Fenghua picked out her delicate and slender eyebrows, "Why are you afraid?"

Ying Ye was wearing a silver mask on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was luxurious and charming: "Keep your wife."

"Oh..." Fenghua said a long time, "Your Highness, are you saying that you have killed nine fiancées in the rumor?"

Ying Ye: "…"

Fenghua looked at Ying Ye with a little curiousness, "Is it true? There are really nine?"

Ying Ye casually said "um" and said in a low voice: "——It's true."

Feng Huaxian touched his jaw and said in amazement: "I thought the rumors in the world were full of exaggeration. It turned out that there were really nine."

Speaking of this, Fenghua suddenly changed his mind, "But please rest assured that I will definitely not be the tenth one."

Ying Ye raised his eyebrows.

So confident?

As if reading Ying Ye’s thoughts, Fenghua said quietly: “I’m a tough life. And if I die, your highness, you may not be able to marry the princess in the future.”

Ying Ye: "…"

Miss Ye, you are really humorous and funny.

Under the silver mask, the corners of the man's lips, which were as bright as petals, unconsciously raised up gently.

"Ding! The target character wins the night, favorability level 5, strategy completion level 10!"

Ying Ye was slightly stunned.

If Feng Hua wasn't there in the carriage, Ying Ye would have reached out and touched the corner of his lips.

Even he himself doesn't remember how long it took for him to never be like this... I've laughed.

Ying Ye's eyes turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the girl.

She was wearing a purple dress, with a delicate and fair appearance, and a beautiful woman was as beautiful as jade.

...He also wore purple clothes.

His Highness the Ghost King naturally didn’t know that there was another word in this world called: couple outfits.

However, this did not prevent him from feeling happy little by little.

Feng Hua stared at Ying Ye's face and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, is your face really as terrifying as rumored?"

“…”

Ying Ye's eyes darkened and there was no answer yet.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the cold voice of a man in black came from outside: "Your Highness, Miss Ye, Zhuque Street is here."

The gap between the rich and the poor in the Qin State was polarized. In the capital of Qin State, the place where the grand officials and nobles lived was called Wuyi Lane, and the place where the common people lived was called Hanyi Lane.

Wuyi Lane and Hanyi Lane are separated by a street, which is Zhuque Street.

The topic was interrupted by cold, and Fenghua knew that he could not ask any questions.

Don't hurry, take your time.

Ying Ye got off the carriage.

This time, His Highness the Ghost King was very obedient. After getting off the car, he took the initiative to stretch out a hand and handed it to Fenghua.

Fenghua was stunned.

Lips raised, like flowers.

She held Ying Ye's hand, and the purple skirt swayed in the air, like a blooming flower, beautifully gathering when it landed gracefully.

Zhuque Street is very lively.

The Flower Festival is a festival for young men and women in the Great Qin Dynasty to express their love to each other, which is equivalent to the Chinese Valentine's Day in ancient China.

The streets are full of handsome and handsome young men and beautiful girls.

The lanterns on Zhuque Street are like galaxies and rivers, with endless sounds of playing and laughter in my ears.

There are also vendors selling masks, wearing masks of all kinds, walking on Zhuque Street, so Ying Ye, who is wearing silver-faced and purple-robed, does not look eye-catching when walking there.

Some little girl even teased and said, "Hey, look, that person looks like the legendary ghost king."

This sentence came to his ears, and Fenghua successfully noticed that the man in silver-faced and purple clothes was slightly tense.
Chapter completed!