Princess Against the World

Yan Ziyue was wearing a long emerald green dress, pink and white, and her eyebrows were more joyful than usual.

This was incompatible with the bitter and resentful state she had been in a few days ago.

"morning!"

He raised his fingertips and said hello leisurely.

"Morning..." Feng Chenglin bit the bun and watched her sit down with dumbfounded eyes.

However, after sitting down, he seemed to remember something and slowly stood up, bent his knees and saluted.

"High Priest."

Mo Xishu chuckled and tapped her seat with her finger.

"Sit down and eat!"

"Thank you, high priest..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is there something wrong with someone else, or something is wrong with him.

Why do I feel that the mental state of these people is completely different from yesterday.

He looked at Ling Luoyu with questioning eyes, but she acted as if nothing had happened and was still eating her own meal.

When he winked again, he looked over calmly.

Feng Chenglin understood instantly and lowered his head to eat.

——Ling Luoyu also saw that something was wrong, but he couldn't help but pretend that nothing happened.

In this case, let's all act together.

Maybe she was in a good mood, so Yan Ziyue didn't stop humming while eating.

A mouthful of porridge, a meal, and then hum.

Feng Chenglin followed her rhythm and ate the buns one bite at a time: "Don't tell me, if you can have such a ditty every day, you will gain two kilograms of meat..."

I looked around and remembered something.

"By the way, didn't Dingmiao go call Zhou Yan? Why haven't you come yet?"

After swallowing the buns and taking a sip of porridge, he thought of something and smiled.

"Didn't those two guys agree to elope together?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Mo Xishu calmly: "Grandma, they are gone, do you know?"

"puff!"

Feng Chenglin spit out a mouthful of porridge.

What does it mean?

Mo Xishu's expression was obviously shocked, but he soon regained his composure: "What did you say? Who left?"

"Zhou Yan and Dingmiao," Ling Luoyu ate the porridge calmly and lowered his eyes without looking at her: "The two of them just left the priest tower, you know, right?"

"Really? Come here!" The high priest stood up suddenly and called two people: "Go and ask what's going on, why the guests left, I don't even know, why no one told me!"

"Yes!" The two men agreed and left quickly.

As for Zhou Yan and Ding Miao leaving without saying goodbye, Jun Lai, Mo You and others didn't have much reaction.

It seemed as if the existence of those two people had nothing to do with them.

This rather indifferent reaction does not look like brothers who escaped together from the gate of hell.

Feng Chenglin really couldn't hold it back: "Well, why are they leaving? Hey, I told you guys, don't just eat. Do you know what's going on?"

"It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and the legs will grow on them, how do I know?!" Yan Ziyue ate in small bites, looking intoxicated by the delicious food.

Mo You burped loudly. It looked like he was full, but he was still stuffing buns into his mouth.

"Maybe... they had something to do, so they left first... Is there anything strange about it?"

Biting the bun, his speech was slurred.

Jun Lai still had the iceberg look on his face, eating slowly: "Didn't I tell you everything? They want to leave, and no one can stop them, so why not?"