"It's okay, at least we can touch such a beautiful ring, unlike some women, who don't even have the opportunity to touch it."

A close friend who knew Leng Yuefeng and Leng Meiying's grievances looked at Leng Meiying with a sneer, and the others immediately followed her line of sight, and their eyes gradually became playful.

"Oh, it turns out that the third waste lady of the Zhenguo Houfu is also here, hehe, I don't think she has a chance to touch this precious space ring, because our generous Sister Feng will definitely give her a space ring to touch."

"Yes, yes, Sister Feng's belly is amazingly large."

Leng Yuefeng listened to these flattering words, and felt as if she had been empowered.

Just as she was about to 'pot-bellied' and let Leng Meiying touch her baby ring, a disdainful voice suddenly sounded.

"It's just such a broken ring, and you're embarrassed to take it out to show off?"

Leng Yuefeng's smug smile froze violently, and the other women surrounding her looked at the voice in surprise, all sighing, who dared to laugh at the future queen.

When Leng Meiying heard this voice, her expression that had not changed finally had a little more ripples, and the piece of juan cloth that was placed in her arms with his name written on it seemed to have become warm at this moment, and her little face was slightly red.

The crowd moved out of the way one after another, and a man who was nine feet tall, with a tiger's head sword hanging from his waist, his left hand habitually lightly buckled on the tiger's head on the hilt, with cynicism on his face, and a constant nine-inch-and-five-minute supreme step under his feet, came with his head held high.

Looking at this familiar smile, a trace of warmth rose inexplicably in Leng Meiying's heart.

This person, naturally, disappeared inexplicably for more than a month.

There seemed to be an invisible force in his body, and the crowd in front of him gave in, allowing him to walk calmly.

Leng Yuefeng naturally recognized him, it was him at the beginning, and he completely defeated the two deep palace masters beside the second prince with just one move, and knocked their teeth to the ground, forming a big 'cheap' word.

Looking at Feng Tianche who walked over step by step, Leng Meiying snorted quietly.

This bastard, although this ring is worn on Leng Yuefeng's hand, but this is refined by Miss Ben, and she dares to say that Miss Ben is refining a broken ring......

Leng Meiying just wanted to teach him a lesson, but Feng Tianche had already deceived her, looking at her condescendingly, and the difference between the noses of the two was less than five centimeters.

Looking at this delicate little face that was even more flawless than jasper, Feng Tianche smiled evilly, reached out and used his index finger to pick up Leng Meiying's round jaw, which was as round as jade, and smiled.

"Little sister, do you miss me?"

Without waiting for Leng Meiying to answer, he said again: "You only want to think three times a day, right?" Only eight hours at a time? Hey, you really don't have to think about me too much, you see you want me to lose weight......"

Leng Meiying really wanted to slap him out, but the trace of heartbeat at the first sight had already turned into anger.

"How did you get here?" Leng Meiying asked half puzzled, half annoyed.

"Of course I miss my dearest little sister, for you, I don't think about tea, I don't want to eat, I ran over with a blank eye, how about it, don't you appreciate me? Well, since you are so grateful to me, then I will reluctantly let you kiss it, and you are not allowed to stick out your tongue, or I will bite you......"