Princess Against the World

Now Ling Luoyu can almost conclude that the Fatty Feng in front of him is definitely not the life and death brother he used to be.

She sat sideways and looked at Feng Chenglin lazily.

"Fatty...Oh, no! Young Master Feng...I suddenly wanted to ask out of curiosity, what are you going to do after you get married?"

Fatty Feng's smiling eyes became slits: "Brother Ling, you see what you said... This is a marriage, of course, you are guarding your beautiful wife at home!"

"Then those ideals you once had... what to do!?"

"Ideal!? What ideal!?" Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "Those are all jokes made by children, they can't be taken seriously! Brother Ling, we are all men, this man is How can you be willing to leave the **** at home when you're home... don't you think so?"

The laughter behind him was wretched.

The wretched Ling Luoyu could not wait to get a kick.

Raising her eyebrows indifferently, she hooked her lips evilly: "This is..."

With his fingertips, he nudged the tea cup on one side and gestured with his lips.

"Master Feng, please use tea..."

"No, no! Brother, I still have invitations to send, so I won't bother Brother Ling..."

Feng Chenglin bowed and nodded again, and withdrew with a smile on his face.

As soon as he left, Xiaoying came in curiously.

"Master, why do I feel that this Young Master Feng is like a different person?!"

"Yeah!" Ling Luoyu tapped the table with his fingertips: "Our young master Feng, isn't it just another person?!"

Xiao Ying's eyes brightened: "Master, you mean, this Master Feng is fake, he is the same as the one who died Xiang Yi, they are all disguised!?"

Ling Luoyu's meaningful Xie Neng hooked his lips: "The Xiang Yi you mentioned just changed his face... But the Feng Dashao in front of us has been changed by someone!"

Xiaoying looked at her heart subconsciously and covered it with one hand.

"Third Young Master, don't be so scary!? How can you change your heart!?"

Ling Luoyu smiled lightly and did not explain.

Some things, even if it is said to be dead, Xiaoying will not understand.

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At night, the cold wind whistled.

Ling Luoyu jumped over the courtyard wall of Feng Mansion and looked at Feng Chenglin's room from a distance.

The backyard is busy renovating the new house, the lights are bright, people are coming in and out, and the sound is constant.

Feng Chenglin's study was converted into a temporary bedroom.

Under the candlelight, two figures were printed on the window.

One is tall and the other is curvaceous.

It looks like it should be Feng Chenglin and Hao Qingyou.

Ling Luoyu pierced through a layer of window paper, and the strange medicinal fragrance rushed to his face.

The medicinal aroma is strong, mixed with a faint smell of fishy mutton and blood.

"Snake bone?!"

Her gaze followed the hole, and finally settled on the incense burner beside Feng Chenglin.

Fatty Feng never used these incense sticks. He said that the smell on his clothes made him look coquettish.

What's going on with this incense burner now? !

Feng Chenglin sat at the desk and wrote hard, not knowing what he was writing.

Hao Qingyou told the maid to make the bed on the side.

"Cheng Lin, the bed is made for you. Remember to take a rest early after drinking the medicine! Don't be too tired, we will go to Zhenyuxuan tomorrow to pick out jewelry..."

Feng Chenglin put down his pen and revealed a well-behaved and docile smile.

"Qingyou, I understand... Don't worry, I'll drink the medicine when it's cold, I'll go to bed after drinking it, and get up early tomorrow morning to accompany you to buy jewelry!"

Hao Qingyou nodded with satisfaction: "Well, you're busy, I'll go back first..."