Silly wife of a handsome silver-haired man: Concubine Leng Yufei

However, Fan Ruoyu had doubts in his heart.

Why is she here?And not in Fancheng?Could it be Ya's transfer?Yang or is there any other change?

Fan Ruoyu took a careful look at Miss Chun, her face was slightly pale, without a trace of blood in the whiteness, and she looked very weak.

Like recovering from a serious illness.But since he is recovering from a serious illness, why is he wandering around in this capital again?And there is not even a maid around.There was something strange about this.

Fan Ruoyu didn't move but took a few steps back. [

The wretched man's voice became louder, "Do you fucking know who I am? Tell me that I am the elder brother of the third prince concubine, and the brother-in-law of the third prince Xuanyuanhao! Do you think you bastards can compare? Tell you, Lao Tzu is now the royal family!"

When Miss Chun heard the words, her complexion changed, it was almost white and a little transparent.

Fan Ruoyu saw all these in his eyes, and snorted coldly, "Who are you talking about?"

The cold voice seemed to come from a deep pool of ice, making those who heard it shudder.

The wretched man was also taken aback and then recovered, "The bastards are talking about you..." Guys.The last note didn't fall completely, as if aftertaste the meaning of Fan Ruoyu's question.

"Who the hell was talking just now?" The wretched man seemed to feel that his so-called majesty had been provoked, and shouted angrily.The onlookers all secretly suppressed their laughter.Not so obvious.

"Who the hell are you talking about?" The cold voice sounded again, gradually giving way as the voice approached.

"What the hell are you talking about..." The wretched man was almost fooled again, braked in time, and cursed angrily: "Damn, where did you come from...!?" The voice of cursing gradually became quieter.

The man in Tsing Yi was squeezed behind the crowd. He raised his head and looked at Fan Ruoyu who was speaking, only to see a smear of black hair and a shiny black hairpin shining in the sunlight.

The wretched man saw Fan Ruoyu's face, the last word of cursing had not been sent out, and the hala had already overflowed from his mouth.

Fan Ruoyu stepped forward slowly, "What's wrong?" He asked softly.

Her black hair fluttered a little in the breeze, and she was wearing a black cloak.As Fan Ruoyu walked around, Su Bai unbuttoned the cloak with his hands, revealing a red dress inside.

Under the sunlight, a red dress appeared, clearly imprinted in the pairs of pupils.And the girl who came slowly, with black hair fluttering, red clothes like blood, expression cold, black eyes like the most beautiful obsidian, dazzling.Behind her, followed by a thin and handsome man respectfully holding the cloak that the girl just took off.

"It's you!?" The girl's appearance made Miss Chun a little surprised, and then it turned into a leisurely sigh.She relieved her three years ago. She said that she would repay her kindness, but she never thought that such a day would come.Is this all predestined?

"Leave this pig to me," Fan Ruoyu said indifferently, stepped forward and stood in front of Miss Chun.Facing those wretched eyes and cheeky face.

Slowly raised her plain white hand, stroked the hairpin on her head.

Feng Luo took a step forward, "Master, how can such trash get your hands dirty?"

Um! ?Startled.Then he laughed, "That's right!"

He took Miss Chun's hand and stepped back to make room for Feng Luo.With a light tap of Miss Chun's wrist, she left immediately.It seemed unintentional, but he had already found the answer he wanted. [