Charming bone fragrance, concubine this snake and scorpion

Leng Rutong was wounded and walked extremely slowly, and the banquet venue was far away, and Leng Rutong deliberately waited until it was getting dark, so when they slowly walked to the banquet hall, it was already an hour later .

Before I entered, I heard someone roaring inside: "What's the matter with this Leng Rutong, I haven't come here until now, why didn't Aunt Zhao who went to ask for a letter?"

Leng Ruling lowered her head and was secretly complacent. How could she invite any young lady now? I'm afraid Mrs. Zhao was frightened when she saw the corpse. Now that the prince is here, she dared not report it, fearing that it would be bad luck.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard a burst of hoarse crying from outside. Before she could raise her head to see who it was, she saw a white figure with disheveled hair rushing in quickly.

"Father, father, you have to be the master for your daughter, otherwise she will not die with peace." Leng Rutong screamed with all her strength, pinching her thigh with one hand, tears streaming down her face The whole horrible little face was covered.

Her black hair was messy, and a few strands of hair were clinging to her face and glued together with tears, and her white pajamas were soaked in blood, red and white intersecting, strangely as if she had drilled out of the ground in the middle of the night.

Everyone in the hall was startled, Leng Qingxiang pretended to be calm and roared to this sudden person, "Who are you?"

Leng Rutong sneered secretly, this incompetent father couldn't even recognize his own daughter.

"Father, my daughter is Rutong." Leng Rutong raised her head while talking, but her eyes were not on Leng Qingxiang, but on the good sister sitting beside her.

"what……"

"Ghost, ghost..."

"Don't come to me, don't come to me..."

The people caught by her sight screamed in surprise, some fell to the ground with a thud, some jumped up and hid beside Leng Qingxiang, some sat on chairs trembling, their faces were livid and their lips were purple .

So not frightened?Cold as pupils, eyes like cold light exuding a terrifying aura.

Leng Qingxiang yelled: "Calm me up, it's really useless, just one person can scare you like this, and make the princes laugh."

Leng Qingxiang looked at the daughters who had no posture, and his face was ashen, and he was not much better than them. He didn't know that these daughters had done something wrong and were afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Even though Leng Qingxiang yelled loudly, these daughters did not regain their composure, and were still terrified. Only Leng Ruling asked calmly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Father, you have to be the master for Rutong, otherwise I would also want to crawl out in the middle of the night to clear myself up." Leng Rutong pleaded with tears all over her face.

The words crawling out in the middle of the night deeply frightened the trembling hearts beside them. The unscrupulous girls who had just calmed down a little screamed again in fright, and some even cried out of fright at these words.

"Shut up!" Leng Qingxiang yelled again, not understanding how these daughters could be so out of control, completely forgetting that the two princes were here.

It was all caused by the people kneeling in the lobby, he asked angrily, "Are you Rutong?"

Leng Rutong raised that face that looked neither human nor ghost, and for the first time put her gaze on Leng Qingxiang.

This father is really well maintained. After giving birth to such a bunch of offspring, he still looks very energetic. He really looks very young at the age of forty.

When Leng Qingxiang saw who was coming, he immediately became furious: "You are late for such an important banquet, and you make such a horrible appearance. You really want to disgrace the prime minister's residence."

Leng Rutong sneered, she was so miserable, crying so pitifully, her whole body was hurt, when his father saw her like this, he just said that he had disgraced the prime minister's mansion, and didn't have a word to ask why She does what the Lord means.

Leng Rutong pinched her thigh again, and lay weakly on the ground crying: "Father, my daughter doesn't want to do this either, but Dad, my daughter has done something even more embarrassing."

Well, you are so afraid of losing face, right? Then there is something even more humiliating for you. You are always holding on.