Zhao Tianyu immediately raised his hand to surrender: "I can warn you, if she has three longs and two shorts because of this, I will fight hard with you, and I don't care if you are a prince or not." ”

His eyes swept to Fan Yingying, whose face was a little stiff, and said, "Miss Fan, don't you want to write a wish to hang on the tree?" What if it happens? ”

"I ......" Fan Yingying's tender eyes were filled with mist, looking at Xiao Yanhao, obviously so close, but she felt far away like never before.

All she could wish for was to marry him.

Why?

Isn't she dignified enough, not beautiful enough?

Why can't he see himself?

"I know." After Xiao Yanhao waited for Fan Yingying to walk away, Fang said, there was a trace of loneliness in the eyes of the lonely phoenix.

How could he not see her suspicious appearance.

It's not the first time he's felt it, either.

Zhao Tianyu saw Xiao Yanhao looking up at the Prayer Spirit Tree, raised his hand and patted Xiao Yanhao's shoulder, and comforted:

"Actually, that Miss Fan just now is not bad, if you can marry her, think about it, is Fan Xiang standing with you, or standing with King Qi."

It's also wonderful to think about.

Xiao Yanhao's voice was cold, and his deep voice seemed to crawl out of hell: "If you like it, I will ask my father to marry the two of you on the same day." ”

Zhao Tianyu's face instantly collapsed: "You are not human!" ”

You deserve to dislike you......

Xiao Yanhao snorted coldly, tapped his toes, and hung the red silk in his hand on the top of the Prayer Spirit Tree.

Zhao Yunzhu caught a glimpse of Xiao Yanhao's figure flying up, and almost couldn't help screaming and applauding.

Damn, how can you be so handsome.

"Sister Yunzhu likes His Royal Highness King Xiang?"

Fan Yingying looked at Zhao Yunzhu's usually indifferent eyes and looked at Xiao Yanhao's shining, and couldn't help but ask in a sour tone.

Zhao Yunzhu held the hand warmer in her hand, looked back at Fan Yingying, and responded softly and weakly: "What does Miss Fan think?" ”

Fan Yingying pursed her lips and was a little angry.

Zhao Yunzhu chuckled and said, "Miss Fan already knows that His Royal Highness King Xiang has a heart, why don't you consider others?" ”

A trace of panic flashed in Fan Yingying's eyes, but when she remembered her decision, she immediately said firmly: "Sister Yunzhu, how do you know that His Royal Highness King Xiang's sweetheart can't be me." ”

Such an obvious refusal, is Fan Yingying stupid?

Zhao Yunzhu looked at the firmness in Fan Yingying's words and the flash of loneliness, and shook her head inwardly, but she couldn't help but want to give her a thumbs up.

People who are persistent for love really don't give up on the Yellow River.

Zhao Yunzhu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Whatever you want, but please don't put hostility on me, Miss Ben is delicate and frail and can't stand the slightest fright......"

The words fell and took Lilac's hand and went in the direction of Zhao Tianyu.

Fan Yingying tugged at the red silk in her hand and looked at Zhao Yunzhu surrounded by them in the middle, as if that woman was born to be the center of everyone.

She's really fed up.

Why did everyone revolve around her?

It's just a terminally ill and hopeless person, and it's not better to die directly.

"Donor, what do you want to write?" The little monk looked at Fan Yingying and only dragged the red silk without moving, and asked hesitantly.

Fan Yingying glared at the little monk coldly, and threw the red silk on the table: "What to write, if it can be realized, I would have written eight hundred times." ”

The words fell and turned away in a huff.

The little monk picked up the crumpled red silk, a little unclear.

Why is it that the person who was still smiling just now is angry?