Princess Against the World

No one expected that Ling Luoyu would say such a thing, and he was all there for a while, and the room was extremely quiet.

After a long time, Zuo Furong paled and trembled, "Ling Luoyu...what did you say?"

"Isn't Ben Shao clear enough? The young masters all over the capital are envious of your talent and beauty, so you think you are a unique beauty... But in Ben Shao's eyes, you are spoiled, bitter, self-righteous and reasonable. Not forgiving...not as sensible as Miss Hao...at least she understands that she shouldn't be personally attacked..."

Zuo Furong gritted her teeth: "It's the fat guy, sorry for me first..."

"Yes! This matter is that we made a mistake first... But as far as I know, Miss Zuo and the prince have a very good personal relationship. There were rumors a year ago that... The words are not desecrating Miss Zuo’s boudoir name?"

Feng Chenglin took a breath, why didn't he hear this?

Heaven, is this the woman who moved the prince again?

Ling Luoyu raised her eyebrows frantically and squinted her lips: "Miss Zuo, you don't object to the rumors with the prince, but you complain that Fengchenglin has ruined your reputation. I am afraid that only you know the mystery here?! Zuo Furong , Remember one sentence...Today you are ignorant of answering him, and tomorrow, he will make you unable to climb...Fatty, let's go!!!"

Feng Chenglin was still in confusion, but he still followed Ling Luoyu and went straight back to his room. Only then did he wake up from a big dream.

"San Shao...what you said...The matter between Zuo Furong and the prince, is it true?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were deep, and he sank leisurely: "Half of the people in the capital know that Zuo Shilang intends to cling to the prince, so he blocked a lot of people from asking for a kiss... But your old man doesn't know. Baba's going to propose marriage, can you still add a block ?!"

Feng Chenglin sat down, "She and the prince... actually..."

"Fat man, to be honest, I can see that you like Zuo Furong a lot, and you really hope that this marriage can be done... But listen to my persuasion, she is not your food... This woman has a lot of thoughts, you can't play. Her...so, before you fall completely, get out of your way..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly got up, like a needle sticking his ass: "San Shao... you did all this on purpose today, right?"

"Yes! I just want you to see her attitude towards you so that you can completely give up...Fatty, fell for a woman like her...not worth it!"

Feng Chenglin nodded, and smiled reluctantly: "Three young masters, you are too underestimated...Is this the kind of person who will fall for women?"

Ling Luoyu knew him. He had no scheming and a hearty personality. This kind of love hurts at most for three or five days, so he was too lazy to comfort him and got up and walked to the terrace.

It was close to noon, and the auction was about to begin. The hall downstairs was full of people, and the sixth-floor terrace was crowded with people and noisy sounds.

She swept away inadvertently, she met a pair of deep eyes that contained Baichuan.

"It's him?"

It turned out to be the enchanting man who played against her in front of the palace that day.

He was sitting on the most central terrace on the sixth floor, dressed in white, smiling lightly, still so enchanting.

Beside him, stood a black-clothed man with a long sword in his arms, the man and the sword were one, and his intent was compelling.

Hearing Ling Luoyu whispering, Feng Chenglin leaned forward curiously: "Who?"