Chapter 687 Don’t Let Him Play You to Death

Three days later, a grand banquet in Country Z.

Tang Moer pulled Lin Shiyu to the upper floor of the White House, "Excuse me, please make way."

The two stood at the carved railing and looked down. The streets below were crowded with people. The three layers inside and outside were full of royal guards, and a thousand-mile red carpet in the middle welcomed the influential people from Country A.

All around them were the ladies of noble families dressed up in gorgeous clothes. Everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

---I heard that the daughter of the Eastern Duke Ye Ruge, the son of the Southern Duke Xuanying, the Western Duke Lu Yeming, and the son of the Northern Duke Feng Lihen would all appear today. I am really looking forward to it.

---Me too, me too. It is a great honor to see such a grand scene today!

At this time, a stunning figure appeared and stood beside Tang Moer.

Tang Moer glanced sideways and saw that it was Feng Lingxue.

Feng Lingxue was born with a stunning beauty. Every facial feature and contour was the most perfect product of God. Her face was like a silver plate, and her delicate white skin exuded a crystal-clear luster. Things that were too delicate and perfect always had a bewitching charm.

Even though they were both women, Tang Moer wanted to take a closer look at Feng Lingxue every time she saw her.

"Miss Feng, hello." Tang Moer greeted her.

Feng Lingxue nodded, with laziness in her cold face.

At this time, the other ladies from famous families focused their eyes on Feng Lingxue, full of contempt and disdain.

---Look, that's Feng Lingxue, the top girl in A Jiao's room!

---It is said that she has learned a lot of charm, and any man who has seen her will be seduced by her!

---It is said that she is best at dancing, and those men would go bankrupt just to watch her dance!

---Feng Lingxue is really a bad woman, a vixen!

---We should all stay away from her!

Listening to these words, Tang Moer looked at Feng Lingxue, "Do you mind what they said?"

Feng Lingxue had no expression, cold and lazy, and soon her white eyes showed a bit of amorous feelings, and she said lightly, "They are just jealous."

Tang Moer smiled, she liked Feng Lingxue very much, because Feng Lingxue's heart was exquisite.

It is said that Feng Lingxue entered A Jiao's room since she was a child and was trained to be charming. In fact, Tang Moer disagreed. Some women are born with charming bones and are charming. Feng Lingxue is one of them.

At this time, a commotion sounded in my ears, "Oh my God, look, the son of the Southern King is here!"

Xuanying?

Ying...

Feng Lingxue looked down at the floor with her feathers like a small fan hanging down. The media spotlights were "clicking" wildly. The royal guards quickly stopped the commotion, and then a bulletproof business luxury car slowly drove in.

A letter ---X is inlaid on the body of the luxury car that glows with cold light.

A big X should be just the abbreviation of the name, Xuan.

But this X is more like a black skull, and it seems to hide a pair of cold and gloomy eyes in the skull, which makes people shudder.

---Oh my God, it's my silver-faced king!

---Although he wears a half silver mask, the half of his handsome face that he reveals has already fascinated me!

---Aren't you afraid of him? I dare not look at his pair of glass eyes, so scared.

---But, I am afraid and love!

The famous ladies around me have begun to be crazy about him.

Feng Lingxue looked downstairs. At this time, the royal guards respectfully opened the back door. The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and above was two proud long legs wrapped in trousers cut like blades.

Xuanying came out.

Xuan Ying was wearing a handmade black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, which looked like a deep V-neck, revealing his muscular chest.

He wore a silver mask on his right face, revealing a handsome left face like a sculpture. As soon as he appeared, he immediately caused a tsunami of screams.

Feng Lingxue's charming white eyes suddenly shrank. It was him, Brother Ying?

It turned out that Xuan Ying was Brother Ying!

Brother Ying was actually the son of the Southern King!

The conversation in the Imperial Capital City rang in her ears. She said---You have no money, no power, and no status, so why do you take me away?

---If you are the son of the King, I will serve you willingly.

He said---Do you think the son of the King would like a woman like you?

---Prostitute!

Prostitute...

Feng Lingxue slowly clenched her fist. God still liked to play jokes on her. After three years of not seeing him, he had transformed into the Silver-faced King standing on the top of the cloud.

At this time, as if they were in sync, Xuanying downstairs looked up, and his ink-colored glazed eyes looked over here.

His ink-colored glazed eyes were like the eyes hidden in the skull of an X, cold and gloomy.

Ah!

There was a scream in my ears, and some of the famous ladies around me were so excited that they were about to faint.

Feng Lingxue's hands and feet were cold, because she saw Xuanying downstairs slowly curling his lips at her.

That smile was like saying---Feng Lingxue, the game has begun.

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After Xuanying appeared, Feng Lihen also appeared, but the much-anticipated Lu Yeming and the only female general Ye Ruge did not appear. It was said that they would appear directly at the banquet.

After Jun Mosheng's death, the power of Z country fell to Vice President Cao Ze, but the military power was taken away by Jun Chulin, who became the commander-in-chief. The Jun family and the Zhu family were old friends. The Jun family supported Zhu Qing, the prince of the Zhu family, to take the throne, and Zhu Qing became the new president.

Zhu Qing and Jun Xiqing, the third daughter of the Jun family, were childhood sweethearts. Before Jun Mosheng passed away, he personally arranged a marriage for the two.

So Jun Xiqing is Zhu Qing's fiancée and the future president's wife.

This grand banquet is the engagement party for the two.

At the party, Gu Mohan held a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked at Xuanying not far away. Xuanying was standing in the bright lights, talking to Zhu Qing. A large number of famous ladies behind him cast their admiring eyes on Xuanying.

Gu Mohan looked at Feng Lingxue beside him, "This Xuanying returned to the Xuan family only three years ago. Since then, he has used extremely cruel means to pave the way for imperial power with blood. He is a character. In just three years, he has made a name for himself with Lu Yeming. People no longer call him the son of the Southern King but the Silver-faced King."

"In the future, Country A may depend on the competition between the Western King and the Silver-faced King. The winner... will be the king."

Feng Lingxue looked at Gu Mohan indifferently, "Why are you telling me this?"

In the corner of Gu Mohan's eyes, Xuanying has already looked here. He took two steps forward, lowered his waist slightly and talked to Feng Lingxue, creating an ambiguous posture.

"As a cooperative ally, I have to remind you not to have contact with the Silver-faced King. According to the news, this Silver-faced King is mentally ill. He is dark, bloodthirsty, and advocates violence. He is definitely not a good person. I can see from his eyes how much ambition and restlessness he hides, and he also hides... hatred for you. I hope you keep your life and live well, don't let him play to death."