Chapter 633

Luo Qianchen has a private room in the restaurant, which is not only high-end but also twice the space set by Rong family. Murong Ling was arranged to the left of Luo Qianchen. Because of Murong Ling, Rong Wei was able to sit on the table, but he was so excited that his face turned red and his eyes were full of little stars.

Finally, I can have dinner with my idol. I'm so happy

Murong Ling takes a look at Rong Wei, whose cells are rippling all over her body, and the corners of her mouth twitch. This fool's appearance doesn't hurt her eyes. So she turns her head decisively and decides not to look at him during the meal.

She wants to have a good appetite.

The restaurant serves food very fast. The hot food and wine are all over the table in the blink of an eye. The food with rich color and fragrance attracts people's attention. The last time Murong Ling ate something, she was still in the hidden world. Now she can't help but miss the taste of the food.

"What does Mr. Lu like to eat?" Luo Qianchen asked.

Murong Ling waved her hand. "I'll do it myself. Don't worry about me."

The Prince did not move his chopsticks, and others did not dare to do it. Murong Ling did not have this taboo at all. She took a bite of a sour and sweet sparerib. The taste of fresh, tender, sour and sweet burst in her mouth, and she squinted happily. She hadn't eaten this dish for a long time, so she missed it.

"Help yourself. You're welcome."

When Luo Qianchen opens his mouth, other people put down their restraint and begin to pick dishes, but they just put on a few chopsticks symbolically. Most of them are talking to each other. After all, they come out not to eat, but to exchange feelings.

Murong Ling is the one who eats the most seriously at the table, so when a piece of lobster meat appears in her bowl, she immediately finds it. She looks up and sees that Luo Qianchen picks up another lobster and begins to shell it. Her movements are elegant and beautiful, as if she had practiced it countless times.

Who can tell her why her royal highness, the prince of clothes and food, peels the lobster? She didn't even learn!

About to notice her sight, Luo Qianchen explained with a smile, "I see you look at the lobster several times, guess you can't peel, fortunately I peel a few times, help you."

Although the lobster that can't be peeled by hand has no soul, Murong Ling doesn't mind if she can get its body. She immediately thanks, picks up the lobster and puts it into her mouth. She is very satisfied.

I have a brother. He seems to be pretty good.

Because of their blood instinct, they interacted closely, but they didn't know how hard this scene hit the bystanders. One of Luo Qianchen's followers even began to ask others, "did your highness ever have a servant around him?"

"Never."

The entourage was shocked. "Does your highness have the habit of breaking the sleeves?"

Everyone:! "

Attendant one: Why do you look at me like this?

"Ha ha, it turns out that Zixuan is so concerned about our palace. In that case, you can come into the palace tonight to serve." Luo Qianchen on the first seat still has a lobster in his hand, but his momentum doesn't diminish at all. He smiles and talks, which doesn't look like a joke at all.

Zhao Zixuan almost didn't get down, "Your Highness, I, I..." his face was tangled, swaying around in his virginity and loyalty, and finally nodded resolutely, "I will obey you!"

Luo Qianchen's face was blue.

Murong Ling couldn't help laughing. It seemed that there was a shimmering Lake in her eyes. It was clear, bright and warm. Inadvertently looking back, Luo Qianchen was stunned. In his vague memory, he once saw his mother smile like this, but later she laughed less and less, until one day, there was no trace.

As the absolute center, his Royal Highness's mood is not right, immediately was found, Zhao Zixuan thought it was his own fault, scared pale.

Murong Ling looked at him, "what's the matter with you?"

Luo Qianchen shook his head and regained his gentle and elegant appearance. He continued to peel the lobster, and suddenly asked, "is Mr. Lu from Dazhou?"

Murong Ling was not surprised that he would find out the identity and immediately nodded. Luo Qianchen looked at him with more strange and inquiry. "Does Master Lu know that there is a barrier to the monks in and out of Dazhou?"

"I know, but this border is not absolutely right? Does the princess of Qin still go in and out freely? " Murong Ling said without feeling guilty, not worried about each other.

Princess Qin has become a famous figure recently. There was a lot of discussion during the dinner. A monk said, "it's said that Princess Qin was named murongling. She was a monk in the middle period of the Yuan Dynasty. Not long ago, she was passed on in the secret place of Qingyun in the hidden world. She had countless treasures, which attracted people in the hidden world to chase and kill her. Finally, she fled to Dazhou and stopped the pursuers."

