Princess Against the World

Because of the nervousness, the tea cup tipped over and the tea overflowed and fell on the portrait.

"sorry Sorry……"

Song Ling quickly put down the tea cup and wiped the tea off the portrait with his hands.

But at that moment, her hand suddenly froze——

"This is……"

The woman in the portrait turned out to be Ling Luoyu.

She has followed the living ancestor for so many years and knows his habits.

When he painted portraits of women, he never painted faces.

But this time, it actually had the appearance of a woman.

And this woman is still Ling Luoyu! !

The living ancestor's hand suddenly stopped at that moment, and his brows wrinkled in obvious displeasure.

"Song Ling, what's wrong with you?!"

"I……"

"You've always done things neatly and neatly. You've never been so fussy. Why are you so fussy today?!"

The Living Ancestor slowly put down his brush and looked at Song Ling who was packing up the portrait.

"Did something happen?!"

Song Ling's movements were obvious: "No... no..."

"That means you have something on your mind!!"

The living ancestor slowly raised his hand and pressed Song Ling's hand.

"Tell me, what happened?!"

The moment his hand covered Song Ling's, her body visibly trembled and she raised her head in horror.

"I……"

She wanted to say!

I want to say all the words according to Ling Luoyu's wishes at all costs!

But when those words really came to my lips, I didn’t know how to say them.

Especially under the gaze of his eyes, I didn't know what to say.

Her appearance made the living ancestor frown.

"What's wrong?! What happened?"

"fine……"

Song Ling suddenly withdrew his hand and sat there on his knees, somewhat at a loss.

"Song Ling, you have never been like this... something must have happened! Tell me, what happened?!"

The more Songling didn't say anything, the more suspicious the living ancestor became.

"Could it be that...that Miss Ling bullied you?!"

"Miss Ling..."

Song Ling's heart suddenly hurt and he raised his head suddenly.

"Isn't it drunken rouge?!"

The living ancestor's pupils shrank inexplicably: "Songling... Can you pronounce Zui Yanzhi's name?!"

Song Ling's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and it hurt terribly: "Yes... I am not worthy of calling her name, but now I want to know... who is the Miss Ling I am serving? !”

She slowly lowered her eyes and focused on the portrait.

"Living Ancestor, you have been painting a portrait all your life, but today you suddenly have a look...and it still looks like her...what is going on? Is it true...as she said, you mistook her for Drunken Rouge?" ?!”

"Since you already know, why do you have to ask again?!"

The living ancestor's eyes were obviously displeased.

"Song Ling, you have always been a cautious person. What happened today? Why are you so presumptuous!?"

"I'm not being presumptuous, I'm just expressing the doubts in my heart... Living ancestor, in your heart... who is she!?"

"Who has anything to do with you? Are you qualified to ask the truth?!"

The Living Ancestor suddenly flicked his sleeves and brushed everything off the table.

"Song Ling, you are becoming more and more impudent now..."

"I'm not being presumptuous, I just want to know!!"

Song Ling's voice suddenly became much louder, without any of the cowardice in the past.

"I want to know who she is to you... and who I am to you..."