Ling Luo was secretly frightened. If His Highness the Crown Prince recognized him, then Young Master Shu Jun probably also knew about it.
But the code is the same, and Ling Luo has no extra thought now to worry about whether he recognizes it or not.
"Your Highness, Luo'er is too high to reach." Ling Luo felt slightly blessed. She seemed to have a low eyebrow, but in fact her eyes were sharp.
Chen Moxu's face was slightly stern, and a layer of anger appeared on his face like a thousand-year glacier, and he said coldly: "So, Luo'er is going to reject me?"
A dangerous tone, with an underlying threat.
If Ling Luo divorced King Qi just now, everyone was still gloating as if they were watching a show, then this time, they were really chilled and gasped.
Even Ling Zhan, who has experienced hundreds of battlefields, is no exception.
How should she deal with that shocking woman?
Ling Luo lowered her head slightly, and the orchid-scented wind blew her hair. She remained silent.
Chen Moxu quietly looked at her beautiful figure bathed in the sun, and had a subtle illusion.
She was stubborn, but she actually looked sad at this moment.
Finally, she spoke.
"Luo'er will not marry His Highness the Crown Prince." Her voice was very soft, with a touch of alienation.
Chen Moxu frowned.
This was the first time in his life that he showed love to a woman, although this feeling was extremely utilitarian.
Being rejected in public brings shame to one's face.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very unhappy, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Why? Give me a reason."
Ling Luo slowly raised his head, with an indifferent arc at the corner of his lips, his eyes were bright, and his voice was clear and clear: "If you want to know people's will, you must be deeply united. Single-mindedness is endless, and throwing paint and glue is not enough.
Simulate.”
A beautiful voice is like the sound of a spring in a deep stream.
Chen Moxu's face paled, the expression in his eyes became sharper and sharper, and his voice seemed to come from the underworld of hell: "Do you want me to marry only you in this life?"
What a bold woman!
Everyone had a look of fear on their faces. Since ancient times, it has been a common practice for men to have three wives and four concubines, let alone the current prince and the future emperor?
Ling Luo looked calm and said with a slight smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely not be able to marry just one person in this life. You will be the ninth-five-year-old lord of the future Xijiu Kingdom. You will have three palaces and six courtyards, and you will have countless beauties. And Luo'er will only marry one person in this life."
I wish to have the same person, so you are not in Luoer’s consideration."
Chen Moxu raised his eyebrows, but there was no warmth in his voice: "What if I invite you as the Crown Princess?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the house became silent.
Even Xuanyuan Yu, who had been calm all this time, suddenly looked at Chen Moxu, a pair of peach blossom eyes bursting with sharp edges.
Crown Princess?
The future queen of Xijiu Kingdom!
With all the glory, a hundred years of wealth, and the greatest favor, which woman in the world can’t be moved?
Ling Yue's face was twisted. She was jealous, her eyes were red, and she was going crazy with jealousy.
Ling Nie's face was distorted. He was surprised and couldn't believe it. He thought he was dreaming.
Ling Zhan's face was twisted. He was so angry that he dared to use his granddaughter as a bargaining chip to gain imperial power!
"I don't want it." Ling Luo smiled indifferently, her eyes as clear as a mirror, and refused loudly, "What about the Crown Princess, what about the Queen, after a thousand years they will be nothing more than a handful of loess."
She is already a person who died once a thousand years ago.
A beautiful body? Tempting power? A transcendent status?