She smiled, "Evidence? Of course there is. Is my grandmother's weight enough? Of course, Yiyi is your fiancée, so you are naturally looking at her. But I thought that as the third prince, I looked down on that little birth, but I didn't expect that... "

She didn't say anything, but everyone present could understand what was not finished.

Feng Mo's eyes narrowed, and his handsome face had already sunk.

This woman clearly implyed that he was also greedy for her little birth.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "You are thinking too much, I have no intention of looking at anyone." After that, he stood up and his eyes fell on Xie Jingrun, "Commander Xie will sit for a while, I will return to the palace first."

"Your Highness walks slowly." Xie Jingrun owed his body, but he had no intention of getting up to see him off.

Rong Qingqing also did not get up.

Anyway, she is now the same person as Xie Jingrun, so she is happy to take advantage of the situation.

Feng Mo glanced at her faintly, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

Then, he walked out without looking back.

Seeing this, Rong Yiyi hurriedly chased her out, "Your Highness, I'll give you a visit."

The hall became quiet.

Xie Jingrun put down the teacup and glanced at Rong Qingqing, smiling, "As long as you have money, why worry about not having a man? Then I wonder what kind of man the old lady wants, but I want me to help?"

When Rong Qingqing heard this, her scalp was about to explode.

What does this guy mean by calling her old lady at this time? Is he trying to remind her of her identity?

Thinking of the original owner's fate, she swallowed and said dryly: "Why did the Marquis take it seriously? I just said that just to make a fuss about Rong Yiyi and the Third Prince. If I don't say that, they really think I am obsessed with the Third Prince. That's just a saying, and the Marquis must not really believe it."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her faintly, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and suddenly asked, "Are you really putting it down to the third prince?"

Rong Qingqing said seriously: "It's true! There are thousands of good men in this world. Why should I hang myself on a crooked tree? Ah, no, although I and Lingzun did not really get married, since the Marquis honored me as the old lady, then I will be born in the Marquis' Mansion in this life, and die as the ghost of the Marquis' Mansion. I will never have any unfaithful intentions." What's strange! When she has the opportunity in the future, she will still run away. She will stay away for a lifetime. When my sister has money, she will definitely go far away and raise a few couples to play with her.

But what we need to do now is to show loyalty and reduce Xie Jingrun's vigilance towards her.

In this way, she can change her fate of tragic death like the original owner.

Xie Jingrun's eyes twitched. This woman really knows how to take advantage of the situation.

He gave her some color and she opened a dyeing shop.

What does it mean to respect her and call her the old lady?

However, the crooked neck tree? This description is really appropriate. Isn’t Feng Mo the crooked neck tree?

He felt a little obscure and joyful.

"I heard from you that I didn't complete the wedding ceremony with my father. I'm sorry? Do I want me to send you to the underworld to worship him again?" He glanced at her.

Rong Qingqing's heart was thrilled. When she saw his slender fingers slashing across the embroidered spring knife around her waist, her eyelids jumped.

"The Marquis is really good at joking. Since the Lord has been buried in peace, we should not disturb him."

Xie Jingrun looked at her fearless character and sneered coldly, and suddenly waved the teacup at hand.

"Bang!"

Rong Qingqing was shocked.

"Come!" Xie Jingrun's voice was slightly deeper.

A servant heard the sound and immediately walked in and said tremblingly: "I wonder what commander has to give?"
Chapter completed!