't dare to say nonsense, and fled in a hurry with Qi Mingyue beside him.

Feng Hongyin withdrew his gaze and looked down at the person who was half-leaning on him.

"What's so good about that kind of person?" Feng Hongyin whispered: "It's not even a month, and he betrayed you, where is it worth your worries?" ”

Feng Hongyin just said that Qi Mingyue was the daughter of Qi Daxue, a second-class member of the imperial court, and let him inadvertently save her, and this Friday Lang took the bait.

What qualifications does such a person who can betray the people around him casually have to be with her?

The person in his arms was trembling slightly.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her sockets.

Then, she pushed away his hand and looked at the person in front of her.

"You...... You did it, right? ”

Feng Hongyin readily admitted: "Yes, it was I who sent Qi Mingyue to him." ”

He took two steps closer and looked at her: "But I didn't force him to like Qi Mingyue, it was him who ......"

"Why?" She burst into tears, crying so much that Feng Hongyin's heart trembled.

Feng Hongyin reached out and wanted to hug her, but she pushed her away.

"Why!" She has always been weak and deceitful, and rarely has such a time to be questioned.

Feng Hongyin frowned: "Your Wulang is not sincere to you at all, why do you bother to ask me why?" ”

She staggered back two steps.

Why?

She had so little that her father, who had been very kind to her when she was a child, left her, and when she grew up, she was sent to the Emerald Feather Building.

Nothing was hers there, and all the money she earned would be taken by her mother.

It wasn't until she came out of Cuiyu Tower that she met Friday Lang.

This person is gentle and considerate and gives her all the warmth.

If there was no Feng Hongyin, she would still be by his side now.

But why did he take it away when she only had this little warmth?

Feng Hongyin has never been a modest gentleman, looking at her at this time, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Lu Yunmei, you are mine." He just looked at the person in his arms with such a calm face, and when he said this, no one would dare to contradict him: "You shouldn't like anyone but me, understand?" ”

Through the tears, the faces of the people in front of him are blurred.

But she could imagine what a proud look the man's face must have.

He is the pride of the sky, and he is the prince Zhu who is high, and even the saint has to give three points, so he naturally has what he wants.

She is just a little prostitute who came out of the Qinglou, how can she be qualified to make him condescend and know the pain in her heart?

Looking at the person in his arms, Feng Hongyin's heart twitched slightly.

The feeling of distress was particularly fresh, and he reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"Okay, don't cry," Feng Hongyin smiled, with a little satisfaction: "I'll change your identity in a few days, and you will be my side princess." ”

Since then, there has been no prostitute Lu Yunmei, and some are just Miss Jiao, who has been raised in the boudoir since childhood.

At that time, he wanted to carry a sedan chair eight times to marry her back to the palace.

That's where she's supposed to be.

A life of wealth and honor, will not be wronged.