Your Majesty, Madam, she is not a human being

Chapter 20 Meeting the Seventh Prince Again

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. If you want to go up, you still need to walk.Huo Qingluan pulled out his face towel from his sleeve and put it on his face.

"You look good even without it." Song Jiyang looked at the veiled Huo Qingluan with bright eyes.

"I think it's less likely to frighten children if it's covered." Huo Qingluan said nonchalantly.

"Okay!" Song Jiyang was thinking in his heart, covering it up would just make the real her belong to him only.

Huo Qingluan followed Song Jiyang on the winding road, surrounded by birds and flowers, and the air was very pleasant.Occasionally, the wind blows, accompanied by bursts of fragrance.

Huo Qingluan squinted her eyes. Such a peaceful and peaceful environment made her feel particularly comfortable.

The two servants walked up the stairs halfway up the mountain. As soon as they entered the gate of Yuanyuan Temple, they were blocked by someone.

"Two donors, please stay." A young monk wearing cassocks came out. He bent slightly and his attitude was very humble.

"Master." Song Jiyang stepped forward and clasped his hands: "We came here today to pray for blessings. I wonder if Master allows us to enter the temple?"

Huo Qingluan stood aside and waited quietly.

"Amitabha, donor, it's really inconvenient for a distinguished guest to visit today." The young monk clasped his hands and respectfully replied, "Please go back first! The poor monk will come to apologize another day."

Song Jiyang frowned, looked at the closed door of the temple, and then at the young monk.He pursed his lips and said, "No matter who it is, I would like Master to help inform you. Just say, Song Jiyang is here."

This young monk is obviously new here and has never met Song Jiyang. He is not willing to use his power to suppress others, but now... he is blocked outside the house, which really makes him a little unhappy.

"Sorry, donor." The young monk shook his head and refused: "I'm afraid it's not convenient to entertain you at this time."

"Then can you tell me which distinguished guest is here?" Song Jiyang frowned displeased, a cold look flashed in his eyes.These people really thought that Song Jiyang grew up a vegetarian.

"Amitabha." The young monk lowered his head and muttered, then stood sideways at the door and made a "please" gesture.

Huo Qingluan stood aside and never spoke to dissuade him. He just looked at Song Jiyang indifferently, as if he was watching a show.

Song Jiyang took a deep breath and suppressed the anger boiling in his heart: "In that case, Ling Gang, go and ask the people inside to come out to see me!"

Ling Gang took the order and left.Not long after, he walked out with someone.

Seeing that person, Song Jiyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face suddenly became gloomy.And the man's expression changed instantly, looking at him in horror.

"So it's you?" Song Jiyang looked at the man with icy eyes and a sneer on his lips: "The Seventh Prince is so majestic! Even I dare to stop him!"

When the seventh prince Song Tao appeared, Song Jiyang pulled Huo Qingluan behind him early, not wanting them to meet.

But God always likes to be against him.

"Little uncle, you have misunderstood. How dare I stop you!" Song Tao kept staring at Huo Qingluan.He always felt like he had seen this woman somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

"Really?" Song Jiyang snorted coldly, looking at Song Tao with even more disgust.Especially under his gaze, this guy kept staring at his girl, "If you look at her again, I will dig out your eyeballs!"

"Ahem!" Huo Qingluan coughed twice while listening to the tense conversation between them.Although she really hoped that Song Jiyang would kill that bastard and avenge his original body, that was not the case now.

"Let's go in!" Song Jiyang took Huo Qingluan's hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Song Jiyang had just taken two steps when he heard Song Tao's voice coming from behind again, "Little uncle, I wonder who this is? Why haven't I seen him before?"

In Song Tao's impression, Huo Qingluan was a cowardly and extremely ugly woman.Ever since he saw her taking off her hijab three years ago, he never wanted to look at her again.In his eyes, Huo Qingluan was a ferocious woman with a face full of abscesses.Even though she seemed to be already graceful and graceful, he couldn't see it.

Therefore, he only felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he could not recognize him at all.

"It has nothing to do with you!" Song Jiyang stopped and turned his back to Song Tao.He didn't want Song Tao to see Huo Qingluan's current appearance.Because he was afraid that Huo Qingluan would get involved with the seventh prince again.

Huo Qingluan patted his hand with obvious comfort.

She looked back at the Seventh Prince and showed a coquettish smile: "Seventh Prince, long time no see, how are you and my sister Zi Yan doing?"

She is... Huo Qingluan!

Song Tao's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that the beautiful and charming woman wearing a veil and a red outfit in front of him could be the extremely ugly Huo Qingluan in his impression, with his body covered with abscesses.

"Huo Qingluan?" Song Tao's voice was full of doubt.

Huo Qingluan raised her eyebrows like willow leaves and asked with a smile: "Have you forgotten, Seventh Prince? I went to see you a few months ago. But now, you don't remember me at all."

Song Tao was stunned for a moment, and the scene in Zuixian Tower suddenly appeared in his mind.After that, he asked his father to terminate the engagement.But... wouldn't Huo Qingluan still be a crazy woman by that time? !

how come……

Song Jiyang clenched his fists and resisted the urge to explode: "Luan'er, let's go."

"No!" Huo Qingluan waved her hand and clasped his hand with her fingers: "After all, the seventh prince and I have terminated our engagement."

Huo Qingluan spoke word by word, as if he was reminding the seventh prince Song Tao, and also seemed to be comforting Song Jiyang.But at least Song Jiyang's heart calmed down inexplicably.

"Uncle, this woman is not a good thing! Don't be deceived by her." Song Tao somehow, as if out of control, suddenly said these words.

Huo Qingluan raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the seventh prince, and there was a deep cold light in his eyes.

Song Tao trembled at the sight of Huo Qingluan, and subconsciously took a step back, secretly hating his own timidity.He gritted his teeth: "You... don't mess around."

Huo Qingluan looked away, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and smiled mockingly, without saying anything.

She took Song Jiyang's hand and whispered in words that only the two of them could hear, "Let's go."

Song Jiyang nodded and led her towards the temple.

Their footsteps went further and further, and finally disappeared from Song Tao's sight.Song Tao felt a little lost inexplicably, as if something important had disappeared, leaving him a little empty and confused.

"Your Majesty?" The boy who came out to look for Song Tao shouted worriedly, trying to bring back the seventh prince's wandering thoughts.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Song Tao turned around and asked.

"Miss Zi Yan is still waiting."

After hearing this, Song Tao immediately came to his senses, opened his legs and walked inside.

……

Huo Ziyan, who was in the inner hall, had a ferocious expression as she listened to what the young monk had said.She crushed the chopsticks in her hands and murmured coldly: "Huo Qingluan, why aren't you dead yet!"

(End of this chapter)