"Yes, yes. If it wasn't for that war, we didn't know that the boundary of Dazhou would allow monks to pass.""By the way, Mr. Lu, have you ever met Princess Qin? Is it really as beautiful and beautiful as it is rumored to be? "

Everyone's eyes looked over. Murong Ling touched her chin. For a moment, she didn't know how to praise herself. "Haven't you seen her portrait?"

"Is there a picture?"

"It's for sale in the hidden world. I bought a pair of five yuan stones." In fact, she only spent three yuan.

"Really?" All of you were very excited and looked at her eagerly. "Can you let us have a look, Mr. Lu?"

Murong Ling's vision is on Luo Qianchen, and a thousand thoughts flash in her mind. She agrees to everyone's request and pretends to take out a picture from her sleeve. "That's it."

When they see the beauty in the picture, they are stunned by her beauty without any warning. The beauty is integrated with the beauty. The moment when the beauty looks back and smiles amazes the years. She is strong, confident and calm. They never know that there are such arrogant, free and easy beauty in the world.

Zhao Zixuan muttered to himself, "Princess Qin, really deserves her reputation."

Clang!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly sounded. Everyone looked back and found that the one who made the sound was his royal highness, who was always calm and calm. At this time, his face was pale and terrible, but his eyes were so bright that he stared at the beauty in the picture for a moment, as if he was possessed.

What's going on?

Luo Qianchen ignored the doubts of his subordinates, and suddenly turned his attention to Murong Ling, trying to suppress the ups and downs of the mood. He asked unsteadily, "tell me, who is Princess Qin? Tell me all about your family background and age

Murong Ling gave him a complicated look. "She's the eldest daughter of the Duke of Dazhou town. She's fifteen years old. As for the rest, her royal highness will look after her."

No matter how much she said, it was far less convincing than what they found out by themselves.

Luo Qianchen didn't know what to think of. His whole body was shocked, and his eyes were red. His hands tried to cover up the shaking. After a long time, he gradually calmed down. "Can I give this painting to my palace?"

"Take it." She is not a narcissist. She has no hobby of collecting her own pictures. God knows how she was fooled into buying this painting.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu. I have recorded your kindness." Luo Qianchen cleaned his hands with magic, then took the portrait and carefully put it back into the heaven and earth bag. He nodded solemnly, "if you have something to do in this palace, you can help yourself."

With that, he left in a hurry, leaving everyone looking at each other for a long time.

Zhao Zixuan said, "what's the matter, your highness? I don't like Princess Qin, do I? "

Is it over? Do you have to let Luo Qianchen have incest? Murong Ling glared at him unhappily. Apart from his peach thoughts, would he not think of anything else?

Zhao Zixuan felt his nose inexplicably. Due to his Highness's attitude towards him, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to shrink his neck wrongly and silently accept the attack.

Fortunately, there are still normal people in the room. Someone immediately said, "Your Highness has always been calm and self-sustaining. There is only one person who can make his mood fluctuate today."

"You mean..."

"Yes."

They play riddles, let the family listen to a Leng Leng, simply can't guess what they say. But the people present were all the prince's confidants. They heard something about Xinmi in the palace, and immediately guessed 7788.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Murong Ling had no appetite. She came out today to inquire about the news. She didn't hear anything when she was interrupted. She didn't want to stay any longer. "Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

When the prince was away, the others did not ask her to stay, so they let her go. When Rong Wei and others saw this, they also left one after another, and the discussion in the wing room became heated.

"Do you think this painting has something to do with the empress..."

The discussion gradually disappeared. Murong Ling went straight down the stairs. Seeing that Rong Wei and others were also following him, she said to them, "go back. If the Wang family is bothering you, let Rong Wei go to me."

Although Luo Qianchen warned, there is no guarantee that Wang Mingyu will not violate the law. She was alone and a monk. Naturally, she didn't worry about the Revenge of the Wang family, but the Rong family was not as free and fearless as her.

Rong Wei is not polite to her, so he answers directly.

But Rong Ming and others feel that she is more and more extraordinary. Unexpectedly, Rong Wei wanders around and makes him make friends with noble people. Not to mention Lu's original wealth and background, it is worth making friends with you just because he makes his highness treat him differently. Rong Ming glared at Rong Wei with a dull look on his face and said with a friendly smile, "Mr. Lu, if you need help, don't be polite. Just ask us for help."Murong Ling nodded politely. After they all left, she went to inquire about the news of Da Zhou, but she got nothing. She counted the time, and it was only half a month for the army to march to the south. Now there is no result or sensational effect. In ancient times, when the traffic was backward, it was normal for the news to be blocked.

She had no choice but to return with regret and continue to meditate in other schools.