Youmeng looked at him seriously: "That's just that you are ignorant. We stayed with our father to the northern border all year round."

Xingsu didn't say anything, and she just dreamed of the sky falling and blowing. She turned to her face and laughed dryly silently and ridiculously.

Zheng Yuanjun noticed Xingsu's unique temperament: "Brother Ling has a bit of the heroic spirit of a military general. He is indeed like a child of the military officer family, but you..."

He deliberately didn't say it, and he smiled thoughtfully.

Youmeng raised her head unconvincedly and looked down on him: "What? I don't look like?"

Zheng Yuanjun looked at her with a smile and admitted that the young man had bright eyes and white teeth, and had a very good appearance. He had lost countless Luoyang streets after Min Qiuye, but his stunted petite body and the feminine aura that naturally showed in his words and expressions made him unable to praise him.

"With the taste of the little princess," he asked his side with his eyes, "Do you think she likes a sissy?"

Youmeng's eyes were stunned: What? How dare I say I am a sissy?

The men around him were amused by him and laughed out loud. Youmeng was irritated and was about to argue with him. Xingsu pulled her and shook her head at her, so she didn't have to see her like them.

At this time, Fu Lifeng, who was watching the scene from a distance, was silent, but he had already seen the clues in secret. The young man who claimed to be from the General Zhenbei Mansion and had a romantic look, did not have much masculinity in his behavior, but how could he blame her for being gentle? She was clearly a girl dressed as a man.

Youmeng realized that the occasion was special, so she calmed down and looked at Zheng Yuanjun with a cold curl of her lips: "Okay, then I want to see if the little princess will fall in love with you like this."

Zheng Yuanjun was stunned by her sneer, and a chill burst out in his heart for no reason, but he still didn't realize that he had offended some gods. The purpose of today's party was probably to draw the end.

Since he saw Youmeng's daughter, Li Feng has observed her more attentively. His mind was surging and turning, and a lightning flashed suddenly. He finally remembered that he had seen this woman when and where he had seen it—

It was not long after he arrived in Luoyang, and that day was the emperor's birthday. He and his sister Li Xue were visiting the Luoyang market. A woman in red hunting suit rode a horse through the street and almost knocked Li Xue down.

The woman in red on the horse's back was wearing a simple female ponytail bun, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Her cold and arrogant expression was vivid in her eyes, which was completely consistent with the appearance of the person in front of her.

Li Feng had a bad premonition and dared not speculate on her identity, for fear that she would be...

That's not true, isn't that?

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A gorgeous carriage wrapped in silver and with brocade curtains was parked outside Changxing Gate. The carriage was simple. Outside the carriage, a waiter lowered his footstool and bowed his head to the ground.

"Young Master, here."

The waiter said respectfully, the gauze curtain of the carriage was lifted up, and then he saw a man's jade hand stretching out from the carriage, slender and white, like white jade carved with mutton fat, and gently placed on the edge of the gauze curtain.

The slender and clear fingers and the bent posture of holding the curtains were so beautiful that it shattered the rippling sunshine.

At this time, the wind was vaguely blowing, and a wisp of indifferent and elegant fragrance emanated from the gauze curtain, like the mist and rain in the mountains, making people feel intoxicated.

The light rays sprinkled through the curtains, illuminating the handsome and dust-free eyes in the car.

These eyebrows and eyes are freehand with ink, like paintings painted by wonderful brushes, as if they have the foundation of seeing through life.

The wind is clear, the moon is bright, the clear, and the snow is covered.

For a moment, all of them were melted into these clear but slightly melancholy pupils.

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(The last little brother is a newcomer, and there will be big dramas in the future. You can pay attention to it first, but do you think this style looks very similar to whom?)
Chapter completed!