Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 243 General Zhao Yun's Mansion ([-])
Rong Lingfeng, the third prince of the dynasty, it is said that his mother was a maid by the emperor's side, and she once spent the spring night with him while the emperor was drunk. So far, the prince in midsummer thought he could make a fortune by this, but how did he know that the third prince is a real one? He is a rich and dandy prince who visits brothels and gambling houses, but he is indispensable for all "good" things. Everyone knows that the crown prince Rong Beilan is handsome and the number one genius in the world. Many women admire him, including Rong Lingfeng's favorite. People, Wei Xuanji, the daughter of Prime Minister Wei.

Therefore, in order to win the heart, Rong Lingfeng has been imitating Rong Beilan's dress, but Miss Wei is so arrogant that she doesn't even bother to look at him.

"This beauty looks unfamiliar. Is this the first time you've come to the capital?"

"My lord, you called me wrong." Suddenly he made a plan, smiled coquettishly and walked forward, watching Rong Lingfeng stamp his feet shyly, "Oh, he is obviously a man."

Her coquettish appearance and delicate voice that makes people feel crisp to the bone make people's skin crawl at this moment.

Many people who were hiding in the distance to watch the play trembled violently when they heard the words, and they all stared at her with ghostly looks on their faces. This, this character is actually a man?

God, is this world a fantasy? How can a man be more beautiful than a woman?
"You, what did you say?" Rong Lingfeng staggered, and the guard behind him quickly supported him to stand still.

"My lord, have you taken a fancy to him?" Putting down Mi Yue, he kept winking at Rong Lingfeng with his sleeve brushing his face.

Looking at her charming and enchanting appearance, I just felt the blood all over my body rise, and I swallowed, "You, you say you are a man?"

"Yes, son, I was born with a beautiful face, but God is unfair. I gave him this beautiful appearance but made him a man, but I don't accept it. I want to fight against the sky, so I wear women's clothes every day. show people."

She took one bite at a time, and Miyue, who was lying on the ground, got goosebumps, covered her eyes with her paws and turned her head to the side, wailing in her heart, 'Who is this woman, I don't know her! '

Although Rong Lingfeng loves beautiful women, it's absolutely normal to think about that aspect. He stared dumbfounded at the awkward 'man' in front of him, and suddenly felt his stomach churning, and his complexion became more and more ugly.

"Ah, son, it just so happens that the family lacks a husband. You look so similar to Prince Rong. Why don't you marry him? One day when he meets Prince Rong and is remarrying, I will speak a few words of kindness for you in front of Prince Rong." , let you fly to the top?"

As soon as she mentioned the word 'Prince Rong', the people around felt that their hearts were raised in their throats, and at the same time, they looked at her with more contempt and ridicule. I didn't expect this man and woman to dare Hitting the idea on Prince Rong is really courting death.

Although Rong Lingfeng had always imitated Rong Beilan, the person he hated the most in his life was also Rong Beilan.

Emperor Chaoyun had four sons in total. The eldest died at an early age. He was the same age as Rong Beilan, but because Rong Beilan was born two days earlier than him, he was the second eldest, so he was suppressed to death. The fourth prince was still young and the only one The only one who can compete with him for the throne is Rong Beilan.

In Rong Lingfeng's mind, he is no worse than Rong Beilan at all, it's just that the world has no eyes, and everyone goes after Rong Beilan.

Even the woman he finally fell in love with only had Rong Beilan in his eyes. Now, even the man and woman are all focused on that person. Immediately, Rong Ling glared at Su Changle viciously, and suddenly grinned grimly.

"Since you like Rong Beilan so much, then I will help you!"

　There are two more at eight o'clock in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)