Through the waste material princess: Fengling world

Ji Meng raised her eyebrows slightly. It was cold in the night, and she had clearly seen her way, why didn't he avoid it?

When the flower cluster pierced Ye Leng's chest, the guards who were fascinated by it finally realized it.

"Catch assassins!"

"You woman, you dare to assassinate the little prince!"

Those people grabbed Ji Meng and called Doctor. [

Outside the gate of Ji Meng's Qinxin Garden, there was a very lively scene.

A bunch of servants, maids, and relatives came, and they all stood aside to watch the fun.

However, at this moment, no one dared to step forward to help Ji Meng, and no one dared to say anything.

What a joke, that is the little prince who will inherit the throne in the future. Since Ji Meng dared to assassinate him, who would dare to stand by her side?

But this matter, no one figured it out.

The young prince Leng was famous for his outstanding talent that night.

At only eighteen years old, he has already become a blue rank master.

Even if Ji Meng wanted to kill him, how could he not avoid it?

Puzzling, really puzzling.

But only Ji Meng knows best!

She was framed by Ye Leng!

She poured all her strength into those clusters of flowers.If you really wanted to kill someone, you would definitely do it through the guts!

But there was only a little blood left on Ye Leng's chest.

Obviously, the little prince did not dodge on purpose, and secretly used his kung fu to block part of the attack and only suffered a small part of the damage.

How dare this guy do such a thing!

But Ji Meng didn't point it out. Even if she did, how could Ye Leng admit it?

People in the royal family hurt themselves, anyone who listens will only find it ridiculous!

Ji Meng was brought to Ye Leng by guards from left to right.

"Kneel down!" [

Ji Meng only glanced coldly at the guard beside him, but didn't make any movements.

Tell her to kneel down for Ye Leng?

Don't even think about it!

His eyes are full of resentment, this night is cold, what kind of tricks are he playing?

The old master and the doctor of the Zilian family also rushed here in a big stride.

As soon as the old gentleman came over, Ye Leng put away the imperceptible smile on his face, and frowned slightly.

"hiss……"

He let out a low cry, and asked the doctor to examine the injury for him, his hands shook, and he quickly knelt down on the ground: "Damn the slave! You messed with the little prince!"

"It's not in the way." Ye Leng's handsome face was like that of a dead fish, and these words popped out from the corner of his mouth coldly.

But even though Ji Chuan, who came here in a hurry, sensed that something was wrong at this time, he didn't dare to speak out in public.

He only frowned and said, "Meng girl, you..."

Ji Meng raised her face: "I didn't do it."

Although she made the flowers, she also created the internal energy.However, Ye Leng was injured, but he asked for it!

What's the matter with her?

If he didn't realize it beforehand, how could he only suffer a little skin trauma?

At this moment, how dare you pretend to cry pain here?

"If you didn't do it, who could it be? Under the eyes of everyone, you still want to deny it?" Ye Leng's bodyguard stood up to testify against Ji Meng.

However, facing the testimonials, Ji Meng walked around the area without haste.

There was a confident smile on her face: "You, and you, who saw that I hurt the little prince?"

The person being questioned is really a servant of the Zi Lian family, separated from the relatives who came to watch the fun.

Although dissatisfied with this little girl's domineering, but after all, they are members of their own family, and they all lowered their heads at this time, and no one dared to speak.

Ye Leng's guard was in a hurry: "Could it be, you want to say that our little prince has wronged you?"

"I dare not." Ji Meng smiled slightly, "Little prince, tell me how you got hurt yourself?"