Chapter 10
Murong Chongjing wanted to say something at first, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he held his mouth, and his eyes flashed sadly, "Actually, it really doesn't matter! Anyway, my old man has never thought highly of me, and I don't think I have to." Prove something to him."

Leng Muhan raised his brows, "Did I say that you were asked to participate in the Spirit Fighting Conference so that you could prove it to someone? Eight years ago, who said that you wanted to enter the Holy Spirit Temple and help me win a group of talents to help me?"

Murong Chongjing was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth. It took him a long time to find his voice and said in disbelief, "Then, you still remember what happened after so long!"

"What? Do you want to regret it?" Leng Muhan had a straight face.

Murong Chongjing looked at Leng Muhan, whose face had turned cold, and hid his mouth pitifully, "I don't dare!" At the end, he muttered with extreme grievance, "It's a shame that I still treat you as a brother, thinking that you are just trying to make me Showing your face in front of the old man."

Leng Muhan pretended not to hear his muttering and nodded with satisfaction, but a suspicious smile quickly crossed the corner of his mouth.

The two then discussed some Lingcheng disaster relief matters. Before leaving, Murong Chongjing suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, but I still have a question. Tell me, why did Leng Zefeng choose a loser? Is it to lower you? wary?"

And the Beiying Lingjiu they talked about was sitting in a sedan chair at the moment. Gossips floated into her ears from time to time along the way. Only this time, not only did she not feel sad or humiliated, but she felt more and more surprised that she couldn't hide it. A scene so similar to her expectations, she just hoped God wouldn't make a joke to her.

Feeling that the sedan had stopped, Beiying Lingjiu subconsciously grasped the hem of her clothes on the side, and the red wedding dress wrinkled with her strength. However, as time passed by, the outside of the sedan remained calm.

I don't know how long it took before there was the sound of slight footsteps, and then a man's voice, "His Royal Highness is dealing with disaster relief matters in Lingcheng. The matter is important and urgent, so he cannot come to marry Miss Beiying in person. I hope Miss Beiying can I am considerate of His Highness the Crown Prince."

The Beiying Lingjiu in the sedan was startled, and then smiled with relief. He was disappointed but also happy at the same time. Yes, look at her. She was so excited that she forgot that he did not come out to marry her in her previous life. She I only met him 'by chance' after getting married.

The spirit vulture blinked slightly, her eyelashes flashing slightly, and then she turned up the silk handkerchief, revealing her plain face.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into an uproar because of the man's words, but this was also expected by them. I believe that the men present were not willing to marry a loser and go home. Even ordinary people, no matter how bad they were, would marry someone of a low level. warrior.

Of course, big families like those disdain martial arts and would not let their children become warriors. Naturally, if this loser becomes useless, he may not even be able to beat a beggar on the street!

(End of this chapter)

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