"Zefeng, what kind of beauty do you say is it, who makes my young twelve-point lost soul?"

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, Yu Qianling's heart jumped violently. She thought that when she saw him again, there would only be anger and hatred in her heart. But why does my heart hurt so much now?

Xiao Cui hurriedly said, "Miss, that's the Fifth Prince Xiang Wangye." Xiang Wang Ye is handsome and chic, and he is known as the first beautiful man in the imperial capital. Next to him was his personal bodyguard. ”

Yu Qianling gritted her teeth, turned around, and saw Mo Zixiang coming over. As he drew closer, her heart beating wildly, nervous, heartbroken, disappointed, and resentful. At this time, mixed feelings.

Mo Zixiang's gaze fell on Yu Qianling's face, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yu Qianling saluted respectfully: "The folk girl has seen the prince." ”

Mo Zixiang stopped, smiled, and said gently, "Girl, please get up." Presumably, you are the daughter of the valley lord of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines. ”

Yu Qianling looked at his hypocritical smile, and his indifferent appearance quickly flashed in his mind. She couldn't wait to immediately pull out the sword in Mo Xi's hand, and then slash at Mo Zixiang. But if she did, she would die.

Yu Qianling smiled slightly, and said calmly: "The prince has good eyesight. The folk girl is the righteous daughter of the medicine king. ”

"This king has heard that the king of medicine adopted a girl more than ten years ago. You've been staying in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines? Didn't go to your birth parents? Mo Zixiang asked.

Yu Qianling smiled and shook his head: "Ten Thousand Medicine Valley doesn't ask about the past, only about the future." ”

Mo Zixiang looked at Yu Qianling and thought to himself, he thought that Qiao Yuewei was already captivating the country and the city. Unexpectedly, there is such a peerless beauty in this world. Dressed in white, fresh and refined, it is like coming out of a fairyland.

"Dare to ask the girl's name." Mo Zixiang said.

"Back to the prince, the little girl's name is Yu Qianling." Yu Qianling said.

Hearing Yu Qianling's three words, Mo Zixiang was shocked, and he pretended to be calm and said a good name.

Take a closer look, the woman in front of her is indeed a bit like his princess Xiang, but how can that slut be so beautiful. Thinking of this, Mo Zixiang regained his composure.

Mo Zixiang frowned, pretending to be sad: "Girl, you have the same name as the late princess of this king." When the king thought of her, he felt a little sad in his heart, and made the girl smile. ”

Looking at Mo Zixiang's hypocritical face, Yu Qianling really wanted to slap it. His words made her sick.

"The prince is really a person of deep affection." Yu Qianling said.

Mo Zixiang sighed: "It's not a secret, the princess of this king is the princess of the clouds." When the two countries go to war, casualties are inevitable. The princess was so worried and sad that she couldn't afford to get sick. The king tried to persuade him many times, but to no avail. ”

Not far away, Mo Hanyun and Lifeng stood there, looking at Yu Qianling and Mo Zixiang.

"This Mo Zixiang is really good at acting. If he didn't know the truth, his subordinates would still think that what he said was true. Lifeng said sarcastically.

Mo Hanyun smiled coldly and strode over.

"I heard from the twelfth brother that there is a peerless beauty in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, and this king also wants to see it. I didn't expect to be the first to be taken by the fifth brother. ”

"This is the Nine Princes." Xiao Cui said in a low voice.

Yu Qianling saluted again: "The folk girl has seen the prince. ”

Mo Zixiang saw Mo Hanyun coming over and smiled: "What's wrong with the ninth brother today, he is so interested in Miss Wanyao Valley?" ”

"It's just a joke, the younger brother just happened to be passing by. From the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines to the capital, the road is long. Miss Yu has been tired all the way, and she seems to be a little tired, so let's have a good rest. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, but don't look tired to meet the saint. Mo Hanyun said.

"Thank you for the reminder." Yu Qianling said.

"Miss Yu finally came to the capital, don't be so rigid the ninth brother! Is Miss Yu interested in visiting the garden with this king? Mo Zixiang asked with a smile.