Ling Luoyu: "..."

Don't remember? !

"Fatty?"

The voice sank.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"No"

"No? Look at your guilty conscience...not yet!!"

Lie to ghosts, ghosts don't believe it.

"Fatty, if you were like this, you would be unfriendly to our current situation!"

With his hand propped up on his cheek, Ling Luoyu seemed to smile.

"Couldn't the romantic debt you provoke before, right?"

With the predecessor of Feng Fatty, things like romantic debts are probably not easy to happen.

When Ling Luoyu said that, it was just casual ridicule.

But what I didn't expect was--

"Three young masters, I...I was not young and ignorant at the time, coveting beauty... Am..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

damn it!

This guy really has a problem?

Moreover, it is still romantic debt?

"Fatty, what's the matter with you? You and that Shui Niang..."

"Shhh..."

Fengcheng Lin Nu's lips were slightly pale.

"I've said it, it was a stupid thing that I did when I didn't change things, and...and nothing really happened..."

"...What does it mean that nothing happened?" Ling Luoyu stood up abruptly: "Dead fat man, you tell me clearly, what is going on? Did you do something sorry to be ridiculous?"

"What do you mean I'm sorry? I've said it all, it was something when I was young and ignorant, that is... you are not a man, tell you, you don't understand..."

While talking, Feng Chenglin avoided Ling Luoyu's gaze and fell into the distance with some guilty conscience.

"Furthermore, that...that is what I...inadvertently did, no malicious things, I...I didn't expect that things would develop to that point..."

"Feng Chenglin?" Ling Luoyu increased his voice.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He frowned painfully, and he sighed.

"Oh, okay...I said, you...you can't...get angry..."

pissed off? !

Feng Chenglin's use of this word gave Ling Luoyu a bad feeling in his heart.

The words he used were too serious.

"Fatty, you tell me clearly, what is going on?"

"Just... just... one year, do you still remember... in the palace there was a rumor that there was a lady who... jumped into a well and committed suicide. Later, didn't even find the bones?"

Feng Chenglin squatted, his face was ashamed.

Ling Luoyu was confused when he heard it, so he didn't know why: "What?"

What mother?

Did he commit suicide by jumping from a well again?

Moreover, it is still in the palace?

"Fatty, when have you been entangled with the lady in the palace?"

"Look at you, why don't you remember such an important thing?" Feng Chenglin was a little frustrated.

Such things are the best to remember, he said in the province.

But now, he actually wants to say it again in person!

"It's... that year, my birthday, the year I got a royal horse..."

Yuma?

Ling Luoyu suddenly thought of something, and the expression in his eyes became subtle.

"Is it... that year, a maroon horse... was crushed to death by your ass... that year?"

Speaking of the imperial horse, Ling Luoyu estimated that he could remember it for a year.

At the beginning, this handsome guy was still a meaty man.

The fat in that body can scare people to death.

It's like now, Junya.

Wait-

Digress.

"I remember, that year, you showed me that it was your father who took you to the imperial horse garden in the palace and picked a beautiful Maxima..."