Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

The beautiful city that never sleeps is brilliantly illuminated by colorful neon lights. The bright or dark colorful lights cover the city with a gauze like cicada wings, and the whole city is shrouded in dreams.

Minghuang Guild Hall stands in the center of the city like a standout among chickens.

The European-style design is beautiful, and every detail shows the nobleness and taste of this building.

Ling Haotian, who was sitting in the VIP seat of Minghuang Guild Hall, frowned slightly and asked Lu Ping beside him: "Are you sure Nangong Minglu is working here now?"

Lu Ping nodded with a smile. He knew why his young master would ask this question. This is the top concert hall in the city, and all the people who come here to play are masters.

Nangong Minglu, a teenage yellow-haired girl, how could she be on the stage here?

"Minghuang's people are too outrageous, you want to eat fried squid, don't you?" Ling Haotian snorted dissatisfied.

The lights on the stage were turned on, and the Qingyue guzheng sounded. Nangong Minglu, who was dressed in a silk embroidered cheongsam, sat behind the guzheng, dancing on the strings with her slender fingers like an orchid spirit in the middle of the night.

Strings of musical notes flowed out with the perfectly curved fingertips, and flowed into every blood vessel and every nerve of Ling Haotian, making him feel comfortable throughout his body, as if the suffocation in the world was swept away by the ethereal music.

Ok!

Ling Haotian decided to take back his previous evaluation. He only knew that Nangong Minglu was a ruthless little witch, but he never thought that she had such a unique skill.

"Miss Nangong, our young master welcomes you!" Lu Ping politely stopped Nangong Minglu who was about to go home, and gracefully extended the invitation.

Nangong Minglu looked at the man next to her. He was in his 30s, refined and refined, with a pair of bright eyes shining with wisdom, with a sense of connotation but not ostentation.

Nangong Minglu had a good impression of him. To be called "Young Master" so respectfully by such a man, that young master should not be too bad.

Nangong Minglu was a little curious, and as Lu Ping came to Ling Haotian, he casually sat down opposite Ling Haotian, Nangong Minglu looked at Ling Haotian with great interest.

Although he has the peculiar immaturity of a teenager, and there are no traces of vicissitudes of life on his body, he is tall, handsome, imposing, kingly, and domineering to rule everything.

Such an outstanding person, once met, will never be forgotten.

——So, the moment Nangong Minglu saw him, he searched for him from his memory, "Oh? It's you!"

"What? You know me?" Ling Haotian was a little surprised.

He probably never met Nangong Minglu, although he didn't want to admit it, but Nangong Minglu was indeed that kind of beautiful and unforgettable girl, if he had, he probably wouldn't miss it.