The third daughter married the ghost prince

Chapter 2
Luo Zifeng raised the white jade hairpin in his hand, his tone trembling with suppressed anger: "What is this?"

"Who knows what it is?" Duan Muqi raised her hand and knocked off the hairpin in Luo Zifeng's hand, staring at this mysterious woman with a pair of red eyes.

The hairpin fell to the ground...a crisp sound!
Luo Zifeng smiled softly, that's how it is!

Thinking about myself... Luo Zifeng!Self-confident and smart, but he was tricked into this important matter of marriage.

Duan Muqi stared at the unsalted face in front of her, and didn't understand why her parents knew that the person she liked was Cousin Liu Yan, but they must force herself to marry such an ugly and despicable woman.

Facing the annoyed look in Luo Zifeng's clear eyes, Duan Muqi couldn't help thinking of the wisdom in those eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that the person she wanted to marry was Liu Yan's cousin, regardless of whether they would marry each other, they would It can be called a friendly friend, but unfortunately, she is too despicable!
Duan Muqi stepped forward, slipped on Xipa's foot, rushed forward, and threw Luo Zifeng who was sitting on the bedside unprepared, and Duan Muqi looked down at the drunken eyes in a cry of surprise. Looking at the person under him, he said mockingly: "Didn't you claim to have my flesh and blood? Why are you so reserved?"

Luo Zifeng laughed back angrily, those rumors that he didn't bother to explain, but now he used them to press himself on him, it's really hateful!
At this moment, Luo Zifeng can be sure that he was designed by someone. No matter who designed him, one thing is certain, that is, this man has no intention of being with him at all, okay!I, Luo Zifeng, don't care too much!It's just the person who designed me, I, Luo Zifeng, swear to the sky, I will make you pay back a hundredfold!
"Since you don't want to, why do you want to marry me?" Luo Zifeng asked softly to calm down the anger in his heart.

Clutching Luo Zifeng's chin, looking directly at the calm person, Duan Muqi smiled coldly, such an unscrupulous woman, should I expect her to know what shame is?
"If my mother didn't force me, do you think I would marry such a shameless woman like you?"

Princess Jing?
I thought it was Duan Muqi's heart for me that Prince Jing's mansion had no choice but to agree to this marriage, but I didn't think it would be the opposite. It was Princess Jing who forced her own son to marry a merchant's daughter like herself. It's really strange!

Seeing her pensive expression, Duan Muqi clasped her chin with her big hand again, pinching her cheek with a big iron-like hand: "Don't act in front of me again, I won't trust you again!"

After gritting her teeth, she let go of her hand. Duan Muqi looked at the blue pinch marks on her cheeks with satisfaction, turned around and strode towards the door, then stood still and asked without looking back: "It was you who saved you that day. It's designed!" With a cold snort, without waiting for Luo Zifeng's answer, he strode away resentfully.

With the sound of the door slamming, Luo Zifeng stood up, stared at the broken hairpin under his feet, frowned slightly, and called out: "Jiuyue! Feng'er!"

Jiuyue flashed into the house, and Feng'er also ran in joltingly afterward.

This is the difference between knowing martial arts and not knowing martial arts, Feng'er thought depressingly, but when she saw her lady's expression, her heart tightened. The lady usually calls this expression 'fighting spirit', and usually when the lady shows this expression, It indicates that one person will be unlucky, it can't be my son-in-law!Uncle just left so aggressively!
"Tell June that I agree to take over the 'Lanyue Pavilion'. The premise is that I must find out two things for me. First, find out who intercepted us that day, and why did they stop us? Second, find out what happened every day. Who is the person pretending to be Duan Muqi and giving me something?" Luo Zifeng looked at the calm Jiuyue and said.

The long-lost joy flashed in Jiuyue's eyes. The lady finally agreed to take over the 'Lanyue Pavilion' according to her master's last wish. "Yes...Miss!" The voice was still calm as always.

"Feng'er, go and find out everything about the 'ghost son', the more detailed the better!" Luo Zifeng said in a low voice, could the ghost's actions today be to prevent him from marrying, no matter what the reason is? For reasons, the enemy of an enemy may be a friend.

As for the person who designed me, Luo Zifeng, no matter who you are, you have to be prepared that your life would be worse than death!

The next day...

With bruises on her cheeks, Luo Zifeng walked into the front hall calmly 'alone', calmly accepting the probing gazes of the people in the room.

"Where's Qi'er?" Duan Ligeng, Prince Jing who was sitting upright, asked majesticly. At the age of 50, with a Chinese face and a unique majesty in the political world for many years, when Duan Ligeng opened his mouth, he showed the indomitable nature of someone who has been in power for a long time. Angry and majestic temperament.

Prince Jing opened his mouth, and everyone in the room looked at Luo Zifeng in unison, and they took the opportunity to study the bruises on her face in an upright manner.

Luo Zifeng raised his chin slightly, and glanced at everyone, the confidence and calmness in his eyes instantly killed the audience.

A person in the corner shook his head and smiled, admiring in his heart: This woman, with just one look, made those who were waiting to see the joke stop thinking about it, this appearance... as if it is only natural for a new wife to serve tea alone, amazing!
Luo Zifeng stepped forward and bowed to Duan Li Geng Yingying: "Father, my husband drank too much yesterday, and he felt a little unwell. I was afraid that I would disturb his rest, so I didn't have the heart to call him, and came alone! Seniors, please forgive me." !"

Hearing this, Duan Ligeng glanced at Luo Zifeng with a complicated expression, frowned slightly but did not speak again.

Just as Luo Zifeng was about to go forward to serve tea, a male voice behind him laughed and said, "Maybe she was overworked last night and couldn't get up! With Qi'er's body, she doesn't look like a carefree master, maybe... ...Is the bride too powerful?" There was undisguised irony and deep hatred in the words.

The whispers of ridicule all around made Luo Zifeng sigh in his heart that the power of public opinion is just a rumor that he doesn't bother to explain, and it can be subverted to such an extent by someone with a heart.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Zifeng didn't even look at that person, but still calmly took two steps forward, knelt down facing Duan Ligeng, kowtowed, and took the tea Feng Er was holding: "Father, please Use tea!"

Duan Ligeng gave Luo Zifeng a deep look, picked up the tea and took a sip, took off the bright green jade pendant from his waist, and put it on the tea tray amidst the exclamation of everyone.

(End of this chapter)