Princess Against the World

A bowl of noodles itself is tasteless, and eating it under the gaze of others makes it even more uncomfortable.

I don't want to eat, but I'm hungry.

I was struggling to eat when I suddenly heard the sound of a riding crop being whipped.

Crisp and sweet.

What followed was the woman's scolding.

"drive!"

The horse-drawn carriage sped by, sending dust flying.

Ling Luoyu and others covered their noses with their hands, but Dingmiao used his hands to cover the bowl.

The dust entered his mouth, choking him and making him cough.

Everyone: "..."

After the dust passed, Dingmiao was disgraced, and the bowl of noodles also turned gray.

Dingmiao: "..."

The waiter was sensible and walked over quickly: "Sir, look at this... how about I change a bowl for you?"

"No, I deserve it! I can't eat it!"

Dingmiao stood up angrily, threw away the money, and walked towards Lijiazhai first.

Feng Chenglin approached Ling Luoyu and said, "Third Young Master, does our Young Master Miao have a grudge against Li Jiazhai? Why does he look so bitter and hateful when he mentions the things inside?"

"Didn't you hear that he often came here when he was a child?" Zhou Yan looked seriously: "Maybe there are people here that he doesn't want to know, or things he doesn't want to remember!"

Ling Luoyu then stood up: "Since he said he wanted to go straight through, let's not stop. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us if we don't open the mountain!"

The waiter was right. Lijiazhai was full of traffic and people.

Not to mention riding a car, even riding a horse is difficult.

The four people looked at each other, dismounted, and led the horses forward.

Dingmiao walked in the front, looking straight away. It seemed that he was determined to cross the city and leave this place as quickly as possible.

This was the first time for Feng Chenglin to see so many people in the market, so he walked slowly.

When he came to his senses, Ling Luoyu and others had disappeared.

"These people are walking really fast...as if they were being driven to death by ghosts!"

After wrapping the candied haws and bought some snacks, he jumped up to the roof, looked around and found Ling Luoyu's direction.

He led the horse and chased after him: "Third Young Master..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes must have been on Dingmiao, and he was indifferent to Feng Chenglin's disappearance: "What have you been doing again?"

"I bought some delicious food..." He took out the candied haws and gave a bunch to Zhou Yan, only to find that the Ding Temple was gone: "Where is Master Miao?"

"What about that!" Zhou Yan took the rock candy fox and ate one, frowning sourly: "I've been standing there for a long time and I don't know what to look at."

Following his instructions, Feng Chenglin discovered that Dingmiao was gathered in the corner with a group of people, seemingly reading a notice.

"Isn't he in a hurry to leave? Why is there still trouble?" Feng Chenglin threw something to Zhou Yan and squeezed into the crowd.

"Announcement... Open a mountain to worship the gods, the tower god shakes the spirit, opens the heaven order, pleases people's hearts, success!"

Glancing at Ding Temple, I found that he was still staring at the notice, and I couldn't help but be speechless.

"What's there to read in these few words?"

Moreover, after looking at it for a long time, there was no response.

Dingmiao didn't seem to notice what he was talking about, and still looked at the notice without blinking.

"Dingmiao?"

Feng Chenglin realized something was wrong with him, so he stopped joking and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Dingmiao blinked his eyes, took a breath, and suddenly turned to Feng Chenglin as if he had just come back to his senses.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I asked you what's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin waved his worried right hand a few more times in front of him.

"You were distracted just now. Did something happen?"