Princess Against the World

"Miss, she may have something to go out... You rest first, I'll make some cakes for you..." Madam Yang's voice followed.

Feng Chenglin looked at the woman in black incredulously: "What's the matter? Where are we...where? I remember that we... fell..."

The clarity of this voice, unless it is in the room where Yang Bing is, or even the next room, will not have such a clear voice.

Although Ling Luoyu had seen many such things, in this world and this era, he was still quite shocked.

"How did you eavesdrop?"

Woman in black: "..."

Are you two stupid? ?

At this time, the sword is under the neck, shouldn't you care about your own safety?

There is still the mind to take care of other things! ?

"Ahem..."

Dingmiao on the ground suddenly coughed and sat up with a sigh.

When seeing the three of Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, their movements suddenly froze.

The four people looked weird and looked at each other without speaking.

Above, Yang Bing’s voice came again——

"Mother Yang, grandma said, I'm eighteen years old, and I can get married... You said... Would she be married to the high priest!?"

"Miss..."

"If Grandma was...Will the high priest marry me!?"

"Miss, I will bring you the soup first..."

"Mother Yang!"

"..."

"Why do you hide from me every time I talk to you about a big wedding... Don't you want me to get married and marry the husband of a dragon and a phoenix?"

"...Miss, of course I hope..."

"Then you say, I choose the high priest, OK..."

"..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes squinted under Feng Chenglin's neck.

There, the blade of the long sword was trembling obviously.

Her eyes wandered, following the sword's edge upwards, she saw the woman in black with forbearing angry eyes.

"Mother Yang, you said the high priest and Miss Yan...what the **** is going on with them?"

The black-clothed woman looked at Ling Luoyu for an instant, and her eyes became sharp and hostile.

Yang Bing's voice continued: "Does the high priest like Miss Yan? After all, such a beautiful person... I like it too..."

"Miss, the royal family of our sea area does not intermarry with outsiders... For you, the high priest is an outsider... So, you better not have these ideas..."

"Why can't it be an outsider!?"

Yang Bing's voice instantly filled with annoyance.

"Look at these men in our waters. Except for my uncle, I don't like any of them... They are eating, drinking and having fun..."

"Then... If you find a man like Young Master... would you like it?!"

"Uncle?? Of course it would be great if you were like uncle...Mother Yang, do you know? My favorite is uncle...he has loved me since he was a child and treated me well..."

"Then... what if you... marry the young master?!"

"Um..." The woman in black suddenly snorted, covering her heart with one hand, her expression in pain.

Feng Chenglin was about to strike back, but was suppressed by Ling Luoyu, his lips faintly, motioning him to continue listening——

"Mother Yang, you said this again... I can hear others say that I can't marry my uncle... because he is my uncle..."

"Nonsense! Which kind of nonsense is this?" Poor Yang was obviously mad: "The one who said this, that's jealous of you..."