After being teased by the crown prince

Chapter 32 The Man at the Prom

"No." Lu Ziyun said hastily. For some reason, when he saw Song Hanming, he was very disturbed. "Then, why is the right minister here so late?"

Song Hanming said with a smile: "I just watched the opening of the empty valley Youtan. It is so beautiful under the moonlight. Has your highness seen the empty valley youtan? That was before, the crown prince specially planted it in the palace for Mr. Mo."

Really, Mo Ruoqing and Konggu Youtan really look alike, they are both beautiful and fragile existences in Luo Tingmiao's heart, seeing the disappointment on Lu Ziyun's face, Song Hanming's smile deepened: "I'm talking too much, my lord Concubine don't think too much, I heard Steward Wen said that the concubine will attend the graduation ball of the university's debating club tomorrow, and I would like to ask the concubine to rest well so that she can attend tomorrow energetically."

After finishing speaking, Song Hanming walked past Lu Ziyun, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes were boundless and cold.

Tonight, Lu Ziyun

Insomnia for the first time.

The next day, Lu Ziyun opened her eyes, but Luo Tingmiao still hadn't come back. The huge palace was terribly empty. Today is Saturday. After Xiaofeng finished his breakfast, the maid sent him to a hobby class. Lu Ziyun ate a few bites Muffin, sighed, butler Wen stood aside, poured him a cup of black tea, and said worriedly, "Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." Lu Ziyun poked the muffin with a fork, and Butler Wen said, "Is there not enough honey or butter in the muffin?"

"No." Lu Ziyun put down her fork, stood up and said, "I'm full."

Steward Wen was stunned, and all the maids and guards in the palace were stunned. Her Royal Highness actually only ate a few bites of muffins before she was full? !

"Your Highness, are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Is Your Highness feeling unwell? Or is today's breakfast not to your liking?"

The maids gathered around, Lu Ziyun was a little dizzy, he hurriedly said: "I'm fine, I just want to take a rest." Lu Ziyun turned and left, butler Wen looked at his back and sighed.

Evening, Hilton Hotel.

The graduation ball of the North City University Debate Club is being held in the hall. Young students are wearing suits and chatting with high spirits. The royal car is parked at the door, and Lu Ziyun gets out of the car. After looking at the shape, the whole person looks handsome and exquisite, but he is listless, with some melancholy between his brows and eyes.

When Lu Ziyun walked into the hall, everyone secretly looked at him, but Lu Ziyun ignored everyone, went to the snack counter, picked up a piece of cake, and ate it.

The music started and everyone began to dance. Lu Ziyun turned around and a tall figure appeared in front of him. Lu Ziyun raised her head and saw a man wearing a mask. The man's chin was firm and manly, with a tall and straight figure. The whole temperament is excellent.

Lu Ziyun blinked, who is this?How come I never met it in college?

The man looked at Lu Ziyun and said, "Are you the imperial concubine Lu Ziyun?"

"Yes, you are..." Lu Ziyun asked suspiciously.

The man said, "I'm probably related to the royal family."

Royals?What is he doing here?Lu Ziyun said, "Why did you come to the prom of the debate club?"

"Catch a gun." The man said calmly.

"Eh?!" Lu Ziyun was taken aback. The man turned around with a glass of wine in his hand, and suddenly clenched the glass tightly. Lu Ziyun followed his line of sight and saw a man in a purple suit with mid-length hair and skin. A fair-skinned man, tall and tall, wearing a mask, with an extremely delicate chin, he smiled with his lips hooked, and the smile on the corners of his lips was suave.

He was talking to some girls, making them laugh.

Lu Ziyun felt the cold anger of the man beside her.