The woman's eyes glanced at the golden post in her hand, and her expression suddenly changed.
The smile on his face suddenly turned a little sweeter than before.
The silk handkerchief held by the other one waved casually a few times at the smiling women surrounding him: "Get out of the way, don't you see that this is the guest invited by Uncle Yu?"
Seeing Nangong Xuan behind Ling Wu with a smile on his lips, which made people feel like they were in spring breeze, his eyes lit up again, and then he curtsied and saluted: "This young master must be with us too, please come with Yue'er, Uncle Yu is inside."
He Lingwu nodded indifferently, but Nangong Xuan smiled slightly: "Then Miss Lao Yue'er will lead the way."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chuckle: "It's been a long time since we last met, and the prince is still as gentle and elegant as before."
Lingwu stiffened suddenly
This voice sounds so familiar
Moreover, it is also a voice that should not appear here.
She couldn't help but speed up and walked towards the flower hall of Jinghong Tower. If she didn't see anyone, she wouldn't believe her ears.
But Yue'er seemed to know the anxiety in Ling Wu's heart, and her steps were a little faster, but there was a smile in her eyes: "Don't worry, young master, the people who should be there are always there, and they won't disappear just now."
Ling Wu raised her lips when she heard this, but her feet involuntarily slowed down, and her heart began to feel heavy.
After calming down, according to his usual instinct, his eyes slowly scanned the flower hall for a week, taking in the terrain and the people inside.
Facing a pair of familiar eyes, Ling Wu's heart trembled heavily.
Ouyang Xi is actually here. Beside him, Ling Fei and Ling Yun, who have not seen each other for a long time, are looking at her with wide eyes.