The King's Killer Mad Concubine

There is also a man in the Accord, he is dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a jade crown, his expression is indifferent, he is sitting there, the air around him is like being in a cold place, so indifferent, without a trace of warmth, he is drinking elegantly Xiaocha looked at Fengyan with a cold expression, without saying a word.

There is no doubt that he wants to use Feng Yan for his own use!

"Ling'er, don't cry, what do you think of a girl like you?" Mu Chenlin looked at her humble appearance with a displeased expression, and said in a deep voice.

Lan Ling leaned against Feng Yan's arms, and the smile in the corner of her eyes gradually brightened, "Brother Wang, isn't he happy for Ling'er? After Ling'er waited for four years, Yan finally returned to Ling'er's embrace."

Hearing this, Feng Yan sneered, Lan Ling, Lan Ling, you are still as self-righteous as before!

"Princess Lanling, please call me the Seventh Prince in the future! Can you call me by my name?" Feng Yan said coldly and cruelly in an instant.

"You...!" Lan Ling's eyes widened, she looked at him in disbelief, thinking that he was rejecting her, her face turned blue instantly, "Are you still blaming me?"

Feng Yan raised her eyebrows lazily, and said with a half-smile: "What do you think this king blames you for?"

"You obviously..." Lan Ling's face darkened suddenly, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

The scene has changed, the location has changed, the time has changed, and even...the people have changed, Lan Ling is still the same Lan Ling as before, and Feng Yan is no longer the same as before.

"Happy!" Seeing Feng Yan's calm look, Feng Luo excitedly jumped up from the chair and cheered loudly without even thinking about it.

"Who?" Feng Yan and Mu Chenlin reacted and shouted at the same time.

Seeing that she could no longer eavesdrop, Feng Luo simply came out of the Accord with a playful smile, "Good morning, Brother Seven, good morning, Brother Mu!"

"Fifth prince?" Mu Chenlin looked at him in surprise.

"Brother Wuhuang, why are you here?" Feng Yan frowned, seeing Feng Luo's frivolous look, he was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable!

Seeing Feng Luo's appearance, Lan Ling's face changed slightly, and anger flashed in his eyes, "You bloody flower picker, why are you here?"

Look, just now he looked weak and pitiful, but now he is proud again!

The corner of Feng Luo's mouth slowly drew an inscrutable smile, and he approached her step by step, with a frivolous smile, "Why can't my highness be here? Is the first floor opened by your house? What right do you have to prevent my highness from being here?" appear here?"

"You... a disciple!" Lan Ling was so angry that his face flushed.

"Huh, why are you pretending to be pretentious with my Highness, a [bitch] is a [bitch]!" Feng Luo said, slapping Lan Linghong with a slap, and slapped Lan Linghong's pink face, "You think you are Tianqiong? His Royal Highness, the princess of the country, dare not touch you? How dare you pretend to be innocent in front of my younger siblings, and don’t look at your own virtues!"

As Feng Luo said, she slapped her and was about to slap her again.