"Not... like..." Ji Wuhua shook her head.
Feng Changqing put him in place: "Since Miss Qing Luo won't be bullied, why did you go there?"
"I..." Of course Ji Wuhua wouldn't say it, because he wanted to follow up and eavesdrop, to see what was the relationship between the Pavilion Master of the Hongqing Pavilion and Miss Qingluo.
His mind was spinning quickly, the subject changed, and he stared at Feng Changqing again: "You are now appointed by the acting god emperor...Miss Qing Luo's fiancé, don't you worry that Miss Qing Luo was snatched away by the master of the Hongqing Pavilion ?”
He touched his face and sighed: "I originally thought that there would be no other man in the world who could look better than me. Now... the master of the Hongqing Pavilion... I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it , he is prettier than me."
Ji Wuhua covered her face again sadly: "He looks better than me, what if Miss Qingluo falls in love with him... what should I do, what should you do?!"
Feng Changqing looked at Ji Wuhua, who was a master of drama, with a trace of helplessness in her gentle brows: "Since Miss Qingluo didn't like the Pavilion Master of Hongqing Pavilion from the beginning, she won't accept him either."
"As for me... I just follow the arrangement of acting God Emperor. However, Miss Qing Luo will not agree to this marriage, so I am not considered Miss Qing Luo's fiancé."
"Miss Qing Luo is so good-looking and has such a personality, you really don't have feelings for her?!" Ji Wuhua looked suspicious.
Feng Changqing shook her head: "The person I like is not her."
Ji Wuhua's eyes lit up: "You actually have someone you like? Then who do you like?! Is it more beautiful than Miss Qingluo?!"
"No." Feng Changqing continued to shake his head, but never mentioned the person he liked.
Ji Wuhua stared at Feng Changqing for a long time.
Suddenly folded his hands on his chest, with a look of embarrassment and indignation: "You, the person you like, could it be me?!"
Feng Changqing: "... Get lost!"
...
out of the hall.
Ye Qingluo walked towards the room her grandfather had arranged for her in another courtyard.
Grandpa's heart has been broken by the matter of the confession banquet.
Later, Feng Xi was tied up.
It was too much pressure for Grandpa to bear.
Ye Qingluo felt that although it was not far to go back to Feng Mansion from here, it would be better for Grandpa to rest for a while in his current state.
Therefore, Ye Qingluo proposed to stay in another courtyard directly for one night.
She also specially gave Granny Feng some aromatherapy, which can reassure Grandpa and make him sleep more comfortably.
Take a few steps.
Ye Qingluo suddenly stopped, turned his head, looked at the man behind him, and asked with a bad expression, "What are you following me for?"
The man in red and black hair has an expressionless face.
A pair of ancient well-free eyes, like crystals without emotion.
Crystal clear, beautiful, good looking.
But it doesn't have the luster of a soul.
He just stared at her face deeply: "We haven't seen each other for a long time."
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath: "When I was in the lower realm, didn't I explain clearly enough?"
"It's very clear." Chu Wuxin said lightly, "You say it's your right, but it's my right to continue liking you."
He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ye Qingluo, you have been in the God Realm for so long, and that man has never come to you?"
Ye Qingluo turned coldly: "This has nothing to do with Mr. Chu, right?"
"It's related." Chu Wuxin said love words, her voice was still a bit cold, "Everything about you is related to me."