Princess Against the World

"She? Will she be the daughter of destiny?" Ruan Qing took a breath: "Auntie, do you have such a high opinion of her?"

"So I want to see if this is God's will. If she can get December, then..." Master Mei couldn't help clenching her hands: "Qing'er, there is a high probability that she is the chosen one!"

"But what if it's not?"

"That proves that all our previous guesses were wrong! And... we have to continue looking for that woman!"

"..."

"Head..."

A little Taoist nun ran into the camp, panting.

"There's someone outside who insists on breaking in. He said..."

"Oh my god, I'm so exhausted..." Feng Chenglin was sweating profusely and rushed in in a panic.

The little Taoist nun hurriedly stopped her: "Why did you come in? Didn't I ask you to wait outside?"

She looked at Master Mei with a troubled expression.

Master Mei waved her hand and signaled the little Taoist nun to go down.

She knew who Feng Chenglin was.

At this time, he suddenly appeared, maybe there was a different story.

Feng Chenglin fell into the chair where he sat, drank half a glass of cold water in a big gulp, and then wiped his mouth vulgarly with his sleeve.

"Master Mei, I..."

Who knew that when he waved his hand, a black rubbing floated out and landed in front of Master Mei.

Feng Chenglin's movements suddenly froze, and his eyes furtively glanced at the rubbings.

As for Master Mei, she didn't pay attention to the dirty rubbing at first, but Feng Chenglin's movements and eyes made her heart tremble inexplicably, and she subconsciously looked at the rubbing.

"What's this?"

"Nothing..." Feng Chenglin stretched lazily as if he had just woken up from a big dream. Following that movement, he walked in front of Master Mei and raised his hand to grab the rubbing: "I picked it up by chance. Handkerchief, for wiping your nose..."

Who knew Master Mei suddenly raised her hand and pressed the rubbing: "Mr. Feng, is such a dirty piece of cloth used to wipe your nose... a little too dirty? Qing'er, give your handkerchief to Mr. Feng!"

Ruan Qing couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Auntie..."

What are you doing?

Can a girl's handkerchief be given away casually?

Even if I want to give it away, it can’t be Feng Chenglin!

But Mrs. Mei once again looked at it: "Mr. Feng needs a handkerchief!"

"oh……"

Ruan Qing was confused and handed over the handkerchief hesitantly.

"No need?!" Feng Chenglin had no intention of taking over the handkerchief. Instead, he grabbed the other half of the rubbing with one hand and chuckled: "Mrs. Mei, this handkerchief from my daughter's house is for my lover. It's not suitable for me to use... …As for me, it’s better to use this rag!”

His fingers increased their strength, trying to take the rubbing back.

But Mrs. Mei suddenly changed her hand and grabbed the other half of the rubbing with one hand: "Mr. Feng, if you are so nervous about this... thing, I'm afraid it's not as simple as rubbing your nose, right?"

"I just used it to rub my nose... If you don't believe it, you can take a look. There is still some snot from my nose on it!"

"..." Master Mei frowned in disgust and subconsciously glanced at the rubbing.

Feng Chenglin's evil smile deepened: "Master Mei, I am a bit nostalgic, and I am still poor, so I am always reluctant to throw away used things, and the more I use them, the more affection I have... Therefore , I appreciate Master Mei’s kindness. Please give this handkerchief back to me, Master Mei, please don’t take it away from others.”