"Since you don't run, then accept my provocation! Feng Wu, your hell has just begun-" Feng Liu glanced at Feng Wu and jumped on the carriage first.
Didn't make a move? Feng Liu felt dull and tasteless.
She also wanted to make a scene with Feng Wu at the city gate, let everyone know that the waste Feng Wu returned to the imperial capital, and let her accept the ridicule of all the people of the imperial capital.
Feng Yiran walked to Feng Wu's side: "Xiao Wu, go back to the house."
The beauty mother was a little scared, she took Feng Wu's hand and looked at Feng Wu nervously.
"With me here, no one can bully you." Feng Wu caressed the beauty's mother's slender hands that looked like Ruixue, her eyes darkened in the sun.
After entering the city, the group sat on the carriage and headed to the Feng Clan.
The voice kept coming:
"Feng Wu returned to the imperial capital?"
"Which phoenix dance?"
"Of course it was the peerless little genius Feng Wu who was as famous as Jun Linyuan in the imperial capital!"
"Oh, it's the Feng Wu of the Feng family who became a waste after the phoenix's true blood disappeared? Didn't she die early?"
"I didn't die, but she was thrown to the border. After five years, I didn't expect her to come back."
"It's already rubbish, and she still has the right face? Doesn't she know that she will only be greeted with ridicule and ridicule?"
…
Feng Wu sat cross-legged in the carriage, her eyes closed tightly, and she entered a state of cultivation.
This world that respects martial arts... After falling from the position of genius, all the voices were ridicule and ridicule. Obviously, Zuo Qingluan abolished her Phoenix True Blood, but the humiliated person became her, Zuo Qingluan A good rhythm from home.
"Do you still remember? There was another person who was as famous as Feng Wu back then."
"Of course I do, Zuo Qingyun, the eldest lady of the Zuo family!"
"What Zuo Qingyun, they are called Zuo Qingluan now! Qingluan, true phoenix!"
"Then do you know? What strength has Zuo Qingluan been promoted to?"
"What strength?"
"Spiritual Venerable Realm!"
"Heaven! Spirit Venerable Realm? No way? You're less than fifteen years old, and you're already Spirit Venerable Realm? The future after that is incredible!"
"Poor Feng Wu, she is still a waste now. In the future, the gap between her and Zuo Qingyun will only get farther and farther, to the point where she can't even look up."
In a restaurant along the street, a man and two women stood by the window.
"If I were Feng Wu, I would just die outside, where would I dare to return to the imperial capital?" Zuo Qingyu, a girl in a pink skirt, gloated over her face.
"How can you die outside? Of course, who will chase the prince along the way, you don't know how stubborn she is on the way, oh, I'm really... I'm too embarrassed to say it. Lie~" Yan Yan acted shyly.
"Infatuation with the prince?!"
When Yan Yan said this, not only Zuo Qingyu beside her was shocked, but the girls at the next table also widened their eyes.
"Isn't it? This phoenix dance is really a person... On the way, she not only obsessed with His Royal Highness, but also ran to climb the prince's bed in the middle of the night! My cousin saw it with his own eyes, and my cousin, you all know who it is. Bar?"
"Master Feng?"
"It's him! My cousin is the younger son of Prince Jun, so he wouldn't lie?" Yan Yan sneered.
"My God!" Zuo Qingyu covered her lips in surprise, shocked: "How could Feng Wu... How did she do such a thing? This face is really thicker than the city wall!"
(End of this chapter)