As we all know, His Royal Highness, the most talented prince in Xijiu Kingdom, has already reached the ninth level of Mu Yuan warrior at the age of sixteen, and is about to condense the energy vortex and become a martial artist.
Although His Highness King Qi is amazingly talented, he is much inferior to His Highness the Crown Prince.
The prince has always been a thorn in Chen Moxuan's heart. Xuanyuan Yu's words unexpectedly pleased him. Therefore, the anger of the previous offense was dissipated unconsciously.
"It's only a matter of time before we surpass him." Chen Moxuan snorted coldly, tossed his sleeves and raised his head, his narrow eyes full of unruly color, "It's getting late, let's go back to the palace."
"Farewell to His Royal Highness King Qi."
"Farewell to His Royal Highness King Qi."
The voices of Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo overlapped. The side wife Yu Shi personally rode behind the horse and followed King Qi to see him off.
After Chen Moxuan and Yu Shi left the door, Ling Luo couldn't hold back her breath, and started to laugh wildly with a "puff".
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Seeing her look like that, a real smile appeared on Xuanyuan Yu's face, and his peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.
"You didn't see the pretentious look he had just now, hahahaha." Ling Luo laughed, "It's so cool."
Xuanyuan Yu nodded with satisfaction: "You really don't like him."
Ling Luo sneered: "I'm crazy! I like him!"
After hearing this, Xuanyuan Yu was greatly benefited. He leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Then how much do you dislike him?"
"That scumbag Chen Moxuan teamed up with Ling Yue to burn me to death, but unfortunately they didn't succeed. How much do you think I dislike him?" Ling Luo asked back, no longer hiding it.
Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "Chen Moxuan was also involved in the fire this morning?"
"Of course I participated. Chen Moxuan sent his staff, Fu Yunsou, the best fortune teller in the world, to Ling's house and said that I was an evil creature from the four evil spirits, giving Ling Yue an excuse to burn me to death."
Ling Luo's tone was calm, and in two sentences he was able to brush off the thrilling and life-threatening burning at the stake this morning.
"It's late at night, let's go back to Yuling Pavilion to rest."
Ling Luo stood up and walked out the door.
Xuanyuan Yu followed her, and suddenly felt that her back was a little desolate. He had an urge in his heart to hug that slender back tightly.
He was startled by his own thoughts.
*.*.*.*
The next day, Ling Luo got up early and asked Shengge to comb her hair into a more formal bun and dress more solemnly.
Meeting the mother of a nation is no joke.
If she can't adapt to changes and act with ease, her identity may be discovered. Today's poetry appreciation party is a Hongmen Banquet.
"Third Miss, is today's poetry appreciation party really okay?" Shengge asked worriedly while helping her tie her hair.
Through the bright bronze mirror, Ling Luo saw an unusual look on Shengge's face. She was confused and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
"Third Miss, have you forgotten? Your poetry coursework is a bit..." Shengge thought for a moment, her mouth half-opened, as if she found it difficult to speak.
Ling Luo's eyes flashed with light, and he quickly mobilized the memory in his mind, and then suddenly realized that the owner of this body turned out to be an out-and-out idiot!