Ming Yulong thought to himself that Ling Wei was not old. She looked fifteen years old and the leader of Feihe Sect was only forty years old. She died two of her wife in a row, which sounded unlucky.

Rong Yi laughed in a low voice and said, "I don't know this. But after learning that the eldest son of Wanren Villa was an idiot, the leader of Feihe Sect did not expect to break the engagement.

His first two wives were born daughters, and Ling Wei was the daughter of her second wife. Another one was born by the first wife, and ranked fourth in the sect.

When we were married, we were talking about Ling Wei, the daughter of the second wife. However, the leader of the Feihe Sect was quite partial to Ling Wei and wanted the first wife, Miss Ling San, to marry.

However, Miss Ling San was unwilling, so they made a bet, saying that before the wedding, they would see whoever found the best man, and the one who lost would marry to Wanren Villa.”

"So these two ladies are catching good-looking men everywhere in Anyang, hoping to be better than the other one so as not to marry an idiot?" Ming Yulong asked.

"Yeah." Rong Yi nodded, "I heard from Qiaoling that Miss Ling San found a pretty handsome man back, so Miss Ling Wu searched for the town and surrounding areas these days, because the wedding date was coming soon."

No wonder when she and Rong Yi came in, everyone looked at them strangely.

I have long known that the two ladies of the Ling family are catching handsome men here.

Ming Yulong flattered his mouth, "But if she arrested her like this, no one would sue the government?" He is not the emperor's daughter. It is impossible for a good man to resist in such a way.

Rong Yi smiled faintly, and his voice was pleasant, "Wanren Villa and Feihe Gate have been in Anyang Town for a long time, and the government has to sell some face. What's more, the two families are famous mansions here, and Miss Ling Wu is not ugly.

Most men cannot refuse the beauty who has a wealthy family."

Ming Yulong nodded secretly. Ling Wei was an ancient white and rich beauty in Anyang. These men like beauties on weekdays. If there are any ones sent to you, why should you refuse?

She glanced at Rong Yi with a slanted look, "No wonder Qiaoling didn't refuse to talk to you."

Rong Yi twisted her face laughed and cried, "You are countless times more powerful than her family and beautiful than her. Men with eyes know who is the best."

After saying this, Ming Yulong was even more dissatisfied, "If there was someone with a better family background and beautiful appearance than me, you, a man with eyes, would you choose her again?"

"Little jealous jar." Rong Yi smiled gently, lowered his head and covered her lips.

Ming Yulong bulged his eyes and wanted to block her mouth if he didn't explain clearly. This was not possible.

She reached out to grab Rong Yi's hair. Rong Yi smiled and grabbed her hand, gently exerting force on her arms. The two of them were pressed tightly without leaving a gap. The lips and tongue rolled and stirred in the familiar territory, plundering her air bit by bit.

Within a moment, Ming Yulong was panting by Rong Yiqin, his body became weak, and his arms unconsciously hooked on his clothes, and his body became tighter and tighter as he moved.
Chapter completed!