Meng Fei got used to it

Chapter 80 Who Will Marry the Prince
The courtyard outside the study room is sunny.

"Hey, why don't you laugh." Mingfeng hid under the shade of a tree, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his hand, dangling under Wushuang's nose to tease her, "Aren't you good at laughing?"

Wushuang half leaned on the tree trunk, raised his head and gave him a cold look, "How does the spoon taste?"

"Hey, not bad." Mingfeng showed a memorable expression, and licked the corner of his mouth wretchedly, "To be honest, it's a pity to be a maid for Miss Yue with your skills."

Wushuang just ignored her and turned her head to the other side.

Mingfeng went around to face her facelessly, and continued to scratch her nose with the bristlegrass, "What's your name?"

"..."

"Tell me, what's your name. If your young lady marries our prince, we will spend more time together in the future. I can't even know your name."

"Mingfeng, who wants to marry the prince?" Wushuang still didn't bother to talk to her, but another voice asked.The pearls are round and jade-run, very pleasing to the ear.

The saint walked slowly with a group of people, with a smile on her face, but a trace of coldness in her eyes.

That bitch surnamed Yue really has no sense of shame, and even planned to marry Ye Tianhan in delusion.

With such a low cultivation base, approaching him is nothing more than a skin.With his temperament, it is absolutely impossible to fall in love with her, absolutely impossible.

Ming Feng felt a headache when he saw this woman, so he pretended not to hear it.

After a long while no one answered, the saint winked at the maid beside her.The maid understood, walked up to Wushuang and said arrogantly, "Who is your young lady? How dare you shamelessly seduce the prince."

With a dirty mouth, Wushuang looked down at her own toes, not even giving her a look.

Ignored by a maid Chi Guoguo, the face of the saint suddenly became ugly.Seeing this, the maid next to him slapped Wushuang, "Seeing that the saint doesn't kneel, doesn't answer questions, just slap her mouth."

"The saint is amazing?" Wushuang quickly pulled out a large spoon from behind and shook her back.

The saint gritted her teeth in anger, but deliberately frowned at the maid, as if to blame, and finally turned to Wushuang with a smile, "Young lady, do you know who I am?"

"do not know."

Oil and salt did not enter, the corner of the saint's mouth twitched twice, her smile almost froze, and she pretended to sigh, "Since you are so stubborn, I can only deal with you. Someone, take her down."

"No time, come in." Before he could make a move, Ye Tianhan's voice suddenly came from inside.

"Girl, you should be careful in the future, not everyone is as talkative as I am." The saint smiled at Wushuang, turned and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the study, he saw Ye Tianhan sitting by the window with a woman.The woman was wearing a water-blue long dress, her long hair was casually tied to one side, and there were two crystal-clear beaded flowers inserted in it.

With bright eyes and bright teeth, there is a lightness all over her body.The cultivation base is not high, but the appearance and figure are extremely outstanding.

She was peeling an orange, and she threw a piece into her mouth, frowning sourly, and looked at Ye Tianhan gloomily, "Is this called sweet? Are you fucking kidding me, or is your sense of taste out of order?"

"It's yours to eat."

"It's you who said it wasn't sour."

"I'll tell you casually, and you'll believe it."

"Show face, brother, you are a dignified prince."

The two chatted casually, and the more the saintess looked at her, the more ugly her face became.

Ming Feng was right, this bitch was about to talk about marriage with Ye Tianhan.

He is cold by nature and not close to women, no matter how outstanding the beauty is, he will not take a second look.This bitch who wants to be cultivated but not cultivated, who wants to be born but not born, who has a bit of beauty, why can he sit here?Why can you get him to look at you differently?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she could hardly control her emotions, and forced a smile, "Miss Yue, right? Do you know what kind of crime it is if you don't kneel when you see the saint?"

(End of this chapter)