Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

But Jing Jiaren assured that Ximen Longting was not as rich as Master Donggong——

Because, as far as the eye can see, many carvings are gold-plated, luxurious and golden everywhere.

When the train arrived at the station, the servant helped Jing Jiaren to get off the train and told her that Princess City would take a carriage for a certain distance and was built in a crystal cave.

In the crystal cave, every crystal is worth money!

Master Donggong is definitely a rich local tyrant!

For so many years, he may have made a fortune by mining underground in various ways!

Considering that there are so many sites of Master Donggong, when digging, you may accidentally find something good.

Ximen Long Ting's face was cold, and he also saw the wealth of Master Donggong.

In front of the station stood a long line of soldiers in blue uniforms and spittoon hats.

A row of soldiers in riding uniforms stood behind, each holding a horse in their hands...

There is also a luxurious black carriage.

The road here is narrow, and the only difference from the ground is that there is no car.

Cars are not easy to use here, and everyone uses horses as a means of transportation.

Coupled with the old royal-style buildings, it is full of a sense of age, as if traveling to the bustling Europe in the 70s.

When Jing Jiaren got off the train, all the soldiers waiting for her knelt on one leg, raised their swords to the ground, and lowered their heads in a respectful and unified posture.

"Princess, welcome back to Real Madrid City."

Only one person was still sitting on a black strong horse, wearing a black cloak-like clothes and a basin-shaped hat.

Jing Jiaren was about to approach, and that person turned down lazily and immediately.

A pair of black boots, tight trousers, music can be seen wearing a blue riding jacket under the cloak, the neckline is an oval jewel, and the lower part is decorated with white pleats.

Very typical British aristocratic attire.

Jing Jiaren immediately clenched Ximen Longting's hand, looking inquiringly.

No way?Could this man be Master Donggong?

The hat was too big, and with the backlight, the shadow fell to cover his face, making it hard to see clearly.

But his size and feel make people feel very young.

Ximen Longting's face was very cold, and his whole body exuded a terrible aura.

Knowing that he has an impulsive personality, Jing Jiaren repeatedly asked him not to confront Master Donggong before getting off the train, and he agreed...

The man walked up to Jing Jiaren, suddenly knelt down on one knee, took her hand hanging by her side, and kissed the back of her hand.

All this happened so fast that no one could react.

The man lifted his hat and stood up, put his hands on his waist, and bowed to salute: "Welcome, my little sweetheart."

He straightened up, revealing a cynical face.

The middle hair in the shawl was combed behind his head and tied casually with a blue headband. A pair of black eyes shone like obsidian.

He looked at Jing Jiaren, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Jing Jiaren stared at him, in a blink of an eye, thinking of the Deep Water Tavern——

The man she once imagined as Ximen Longting!

She remembered very clearly that he also had a cross necklace like this hanging on his chest.

When she broke the wine glass and stabbed it into her body, he leaned over and pinched her jaw, and the pendant swung back and forth in front of her eyes.

"My name is Donggong Ziche, you can call me Toru."

He stared at Jing Jiaren with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and he had to look down at her with a touch of intimacy.

Then, Ximen Longting made a move.