Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo vomited in her heart, then turned her head to look at Yan'er and said, "I'm flattered."

Yan'er's face was a little stiff immediately, but she immediately smiled hypocritically and said: "Sister is so beautiful, the young master deserves her special favor."

"Do you mean that the young master only likes Fan'er's beauty?" Fan Tianluo laughed secretly, then turned to look at Dongfang Jian.

After Dongfang Jian was stunned for a moment, his complexion turned cold, and he looked at Yan'er coldly.

"Miss Fan also dances very well." Prince Qing interrupted suddenly, looking at Fan Tianluo with a smile.

"His Royal Highness congratulates you." After speaking, he looked outside, and the sedan chair quickly left the west gate of Dongfang City and entered the 100-meter open area.

Looking at Dongfang City during the day has the feeling of a giant, magnificent and majestic, and Fan Tianluo has to sigh deeply.

Yan'er had nothing to say all of a sudden, she lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Dongfang Jian, who leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Prince Qing looked at Fantianluo with great interest.

The sedan chair entered the street. Halfway through the hour, the street was already quite lively with people coming and going, but when they saw the big sedan chair approaching, everyone gave way one after another, with awe in their eyes.

"It turns out that the young master of the East is walking with His Highness the Crown Prince." Someone whispered.

"Who are those two girls? They are so beautiful. The one in the white skirt looks like a fairy." The one in the white skirt is naturally Fantianluo with a faint smile on her face.

In fact, she was very depressed. She felt like she was parading through the streets, being pointed at by others, and she really didn't know if an egg would be thrown at her.

This kind of ostentation is really a bit ostentatious, but looking at Dongfang Jian and Prince Qing, they seem to be used to it.

"The young master and the crown prince are still so handsome." The women on the street shyly looked at the passing sedan chairs and couldn't help admiring.

"I heard that the two young masters are going to draft girls. I don't know which two girls will be lucky."

"The woman in white is very beautiful. Sitting next to Young Master Dongfang, she should be his woman. Could it be that she is not of good status, so she can't be the Young Mistress?"

"Maybe it's a prostitute, otherwise why would you come out and show your face?" A woman said.

"It must be a prostitute. A man will be tempted by that vicious look." Some women were immediately jealous.

Prince Qing and Dongfang Jian's complexions sank at the same time, and Fan Tianluo felt the air fluctuating slightly around her. Looking sideways, the two women who scolded her suddenly seemed to be strangled by someone, with purple complexions and bulging eyes. Just die.

"Ah!" Someone exclaimed, but immediately covered his mouth again, trembling with fright, afraid to speak.

There was a sudden silence in the street, Dongfang Jian took a look at Fantianluo, and seeing Fantianluo also looked shocked, suddenly reached out and took Fantianluo's little hand.

Fan Tianluo was startled, and raised her head to look at Dongfang Jian. Dongfang Jian smiled at her, but closed her eyes again without speaking, but did not let go of her hand.

Fan Tianluo was indeed taken aback, because she didn't expect Dongfang Sword to be so cruel and indiscriminately killing innocent people. If the Xilin Kingdom came into his hands, wouldn't people be devastated?

Prince Qing's face was very ugly, but he quickly turned his gaze away. Fan Tianluo could feel that he was trembling faintly. It was a kind of anger. After all, those two women were also his subjects, but he could not protect them. Fan Tianluo understands their sense of powerlessness.