Those who can enter Fengmanlou are all noble, wealthy and powerful people. It is now noon and the hall is full of guests.

The bustling restaurant is a place where everyone gossips.

"I heard that the eldest daughter of the Mu family disappeared for half a month and came back yesterday. She can hold a thousand pieces of gold in one hand."

"It's a bit mysterious to be able to lift a thousand pounds with one hand, but Miss Mu San's scolding of the wedding team is true."

"Hey, you said that when the young prince got married, the bride and groom were nowhere to be seen. This is a big topic in the imperial capital."

Several men in gorgeous clothes were drinking wine and chatting about the hottest topics at the time.

The private rooms on the third floor, Fengmanlou's private rooms are extremely luxurious. If they are not relatives of the emperor, who can get the private rooms on the third floor of Fengmanlou.

The identity of the owner of Fengmanlou is even more confusing. Everyone has seen him before. Although they have never met the real person, everyone knows that the owner of Fengmanlou is not someone to mess with.

In the elegant room, there is a round table with carved jade, several round stools covered with brocade, precious landscape paintings hanging on the wall, precious antiques placed on the wall shelves, musk burning in the golden tripod, and a respectful girl in gorgeous clothes.

Standing aside, there was a hint of joy on his face.

After a while, two young men pushed open the door and entered. The men in white were handsome and handsome.

Wearing a silver-white lining and a transparent white shirt, there are white clouds on the white shirt, and a white belt with silver edges.

The man in white was sitting on the stool, his face a little sickly, as if he had not seen the light for many years.

The man who came in from behind was wearing brocade clothes with fine silver patterns, and a large lotus pattern appeared on the blue clothes. His black hair was high on the back of his head, and his black eyes under his willow eyebrows were like ink that was too thick to be dissolved.

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With sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his seemingly handsome and domineering face was now filled with a hint of anger.

"Damn, what a Miss Mu San." The man in blue came in from behind and slapped his palm hard on the round table with carved jade.

The girls standing around waiting for service were shocked when they saw this. They raised their eyes to look at the man in blue. Could it be that the young prince really likes Miss Mu San? If not Miss Mu San didn't get on the sedan, how could he be like this?

angry.

"Ming, this matter is your fault." The Eighth Prince Yan Chenluo said softly, raising his hand to signal the girls around him to step back.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? If my fighting spirit hadn't been sealed by my master that day, how could I have fallen into the river and been taken advantage of by that bitch Miss Mu San?" Hearing this, the Young Marquis Hua Zeming couldn't help but wonder.

Happy.

Anger rose on the handsome face, and the tone behind the words was even more gritted!

The daughters of the Mu family maniacs, they will stick up to men when they see them!
Chapter completed!