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Chapter 64 The False Princess and the True Oiran 42

"Is this a shameful thing? This is obviously a happy thing. The prince has a son and happily announces that he will celebrate with the people. Isn't that right?" Fuling showed a desperate smile. "If it were your princess, you would definitely do this. Haha, I understand the right and wrong, and I just want the prince to let the little girl go a way out. The prince is handsome and elegant. If you want to have children, women who want to give birth to a baby can line up from the center of the city to the moat. Why do you have to stick to me?"

In terms of love, she has her own bottom line and pride and will never compromise.

"Furong!" Unexpectedly, after saying so much, Furong still refused to listen to him. No matter how patient King Changjun is, he will be gone. "You have to go back with me today. If you don't go back with me, you have to go back. You can't let you decide!" King Changjun has always called himself me. Today he calls himself I, and he wants to use his identity as a prince to compare Fuling.

"Is the prince trying to force the little girl?"

"I am not forcing you, I am just telling this fact."

"It seems that the prince doesn't take us seriously and treats us as air?" Zhuo Yan stood in front of Fuling, protected Fuling, raised her chest and looked at King Changjun.

"You? Haha, just a slut. Is it just a fool who has destroyed King Rui? Do you really think that he is a personal character? Today, this is my personal matter. You should meddle in other people's business?" The grievances and grievances that the family and King Rui saw were spread everywhere in a short while. King Rui's family became a joke for the people of the whole city. Of course, he also knew it clearly. But so what? He is not King Rui, not as stupid as King Rui.

"The affairs of Fuling are the affairs of our husband and wife." Fuling is her daughter's friend, and she really likes this girl, so of course she needs to help.

"Overbial ability." King Changjun did not take Zhuo Yan and his wife into their eyes, but only looked at Fuling. "Foling?" He didn't even know that her name was Fuling.

"Just call me Furong." She wanted to tell him that her real name was not actually Furong, but after she went back, she found that he was perfunctory in speaking, so she didn't have the interest. Furong was just Furong, and she had been accustomed to it after calling her for so many years.

In fact, why didn't she notice it? She noticed something was wrong the day before the redemption.

"Foling..." King Changjun did not hear Fuling's words, but only cared about himself, calling Fuling's name "Foling..." and it was a deep affection that Fuling had never seen before.

King Changjun looked up at Fuling, his eyes a little uncertain, as if he had recalled something, "Wang Fuling?"

Fuling was surprised, "How did you know that my surname is Wang?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, Wang Fuling, Fuling..." King Changjun laughed, but cried in tears in his eyes and grabbed Fuling's shoulders with his hands. "Why didn't you tell me your name earlier, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"So what if I tell you earlier?" King Changjun's attitude was so strange.

"Foling, I am Brother Yun." King Changjun said anxiously, "Don't you remember me?"

"Brother Yun?" Fuling recalled, "I'm sorry, I don't know Brother Yun, you have recognized the wrong person. Prince, please don't bother me anymore. I have nothing to do with you, I have nothing to do with you!" Fuling pushed King Changjun away, turned away, and looked down and refused to look at King Changjun.
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