Hua Meimei secretly hated her, her long eyelashes trembled, and she said softly: "Qingran, I just made a slip of the tongue, why did you slap me in the face like this?"
Princess Qingyun was quite close to her father, and Hua Meimei was quite respectable in front of the Queen Mother. When it was time to win over her, she had to win over her.
Dugulin softly pleads for Hua Meimei: "Miss Lin Er, my cousin has always been outspoken. Please don't take it to heart?"
"How can you insult other people's late mothers by being outspoken?" Lin Qingran's pretty face sank slightly: "The second prince said this, please forgive me for not accepting it?"
Lin Qingyin also darkened her face: "My late mother has passed away, but she is still being bullied. If the children cannot even protect the good reputation of my late mother, I am afraid they will not be able to live in peace even if she knows her well."
Prime Minister Lin glanced at Hua Meimei coldly, feeling a little unhappy at the mention of Mrs. Lin to her. After all, he had no conscience, but he still knew that Mrs. Lin was his married couple, and insulting her would be an insult to him.
However, for Lin Qingran, Sister Lin Qingyin clung to this matter, and she was unhappy in her heart. He did not handle Mrs. Lin's matter properly back then, and it almost became a worry for him. He did not want to be mentioned by others, but this
The two girls are always holding on to each other, wishing the world didn't know about it!
"Okay, Miss Hua Er didn't mean it, so you just don't want to hold on to her." Prime Minister Lin said with finality: "You are also ladies, you get along with others, and peace is the most important thing. You must not imitate those little guys.
A woman with chicken belly."
Lin Qingran was so angry at Prime Minister Lin's lecture that he almost smoked. Is there such a father in the world? He almost said that his sisters were little chicks in one breath. I really don't know if his head is full of tofu.
, even if you don’t like the sisters, you can’t ruin their reputation!
Also, his mother is his first wife, how could he be so indifferent to her?
Hua Meimei knew that Prime Minister Lin would not defend the Lin Qingran sisters, and there was a hint of pride in her eyes when she looked at Lin Qingran.
"The Prime Minister is serious. I see that the two young ladies in your mansion are straightforward and eloquent. They are really good-natured!"
When Lin Qingran heard this, he sneered again in his heart. Dugu Lin really hadn't changed much, and he still cursed people without swearing.
To say that their sisters are blunt in speech actually means that they are rude and do not know etiquette and are articulate. It also means that their sisters are sharp-tongued and unforgiving.
Lin Qingyin obviously thought so too. The two sisters looked at each other and made a calculation in their hearts. The second prince was included in the list of people who refused to interact with him.
It’s best if my sister doesn’t want to see such a wolf in human skin!
Lin Qingran smiled slightly at that moment and said: "Thank you so much for His Highness Third Highness's compliments. We sisters are not worthy of it. But if we are straightforward and eloquent, how can our sisters be able to compare with Your Highness Three Highnesses? No one in Dongming can do this."
Do you know that His Highness is good at speaking and dancing?"
Her words sounded like compliments, but in Dugulin's ears, they had a profound meaning, and he couldn't help but look at the girl in front of him carefully.
She is very young and beautiful, with jade-white skin, as transparent as snow, and a pair of ancient deep eyes, which look even more charming against the white skin. At this time, she is smiling, her smile is beautiful and bright, and her expression is
He looks respectful and docile, with nothing out of the ordinary.
However, Dugulin always felt that her appearance was a little weird, and her attitude was also a little weird. Although he couldn't express it in words, but with his heart, he could feel that there was a hint of hatred in her calmness...