The wind chuckled a little softly, like the wind blowing the ripples on the water: "I haven't even met her well, how can I like it?"

"But she is so beautiful, I think I will like you when you meet her..." When she said this, Bao Mo's sadness was wrinkled into a ball, "It's a man."

"I don't deny that beautiful women are indeed more likely to impress men, but not every man will give his sincerity just because of a beautiful appearance." Li Feng said frankly. If he said that as a man but he doesn't like beautiful women, he himself will feel hypocritical, right?

Baomo stopped talking, and the pear meat chewed and chewed, and his heart became sore and sore.

"Ergouzi! Stop it! Look at me if I won't beat you to death!"

Yin Chen was on the other side and didn't know how he messed with Su Su. Su Su was chasing him from behind. The two of them laughed and played so hard that they didn't really envy Li Feng's eyes.

He suddenly thought of what his father said: "Accept the arrangement of fate before you can't confirm the true reason of happiness."

Li Feng looked at Yin Chen and Su Su and expressed his feelings: "Actually, it is very happy that he is as carefree as them."

Baomo looked up at him in confusion, wondering if he saw that Su Su was a daughter? He felt this emotion? Then did he know that he was also a girl?

She couldn't help but tease: "You prince born with gold and jewelry in your mouth, how could you say anything like that?"

His eyes were calm: "So what about the prince? It's a kind of pain that cannot decide his life."

Bao Mo said to himself, "I really envy the little princess." When he said that, he secretly glanced at Li Feng with guilt, for fear that he would see his thoughts. "I didn't think about it before, but I suddenly envy it today."

"We look up to the heights and always feel that the higher we stand, the happier we live. And why are our happiness also in the eyes of others?"

Baomo looked at him in confusion, saw him smiling lightly, then slowly turned his face and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Baomo, don't envy the princess's noble background or outstanding beauty. Maybe she has her helplessness and her troubles, but you can't see it."

Baomo lowered his head in dismay, silently gnawed the pear, and only told his thoughts.

No, you didn't understand what I mean. I envy the princess not because of her dignity or beauty, but because of her two things, she can become your wife effortlessly through a ceremony to choose a prince consort.

Stroke back, if you become a prince consort, you will be envious of men all over the world. Actually, I don’t think so.

Instead, I think that if the little princess can marry you, she is the woman who is envied by everyone in the world?

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Today is another day when Qingluan pretends to be a little beggar. She is sitting in rags and undressed on the corner of the street, with a broken bowl on the ground, and passers-by come and go by her.

"Good uncle, aunt, brother and sister, please give me some money..." Her eyelids drooped, and she looked like she was dying, shouting weakly at passers-by, "I haven't eaten for two days, so I'll give you some rewards..."

However, people just passed by indifferently without looking at her at all.

After wearing dirty clothes for several days, she covered her neck with prickly heat. While tickling, she yelled in a daydream: "Do you have money... God, you might as well be fine, just drop a rich woman for me, and let me hug my thighs..."
Chapter completed!