Princess Against the World

The Mohist ancestral hall is like a palace, and its majestic momentum can be felt from a distance.

Feng Chenglin took two quick steps, patted Mo Xing on the shoulder and lowered his voice.

"Is this your family's ancestral hall?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Mo Xing glanced at the ancestral hall doubtfully: "Is there anything wrong?"

"...it's not like there's nothing..."

"What's wrong?" Mo Xing looked stern and looked around quickly, "When we built this ancestral hall, we also invited a Feng Shui master. This is a Feng Shui treasure land that can maintain prosperity forever..."

"I didn't talk about Feng Shui," Feng Chenglin interrupted him impatiently: "I talked about money, silver..."

Mo Xing: "..."

"To put it simply, your family is too rich!"

"..."

"You still don't understand? I mean your family is really willing to spend money. If you don't know, you'd think it's your family's palace!"

Mo Xing smiled and replied: "What is this? You have never seen the main hall of our house. It may not be inferior to the temple of the God Lord..."

Feng Chenglin was momentarily mute and speechless.

Angrily, he replied with two words: ...pretend I didn’t say it! !

Mo Xing didn't know what he said wrong, and looked at Ling Luoyu in confusion and embarrassment.

Just as Ling Luoyu was about to speak, he looked past him and looked behind him.

Mo Xing's heart was moved, and he immediately turned around and his expression changed.

"It's the clan leader!"

In front of the ancestral hall, a man wearing a crescent white silk shirt stood elegantly.

He has long silver hair, gentle eyes, and a faint smile on his face. His whole person is extremely gentle.

Such an image is completely different from the meticulously calculated and scheming Mo Shiyu in Mo Xing's mouth.

"Third Young Master," Feng Chenglin shook his shoulders as if feeling uncomfortable and leaned back slightly, "Can I tell the truth?"

"When can you stop talking?"

"I feel like this guy..."

He finished speaking and didn't speak again.

Mo Xing heard it, but took over the conversation: "Mr. Feng, do you want to say that the head of our family is elegant and elegant, and he is a humble gentleman?"

"I guess it's not just me who wants to say it, but anyone can say that, right?" Feng Chenglin twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled thoughtfully, "Look at his aura, his expression, where he stops, and where does he stand? He’s just a gentleman!”

His eyes squinted and he looked at Ling Luoyu again.

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Ling Luoyu had already guessed what he meant, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Gu Lan!"

"Yes!" Feng Chenglin slapped his thigh fiercely, as if he had won a five million grand prize, his whole face was beaming with joy.

"To be honest, I felt that way from the first moment I saw him. It was just like a living Gulan standing in front of us again!"

Mo Xing asked curiously: "Who is Gu Lan?"

Feng Chenglin pushed his face away and turned to one side. Apparently he didn't want to answer the question and kept talking to himself.

"Especially their aura of being gentlemen on the outside but villains on the inside, they are exactly the same!"

Mo Xing still asked without giving up: "Who are you talking about?"

Feng Chenglin covered his mouth again and still said his thoughts.

"The most important thing is that both of them give me the same feeling..."