Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

"Qing Ge."

With a clear song, everyone who had already stepped through the door paused, and they all looked back.

Seeing that noble figure in purple robes standing not far from Feng Mansion, everyone couldn't help looking at Feng Qingge, who was dressed in white with a beautiful face and cold body.

The visitor was Murong Yixuan, the third prince, her fiancé, although the father said that they had retired, because of Murong Yixuan’s reluctance, the marriage is still delayed, and the relationship between the two has not been broken. .

The people onlookers were not optimistic about the marriage of the two of them, because Murong Yixuan is the most talented and boundless son of the new generation of Yao Ri.

Although Feng Qingge is the eldest lady of Fengfu and Yaori’s number one beauty, in this world where strength is respected, her strength is insignificant in the eyes of the world, even the daughters of some families. Women's talents and strength are stronger than her, let alone her face ruined for a while.

Even if her appearance is restored now, her cultivation strength is too weak, in the eyes of everyone, she is still not worthy of Murong Yixuan. After all, standing next to a goddess must be a woman with first-class appearance and strength.

"You go in first!" She handed Yang Yang to her grandfather and let them go in.

"Okay, let's talk about it! If it doesn't work, tell him to come into the mansion." The old man said, and then he took Yangyang into it.

Feng Xiao glanced at Murong Yixuan, shook his head, and walked inside with a sigh.Although he is quite satisfied with Murong Yixuan, it is a pity that he can't help it if his daughter doesn't like him. Even if he is satisfied with him, everything must be up to his daughter's wishes.

Murong Yixuan stepped forward and watched all the scars on her face disappeared, and her face returned to her previous snow-slip and flawless appearance. Seeing such a beautiful but alienated her, his heart ached slightly, but his face was revealed. A gentle smile came.

"There is a teahouse not far ahead, go have a drink!"

Feng Jiu glanced at him, and seeing many people around him watching, he nodded and followed him to the second floor wing of the tea house not far away.

In the wing room, the atmosphere is slightly frozen, there is no intimacy and love between lovers, and there is no shyness and obsession.

The two of them sat at the table, Murong Yixuan poured tea for her, looking at her indifferent and alienated, slightly constricted her eyes to hide the pain in her eyes, staring at the tea in his hands: "Grandpa Feng, go find my father. Wang said that he would retire, but I did not agree."

Feng Jiu took a sip of his tea. Hearing this, his eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at him, and said, "I told you about retiring. The two of us are not suitable, and it's meaningless to drag."

"Inappropriate?"

He raised his eyes in a daze and looked at her indifferent, and smiled bitterly: "We can be said to be childhood sweethearts. How could it be inappropriate? I know you must be annoying me because I didn't recognize you. I also know that it was my fault, but Qingge, can't you give me another chance?"

Hearing this, Feng Jiu looked at him with a smile and shook his head. There was a sharp insight in his clear eyes, and a soft voice came from his mouth unhurriedly, hitting his heart mercilessly.

"Actually, you don't love Feng Qingge as much as you think. With your wit, I believe you should have noticed that I sitting in front of you is different from the Feng Qingge you are familiar with."