It's a pity that feelings are so helpless sometimes. No matter how good they are, they are not as good as what you want, so what's the use? She lamented in her heart, and on the surface, she once again returned to the charming look she had shown in the past, putting all the emotions in her heart away.
Everything was hidden, and soon it was not revealed at all, and it did not attract anyone's attention.
"Just wait outside."
Qian Qiurong gave a coquettish shout, lifted up her skirt, walked up the white jade stairs with grace and charm, and entered the palace with You Yehua.
In the main hall, the atmosphere was quite depressing. It looked lively and people were drinking and drinking, but in fact it was secretly turbulent!
More than ten days ago, the God Clan and the Netherworld Tribe teamed up to sneak attack on the Demon Clan's territory, causing considerable damage and heavy losses! Afterwards, the Demon Clan took revenge in various ways. First, the princes took action and killed many talented people from the God Clan and the Netherworld Clan.
, especially the Ninth Prince Feng Yi!
In a fit of rage, he massacred a city of the gods on Zhonggu Road!
Thirty miles of bloodbath! Three thousand divine soldiers lying on corpses!
Feng Yi was still sitting there, drinking wine one cup after another. He hadn't stopped since he entered the palace. In just half an hour, there were three empty wine jars on the table!
Qian Qiurong subconsciously looked at him with her peripheral vision, especially when her eyes fell on the wine jars on the table, her smooth and bright eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
This man was the one she owed the most to, no one!
She really wanted to say something, but what's her position? The gods and demons have been torn apart, so what's the point of saying more? The positions are different. After all, she is still the princess of the gods. She is destined to have a quarrel in this life, and the relationship will become more and more complicated.
The further away! This is fate and no one can stop it.
Feng Yi's hand holding the wine glass paused, and he faintly noticed eyes falling on him. He looked up, only to see a figure that had haunted him in his dreams, flashing by.
That step was obviously so slow, but for some reason, it fell in his eyes, but it was so fast that it was hard to catch him. Was he drunk?
He shook his body and tried to stand up, but was pushed down again by a hand.
He turned his head to look and saw the Eighth Prince shaking his head at him.
Fengyi knew that there was no chance.
The charming look on Qian Qiurong's face gradually disappeared, and she changed into the look of a princess from the gods. It didn't seem like a temporary pretense, but more like, this was her original character.
The evil look on You Yehua's face gradually faded away. He lowered his head slightly and did not dare to raise his head to look up. He did not dare to take another look even from the corner of his eye, as if he would be dead if he took just one look.
Like that.
Qian Qiurong, on the other hand, took her time and took a few steps forward, leaned down and said, "I have met the eldest princess."
You Yehua quickly leaned over and said, "I've met the eldest princess."
There were faint beads of sweat on his forehead.
Qian Qiurong glanced at him, then subconsciously raised her head and glanced in the direction of the front seat. She immediately understood what was going on, and her eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
It was obviously the one who put the pressure on me.
"Eldest Princess!"
She reminded him, and Feng Yuhen calmly withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and fell on her body.
As soon as he looked away, You Yehua's pressure was greatly reduced, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath. This eldest princess of the demon clan was a taboo. Before she came, she was warned by the elders of the clan not to mess with her!
This female demon is cruel by nature. Once she is offended, no matter who it is, there will be no way to survive! The second prince of the God Clan was an example! Although it was the fourth prince of the Demon Clan who took action, in fact, as long as he is discerning,
I know, that’s what this person means!
The fourth demon prince has the most, but at best it is nothing more than a knife! No matter how sharp the knife is, how can it possibly kill someone without a messenger?
The one who wanted the death of the second prince of the God Clan was this one! Speaking of which, the reason why the God Clan and the Demon Clan broke up so quickly was because of the eldest princess of the Demon Clan.
He was really afraid that if he accidentally offended this person, he would be killed.
"Qian Qiurong." The name came out of Feng Yuhen's mouth, and it sounded harsh no matter how hard it was heard. It revealed a full sense of death and was very oppressive.
Qian Qiurong smiled, and took out the Geng Tie from Qiankun's sleeve unhurriedly, and said: "This is the Geng Tie of the Noble Ninth Prince. Please, the eldest princess, return my Geng Tie."
Feng Yuhen nodded and looked towards Feng Yi where he was sitting. Feng Yi stood up expressionlessly and drank the wine in his hand. The cup fell to the ground and made a cracking sound, as if his heart had been smashed.
Qian Qiurong was heartbroken when she heard the news.
He raised his hand and waved forward, and immediately used the Dark Demon Guard to carry a delicate wooden box to the center of the hall, and then handed the Geng Tie in the box to a demon maid.
The latter handed it over to Feng Yuhen and did not return it to Qian Qiurong.
This move obviously gave her a bad look.
"Send it down."
The demon maid then handed back the Geng Tie in her hand and took back the other Geng Tie.
Qian Qiurong breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that the demons would use various tricky reasons to prevent the exchange of Geng Tie. She didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
This actually surprised her a little.
