Ji Wanniang didn't make any more moves, just squinted at Zhao Fuling.

"You really won't force me to die for Daqi?"

Zhao Fuling laughed: "You have such a temperament, I just forcibly asked you to go, will you go?"

Ji Wanniang raised her head a little arrogantly.

Zhao Fuling smiled and sighed, "So, I really just asked you to go and see Yingqi. As for where you go after reading it, I don't care anymore."

After a pause, she added, "Of course, if you're willing to follow me, that's fine."

Ji Wanniang snorted coldly.

She looked back at the people in the Half Moon Hall.

The soldiers brought by Shen Chi were all good players, and the people of the Half Moon Hall were not opponents at all, and the team had already scattered and began to flee in all directions.

And Ah Zhu, who was full of stubbornness, happened to be thrown onto a horse by Shen Chi.

Looking at Shen Chi's originally handsome face, Ji Wanniang said, "This pool guard, is it your person?"

"Yes." So far, Zhao Fuling has not hidden it.

"He came to Cangwu to look for me on purpose, and later when he saw the Zong family recruiting guards, he mixed in."

Ji Wanniang didn't listen to the latter sentence, and only asked meaningfully, "Is it also your male favorite?"

Zhao Fuling: "...... It's not."

Ji Wanniang saw that Zhao Fuling was deflated, and her heart finally became happy: "Your vision is not very good. The Seventh Prince of Daqi, although he has a better reputation and some skills, his appearance is really not outstanding."

"But this Chi guard is different, young and promising, handsome and handsome, it is better for you to give up the Seventh Prince and accept him."

Zhao Fuling held her forehead and paused before saying, "His name is Shen Chi."

"What does it have to do with me?" Ji Wanniang muttered.

But after saying that, she felt that the name was somewhat familiar.

Shen Chi...... Isn't this the fiancé of the young master of their family when he went to Beijing?

Ji Wanniang looked at Zhao Fuling in shock, and Zhao Fuling nodded: "That's right, it's what you think."

Ji Wanniang glanced at Shen Chi, then retracted her gaze and looked at Zhao Ling: "What about you?"

"We have nothing to do with each other." Zhao Fuling said, "His fiancée, Miss A Ling, died in the Shangjing Imperial Palace. I took her place and went out of the palace, and then I met the Seventh Prince." ap.

Ji Wanniang didn't know what to say for a while.

Can't be this Shen Chi, now with Zhao Fuling's face, see things and think about people, right?

Or, do you think Zhao Fuling is a stand-in for Miss Ling?

She hates such a man the most.

Ji Wanniang couldn't help but think of Zong You and that Wan Niang, and she always felt nauseous.

The horse was bumpy, and she quickly gathered her thoughts and didn't let herself think crankily anymore.

Shen Chi took care of the things behind him, and Zhao Fuling took Ji Wanniang all the way back to the courtyard where she was temporarily staying.

As soon as she got to the door, Thirteen came out, "Ma'am."

Zhao Fuling turned over and dismounted, and said, "Is Jingmo back?"

"I'm back, Your Highness is taking care of Commander Ying in the house."

Zhao Fuling nodded to indicate that she knew, then looked at Ji Wanniang on horseback, and said, "Don't come down?"

Ji Wanniang glanced at Thirteen, turned over and dismounted.

As soon as she took a step forward, Thirteen said in a deep voice, "Miss Ji, I'm tired of handing over your weapon."

"Why?" Ji Wanniang said, "What if I don't pay it?"

Thirteen's face instantly became much colder, seeing that he seemed to have a tendency to draw a knife, Zhao Fuling hurriedly said: "Forget it, if you don't pay it, you won't pay it, she came to see Yingqi, and she will leave after reading it."

Ji Wanniang: "......"

Thirteen didn't speak, and led the two inside.

Although this small courtyard is not large, it is scattered.

The wall blocked the scenery of the second courtyard, and as soon as she moved over, Ji Wanniang saw a person.

The man stood under the porch, his hands behind his back.

He was tall and straight, dressed in a moon-white robe

Blowing with the wind, with the green shadow in the courtyard swaying, it looks like a beauty painting out of the hustle and bustle of the world.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look.

The slender eyebrows are lightly closed, and the eyes are dark. When he looked at it, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with ice and snow on the top of the mountain all year round, with endless indifference and coldness.

It wasn't until he saw Zhao Fuling that he stretched his eyebrows and slowly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Ling." It is an extremely gentle tone, with some affection.

Li Jingmo strode over and stood still in front of Zhao Ling.

The closer it is, the stunning demeanor is even more dazzling, and even the eyebrows and eyes seem to be bright.

Such a person......

Ji Wanniang was stunned for a while.

Li Jingmo held Zhao Lingling's hand and looked at her, "Are you hurt?"

Zhao Fuling shook her head, held him back, and said with a smile, "Ji Longtou said that he wanted to see Ying Qi, so I brought her back."

Li Jingmo turned his head to look at Ji Wanniang.

The two looked at each other, and the coldness in Li Jingmo's eyes made Ji Wanniang frown unconsciously.

She remembered the sticky gaze of "unevenness", but looking at the glamorous man in front of her, she really couldn't match the two.

"You...... Is it the Seven Princes of Great Qi?" Ji Wanniang opened her mouth.

Li Jingmo just frowned and ignored her.

Zhao Fuling played a round next to him: "Yes, he is Li Jingmo, the seventh prince of Great Qi."

Li Jingmo was unhappy, and his eyes lifted to look at Zhao Fuling. Zhao Fuling added with a smile, "It's also my husband."

Li Jingmo frowned.

Ji Wanniang: "......"

Fang Cai's sense of amazement disappeared in a flash, and she instantly lost any good impression of Li Jingmo.

In Zhao Fuling's words, the love brain is unacceptable.

No matter how good-looking you look, you can't do it.

Ji Wanniang followed Thirteen into the house, and Zhao Lingling was next to Li Jingmo and asked, "Is Ying Qi awake?"

"Now I'm asleep again." Li Jingmo rubbed Zhao Fuling's fingertips and said softly, "Are you going to bring Ji Wanniang?"

Zhao Fuling shook her head: "I don't force her."

Li Jingmo lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Lingling with a smile, "You really don't want it? Then why did you use Ying Qi's name to deceive her?"

Zhao Fuling's mind was seen through, and she was a little embarrassed.

She let out an "oops" and said, "Now that she has been dismissed by the old lady of the sect and treated as a traitor, it is estimated that the Half Moon Hall will not be able to stay any longer. In that case, why don't we take the opportunity to take the opportunity to join us? Ji Wanniang is a very useful person."

"Yes." Li Jingmo smiled and pulled Zhao Lingling into his arms.

There was no one in the courtyard, so he grabbed Zhao Fuling's waist, lowered his head and kissed Zhao Fuling gently on the lips.

"Whatever Madame says, it's what it is."

Wrapped in a familiar atmosphere, Zhao Fuling was also a little uneasy.

Since the two went down the mountain, they have not been idle, let alone close.

At this time, touching Li Jingmo's soft lips, Zhao Fuling couldn't hold back, and took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss it.

After intertwining her lips and teeth for a long time, Li Jingmo turned sideways and gently lifted her up and put her on the railing under the porch.

Zhao Fuling put her arms around Li Jingmo's neck and half-tilted her head, indulging the other party's pleasure.

In the depths of love, when the two were about to change venues, Zong Yaoyao's voice suddenly came from the small wooden door in the side yard.

"Excuse me, Seventh Highness, Cousin Ling."