"Princess Shengyu, if you don't want to go up, give me the veil. Although I didn't put the silver ingots, I want to go up, even if I can only stand with Prince Rong."

She likes the unparalleled, noble and elegant Prince Rong.

Sima Xiang's round face was already flushed, her bright eyes were shining with glory, her fingers were pinching tightly, and she looked at Ming Yulong with expectation.

The crowd had already walked to Ming Yulong and asked Qin Yinyin to spread out what she was holding.

Ming Yulong's mind finally made a very unclear move in extreme struggle. She stuffed the cloth-folded magnolia flowers into Sima Xiang's arms, blinked:

"I'll give you that silver ingot, and you'll say you put it later!"

Sima Xiang's eyes lit up, and her whole body was like a polished silverware, emitting an excited light!

Rong Yi, who had been looking at her, looked at her eyes when she stuffed the magnolia flowers into Sima Xiang's hand. The black jade-like eyes were like the sky that changed suddenly above her head, depositing rolling black clouds, flooding the coldness of the icebergs and snow. Only thunder dots remained in the dark dark pupils that kept surging.

He walked down the stage like flowers and willows, and the crowd dispersed like a tide. Looking at the noble prince, Jishuang Saixue's face, his expression was as plain as a light cloud, without any trace.

A cold breath emanated from his body, as if it was isolated from everything around him. At the end of the world was the direction of the woman.

Ming Yulong watched him walk over and wanted to escape. His whole body was under his gaze, but he was unable to take a step. He watched him stop in front of her, looking down at her with a height of one and a half head taller than her.

"Did you take the magnolia?"

He completely covered her in his figure, his backlit face was white and bright, but his eyes were surging.

Ming Yulong felt that his breathing was a little stagnant, as if the air was sticky and heavy like glue, and he could not absorb oxygen.

She swallowed hard, moistening her dry and stubborn throat, opened her pink lips, and couldn't say anything, but she couldn't say it. Her fingers curled up into a ball in her sleeves. The cold temperature of her fingertips made her take a breath of air conditioning, and then raised her eyes and looked straight at Rong Yi.

Rong Yi looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her answer.

Sima Xiang looked between Ming Yulong and Rong Yi, and there was a deep and shallow suspicion in her eyes, mixed with a little bit of the yi of her daughter's family. She smiled and took a step forward, plucking her courage to take out the magnolia in her hand.

"Allow......"

Rong Yi's eyes moved.

Qingqing glanced at him with a faint glance, Sima Xiang's raised hand immediately put it down and took a few steps back.

The distance between her hands being raised was more than three feet.

Ming Yulong suddenly walked over, grabbed Sima Xiang's hand, and took a deep breath in Rong Yi's pupils that were almost swallowing.

"It's her..."

A thunder suddenly sounded in the night sky covered with dark clouds, cutting through the heavy sky of the night and interrupting what Ming Yulong was about to say in an instant!

Everyone seemed to wake up in this thunder, and looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!