"Qingge."

A clear song made everyone who had already stepped into the door pause slightly, and they all looked back.

Seeing the noble figure in a purple robe standing not far from Feng Mansion, everyone couldn't help but look at Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white and had a beautiful face and a cold body.

The person who came was the third prince Murong Yixuan, her fiancé, although it was said that the two relatives had withdrawn, but because of Murong Yixuan's unwillingness, this family affair has been delayed until now, and the relationship between the two has not been broken.

The onlookers were originally not optimistic about the marriage between the two of them, because Murong Yixuan was the most talented and immeasurable son of the new generation of Yaori.

And although Feng Qingge is the eldest lady of Fengfu and the first beauty of the sun, in this world where strength is respected, her strength is mediocre and inconspicuous in the eyes of the world, and even the innate strength of the children of some families is stronger than her, not to mention, her face was ruined some time ago.

Even if her appearance has recovered now, her cultivation strength is too weak, and in the eyes of everyone, she is still not worthy of Murong Yixuan, after all, the person standing next to a proud son of heaven must be a woman with first-class appearance and strength.

"You guys go in first!" She handed Yangyang to her grandfather and told them to go in first.

"Okay, let's talk about it! If he really can't do it, he will be called into the house. The old man said, and then he took Yang Yang and walked inside.

Feng Xiao glanced at Murong Yixuan, shook his head, sighed and walked inside. Although he is quite satisfied with Murong Yixuan, it is a pity that he can't help his daughter if he doesn't like him, even if he is satisfied with him, everything has to be based on his daughter's wishes.

Murong Yixuan stepped forward and watched that the original scars on her face had all disappeared, and her face had returned to its previous slippery and traceless, looking at her who was so beautiful but alienated, his heart hurt slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"There is a teahouse not far ahead, let's go have a drink!"

Feng Jiu glanced at him, and saw that many people around him were watching, so he nodded and followed him to the wing room on the second floor of the teahouse not far away.

In the wing, the atmosphere is slightly solidified, there is no intimate love between lovers, and there is no shyness and obsession.

The two sat at the table, Murong Yixuan poured tea for her, looked at her with an indifferent and detached expression, slightly narrowed his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes, and stared at the tea in his hand: "Grandpa Feng went to my father and told him about quitting his family, but I didn't agree." ”

Feng Jiu took a sip of tea, and when he heard this, his eyes moved slightly, he glanced at him, and said, "I told you about the retreat, the two of us are not suitable, and it is not interesting to drag it." ”

"Not suitable?"

He raised his eyes in a daze to look at her with an indifferent expression, and smiled bitterly: "We can be said to have grown up as childhood sweethearts, how can it be inappropriate?" I know you've annoyed me because I didn't recognize you in the first place, and I know it's my fault, but, Qingge, can't you just give me another chance? ”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu looked at him and shook his head with a smile, his eyes were sharp and clear, and the slow voice came out of his mouth unhurriedly, ruthlessly hitting his heart.

"Actually, you don't love Feng Qingge as much as you imagined, with your wisdom, I believe you should have noticed that I sitting in front of you is different from the Feng Qingge you are familiar with."