The coachman's legs were like radishes stuck in the quagmire, he was held by Ling Chu and couldn't move, he pulled her fingers hard, and frowned: "This Taoist priest, if you have something to say, you let go first!"

Ling Chu bit his tongue hard, tears came out directly, and he cried bitterly: "Poor little Taoist, I am at a prime age, and I haven't stepped on the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and my legs are so crippled, I am unwilling!"

Minghui is a timid and simple little girl, she was deeply impressed by Ling Chu's acting skills, so she was also deeply affected and cried loudly.

At this time, among the people who were originally upset with Ling Chu, someone recognized the logo on the carriage: "Tut, it turned out to be the carriage of the Qing Palace!"

"The Qing prince rarely goes out, and he can be hit by a person like the Qing prince, which is also the blessing of this little Taoist!"

Listening to everyone's bottomless praise for King Qing, Ling Chu twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his cry, "Wow!" suddenly focused everyone's attention on himself.

"Woo...... Little Taoist, what did I do wrong to suffer such a catastrophe?!"

Since the sixth master is a prince, then she has to take the opportunity to make a good mistake!

"You pay for my leg, if you don't pay for my leg, you will feed me for the rest of my life!"

The coachman probably also understood that he had met a scoundrel today, so he kicked Ling Chu away arrogantly, and said angrily: "When you touch porcelain, you have to look at the person, you dare to beat the idea of the palace, and eat the bear's heart and leopard's gall?!"

Although he didn't use much strength for this kick, it kicked Ling Chu's injury, causing her to snort in pain.

"Eleventh ......" Minghui supported Ling Chu in time, and said weakly: "The people of the Qing Palace, we can't afford to mess with it, let's go back?"

Ling Chu stiffened his neck and said unrelentingly: "You guys...... You Qing Wangfu is bullying, is there any royal law?!"

What about the prince? If you have revenge, you won't take revenge, but you are not a woman!

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted halfway, and King Qing's light voice sounded weak: "Qin Feng, give him a thousand taels of silver tickets to heal." ”

Although Ling Chu couldn't see the appearance of King Qing clearly, judging from the faint outline, he must also be a man from Zhilan Yushu.

Qin Feng broke free of Ling Chu and stepped forward and said angrily: "Sixth Master, this stinky Taoist priest is clearly ......"

Seeing that the curtain was lowered, he had no choice but to glare at Ling Chu fiercely, took out a money ticket from the money bag, and his tone was full of threats: "Let me meet you next time, it's strange if I don't skin you!"

Throwing the silver ticket in Ling Chu's face, Qin Feng got into the carriage angrily and drove away.

When the carriage passed by Ling Chu's side, it brought a gust of wind, which just blew the curtain up.

With a casual glance, she saw the angular side face of King Qing.

At the same time, King Qing raised his eyes and looked at it.

With a "bang", Ling Chu's heart exploded in an instant like fireworks.

White skin is better than frost and snow, eyes are bright sun and moon, spring immortals are not as good as this, and the moon god should be invisible.

Except for this line, her mind was empty, and she couldn't think of words to describe the peerless face of King Qing.

"Da da da", the carriage sped away.

Qing Wang Yunxuan, not to mention his noble status, and he was born with a peerless appearance, but it is a pity that he has carried the reputation of a lonely star since he was born in his mother's womb, and this body is frail and sickly, and it doesn't seem like a person who can live for a long time.

However, this did not prevent the Yun Kingdom from blindly worshipping the Qing king.

After all, that is a man as noble as the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, and people will fall at just one glance!

After everyone watched King Qing's carriage go away with admiration, they couldn't help but look at Ling Chu's eyes with disdain: "If you don't learn well at such a young age, it's really a bad trend!"

"Isn't it, the pit Meng has abducted and deceived the Qing prince, too much!"

Shaking their heads, everyone sighed and left as if they regretted a stumbling teenager.

"Eleven, it's so dangerous!" Minghui grabbed Ling Chu's arm, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

The silver ticket was tightly held by Ling Chu, and it was also soaked with sweat.

Her eyes were stunned, and she muttered after a while, "Yes, it's dangerous." ”