Especially Feng Yi's attitude, she thought he would take the initiative to say something, but no! He screamed out so happily, which made her feel a little dazed.
At this time, Feng Yi's voice rose: "The Geng Tie has been changed. The emperor's brother still has some matters that have not been dealt with, so I won't keep him any longer. As for mine, the emperor will choose another one at will. I'll just change it."
After speaking, she turned around and left calmly. Qian Qiurong opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words again.
She swallowed her words, but You Yehua's voice rose: "Don't leave in a hurry yet."
Feng Yi, who was almost reaching the entrance of the palace, stopped, glanced sideways with disdain, and shook his head.
It was this contemptuous look that angered You Yehua! He immediately said, "Come today, it's not just as simple as breaking off the engagement, but you also have to severely humiliate and slap the face of the ninth prince of the demon clan!"
The purpose of his trip was precisely for the Ninth Prince of the Demon Tribe. How could he let him go so easily?
"Who is this?" While deep in thought, Feng Yi vaguely heard asking a dark demon guard about his identity.
You Yehua almost twisted his neck with anger. He was the seventh prince of the Netherworld royal family. He had clearly sent someone to inform him before he came. However, after hearing this question, he suddenly trembled with anger. He didn't even recognize him.
How angry was he? His heart, liver, and lungs trembled.
"Hmph!" He groaned and introduced himself seriously: "Your Highness is Qiu Rong's fiancé, You Yehua!"
He pressed the word fiancé particularly hard, and successfully stirred up the small flames that Feng Yi had suppressed.
Qian Qiurong's face was slightly ugly. You Yehua's words made her deeply unhappy, especially at this time. He had just withdrawn from the Geng Tie ceremony and he claimed to be her fiancé. Where could she put her face?
If these words get out, it will not be pleasant.
What would people think? She was still engaged, but had an unmarried relationship with another man. Although she didn't care what others thought of her, she also found it a bit disgusting!
In my heart, my dissatisfaction with this seventh prince of the Nether Clan gradually turned into disgust!
"Fiancé?" Feng Yi was confused and looked up at Qian Qiurong. Qian Qiurong didn't nod, but she didn't shake her head either. Quan pretended that she didn't hear anything, but her eyes were attracted by a young man in white.
The young man in white clothes was so out of the ordinary that it was difficult for others to notice him. What's more, the young man was sitting at the head of the table opposite the prince's table! It showed his high status even more.
There were ten thousand doubts in her mind, who is this?
She has seen so many beautiful men and played with them so many times. What kind of beautiful men in this world has she not seen? After so many years, even though she is so stunningly beautiful that there are so many beautiful men in the world, her heart has never beat faster for any one. I have never experienced it before, let alone know what it means to be excited.
In her opinion, the so-called pounding of the heart is just nothingness and does not exist!
But what she never expected was that when she came to break off the engagement today, she would actually meet a man who could make her heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.
The young man was playing the piano from beginning to end. It was strange that his hands were clearly touching the strings and the strings were trembling, but no sound was produced at all.
The curiosity in her heart became deeper and deeper, and she was so attracted that she didn't even notice that You Yehua and Feng Yi had an argument.
Feng Yuhen, who was sitting in the front seat, raised a devilish smile on her lips. With that face, even someone like her who had no interest in men could not help but take a second look sometimes, let alone her.
"Why does your piano have no sound?" Qian Qiurong finally couldn't help but ask.
"You can hear it if you have the heart." After finishing the song, the young man replied, and then started to play the next song, which was still an unintentional song.
"Can you hear it if you have a heart?" Qian Qiurong murmured to himself, subconsciously touching his heart, which was beating very fast, with a look of confusion in his eyes: "I also have a heart, why can't I hear it?"
The young man did not answer her again this time, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to the music. After playing another song heartily, he stood up, nodded to her, and said: "My music is only for the girl I like."
After saying that, he bowed slightly to Feng Yuhen who was sitting in the front seat, and stepped back toward the side hall.
Qian Qiurong was stunned, what did he mean? Suddenly, she raised her head, looked at Feng Yuhen in the first seat, and asked boldly: "Elder Princess, did you hear that?"
Feng Yuhen was still slightly annoyed by Luo Chen's previous words: What does it mean that his music is only for the girl he likes? Is he sincerely disgusting himself?
But she heard it.
"Did the eldest princess hear it?" Seeing Feng Yuhen in a daze, Qian Qiurong opened her mouth wide, as if she had discovered some huge secret.
"I didn't hear that." Feng Yuhen gritted his teeth.
"Really?" Qian Qiurong didn't believe it. She dared to conclude that she must have heard it! What a strange man who had such courage and courage to tempt this female devil.
What surprised her even more was that after he said these words, he was not killed on the spot by the female devil. Could it be that... the female devil was also tempted?
She was startled by the thoughts in her mind. At the same time, she became even more interested in the man in white whom she met in a hurry, and she felt the excitement of competing with the Demon Clan Princess for a man!
She is determined to decide on this man! She is excited just thinking about competing with the demon princess for a man! (To be continued)