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

Master Ximen wore a sapphire blue dress, high riding boots, and his red eyes were as deep as flames. He was so handsome that all the women on the stage fell in love with him.

Don't talk about age, just look at his appearance, he is definitely the type of young and old.

Even though she knew he was getting old, Jing Jiaren was still on the stage and saw a young girl casting admiring glances at him.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. She really hoped that after 20 years, Ximen Longting would be able to take good care of her.

She looked away, looking for Ximen Longting everywhere, why is he still missing?

Master Ximen's speech has long since ended, and the banquet has begun, but no one has come to ask Jing Jiaren to go down.

She guessed that Ximen Longting's absence caused master Ximen's plan to not go ahead?

SUN ran around mischievously, sticking to the mirror for a while and looking down, and then crawled on Jing Jiaren's lap, holding the telescope and shooting everywhere.

The space she was in had a wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, from which she could have a sweeping view of the scene below.

However, from the outside, the mirror is a huge screen.

Jing Jiaren got a little impatient waiting, and at this moment, guests looked in one direction one after another.

The door was wide open, and Ximen Longting, wearing a purple dress, walked in from the side door, with a slender figure and straight steps.

Jing Jiaren heaved a sigh of relief when he finally saw him on stage.

It seems that the banquet is now officially underway.

Jing Jiaren saw Ximen Fenglie sitting up straight, the hand wearing the wrench moved slightly, and Vic bent down.

Ximen Fenglie ordered something, his eyes were on Ximen Longting...

Vic nodded.

Jing Jiaren stood up abruptly, suddenly becoming anxious.

Intuition told her that she must go down now.

"Miss Jing, the master hasn't ordered you yet, so you can't leave after staying here."

"I'm going down."

"Sorry, you must abide by the master's rules, and you must not break the etiquette procedures."

"I can't control that much now, I want to go down!" Jing Jiaren stood up and was pushed back by two servants.

In the hall, Ximen Longting's strides were big, with his head held high, every time he took a big step, and he walked straight towards Master Ximen——

In fact, according to etiquette, he should be brought to Jing Jiaren, shall we go down together?

Because Jing Jiaren saw several soldiers chasing in, she was repelled by Master Ximen's men.

Ximen Longting's face was slightly stained, and while walking, he reached out and wiped his cheeks.

He was full of menace, staring at the man on the throne without turning his eyes.

In the hall, nobles from various regions stared at him as he walked through the aisle.

Now that the rules have been broken, Ximen Fenglie seems to have changed his plan, and the servant brought out two long brocade boxes...

But Ximen Longting's hand was pressing on his trouser pocket.

Jing Jiaren was struggling all the time, and SUN kicked his little whirlwind leg to kick the servant away: "Go away, don't even touch the queen!"

"I'm pregnant, if you push me again, who will take the responsibility if something goes wrong!?"

"Let go of the queen, this is the young master's order!"

Jing Jiaren pushed to the servant, took the opportunity to open the door, rushed out, grabbed the long skirt and ran towards the corridor.

SUN came to the rear, and stumbled behind the servant who wanted to chase her.

Jing Jiaren ran to the gallery stand on the second floor, and some senior servants turned their heads to look at her in surprise.