"You look so cute when you are angry, so you'll be so angry in the future."

Feng Xingying was about to cry but she was crying. What kind of taste is this? It is obvious that men should make her laugh more when talking to girls. Why do we, Prince Leng, like to see people angry?

"I'm not!" Feng Xingying straightened her face and sat upright.

Isn’t it just riding with King Leng?

He is not afraid of rumors, is she still afraid of Feng Xingying?

Qin Molin rode his mount of the wind spirit beast, like a gust of wind, and continued to swing with the shadow of Fengxing, and sped from the Ningzhou City Lord Road, quickly passing Nangong Zhuo.

While passing by Nangong Zhuo, the Black Jade Lion King under Qin Molin's seat sneezes inappropriately.

Among the spirit beasts, the grade suppression is the most obvious.

The black jade lion king sneeze, poor Nangong Chu's one-horned white horse collapsed on the ground, throwing the unprepared Nangong Chu off the horse's back.

Qin Molin just pretended that he was gone and continued to carry the shadow of Fengxing.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Feng Xingying narrowed her eyes and turned her head to scan the angry Nangong Chu. She was in a good mood and asked in a low voice.

"Then how do you be grateful to me? If you agree with me, I can reluctantly accept it." Qin Molin's lips curled up in a curve.

He didn't even pay attention to it. When Feng Xingying was rising, the corners of his lips often showed an upward shape, which was completely different from the tight lines on weekdays.

Feng Xingying simply ignored Qin Molin's unreasonable trouble and looked ahead quietly, allowing the onlookers to point fingers without any timidity.

The prince Nangong Chu, who was originally riding a white horse and was watched by the public, enjoying the screams and confessions of the girls, could only stare at the dog man and woman who snatched all his eyes away in anger.

When his white horse had just recovered his energy, another crevices of smoke and dust swept through him.

"Bastard!" Nangong Chu went wild completely.

However, when he saw the three words "King of Equality" in the carriage passing by him, he could only bear it.

The most hateful thing is that the low-key and introverted equal Wang Nangong Zhuo did not hide in the carriage this time, but opened the car doors and curtains openly to accept the attention of the people.

"I heard that King Equality has awakened and is now a spiritual person."

"Although I'm a little younger, I look so good. My daughter is seven years old. When she grows up, she will definitely be sent to the Prince Equality Mansion."

"I heard that something big happened in the palace and the prince was retired."

"Shh, don't say this. Don't be fooled?"

"That was Miss Feng just now? She looks so beautiful."

Listening to the harsh discussions around him, Nangong Chu's face became more and more ugly.

When did he, the prince, be so cowardly that he needs to look at some people's faces?

As soon as Feng Xingying crawled out of his arms, he was impatient to get on Qin Molin's bed?

I don’t think about what Qin Molin’s identity is, otherwise his dignified prince would be afraid of a little prince? It’s not Qin Molin’s identity, but his terrible qualifications and strength.

Just because she was so delicate that she wanted to get involved with Qin Molin? Seeing that she was abandoned in the future, she was so angry that she knelt in front of him, Nangong Chu and begged to take her in.

As for Nangong Zhuo, it was just a useless thing. His father was useless. He didn't dare to steal the throne and only dared to seek a stable and equal king. He was destined to lose the opportunity to stand at the top forever. How dare he stand for that witch?

Wait, when Nangong Chu inherits the throne, he will naturally find them to count back.
Chapter completed!