After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

Qingcheng took a deep look at Dongfang Moqi, and she admired the other party's thick skin, and the ability to tell nonsense with open eyes was really admirable.

Feng Qingling on the side did not forget to show herself at the right time, and her soft voice suddenly said: "Yeah! This Young Master Qing, His Highness the Crown Prince is also a person who knows right from wrong, and since he has figured out the whole story, I believe that the Young Master is also a great man. The person who saves doesn’t care. The auction is about to start now, if Young Master Qing doesn’t mind, you can go in with us, His Royal Highness has already reserved a private room inside.”

In this way, it seems that the prince is magnanimous, and he will lose face by not pursuing Qingcheng, and it can also show the noble status of the prince.

When Dongfang Moqi was told by Feng Qingling's words, he felt a lot more comfortable. He lifted his chin slightly, and his back straightened a little unconsciously.

Qingcheng looked at this Feng Qingling again, it was really a white lotus flower.

He replied indifferently: "No need, how can this young master care about some irrelevant people? Since this young master can enter the auction venue, I will not worry about this eldest sister."

"Pfft...hahaha!" It was the seventh prince again.

Everyone cast their gazes at the same time, and the seventh prince quickly said: "Cough cough... I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold back, I couldn't hold back... You continue, continue."

Some of the women around couldn't help but burst into laughter. That was the eldest Miss of the Feng family. It was rumored that she was kind-hearted, but they seemed to be pretentious.

Aoki and Yaoyue on the side were also trying to hold back their laughter, if Yaoyue opened her mouth, it would cause a lot of trouble.

Feng Qingling's face suddenly looked a little ugly: Big sister? Call her eldest sister? Who is this damn man!

The handkerchief in his hand was tightly twisted, but he couldn't attack.

A look of grievance suddenly appeared on his face: "Since this little son said so, he can only waste the prince's heart. Qingling also invited him with kindness, and he didn't want the son to crowd the hall on the first floor with everyone. If the son doesn't like it Qingling is like this, Qingling apologizes to the son."

Qingcheng had seen Feng Qingling's skills, so it was no wonder that Feng Qingcheng had always been tricked by her.

Qingcheng immediately showed an inexplicable look: "This eldest sister, when did my son say that my son's location is the hall on the first floor? And when did this son say that the eldest sister was wrong? If there is nothing wrong, how can I apologize? What do you mean? With your apology, others say that this son is unreasonable and bullying you, a weak (mentally handicapped) girl!"

Qingcheng turned to look around, "Everyone said, is this a rationale?"

Everyone thought about it, and someone immediately said: "Yes! This young master didn't say anything? How could this eldest lady of the Feng family be wronged? It's really like being bullied."

A man also said: "I was thinking just now, why does this little boy not understand Lianxiangxiyu so much, and he doesn't have a gentleman's demeanor, it seems that he has misunderstood."

The woman who didn't like Feng Qingling also said, "This Miss Feng is not simple. Isn't it the "white lotus flower" in the legend?"

The Seventh Prince was even more direct: "Chichi! This is really not an ordinary performance. It looks very good and has a bit of beauty, but... this scheming is not only ordinary." He glanced at Feng Qingling with contempt.

Feng Qingling was subjected to so much, she also did not expect that the other party would be able to see into her thoughts, and she didn't know how to justify it, but there were still tricks.

With tears in his eyes, he was extremely aggrieved and cried to Dongfang Moqi: "Brother Prince, Linger has no other intentions. He just wants to invite Young Master Qing. Linger really has no other intentions, eh... eh..."