The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 31 The Great Shame

Facing everyone's astonished and strange gazes, Nam Kyung-hwan's proud self-esteem was challenged like never before.

He was so angry that he gasped, and clenched his fists fiercely. At this moment, he could not wait to strangle Su Moliang to death.

This woman made him lose face in public, damn it!

The empress dowager and the emperor's resolute attitude towards Su Moliang were a little astonished.

Although Su Moliang's admiration for Nan Jinghuan is not a street news, it is not a secret.

Now, Su Moliang actually refused to marry the crown prince, but was willing to marry a cripple who was not welcomed by others.

Is Su Moliang still awake, or is his brain broken?

Everyone sighed in disbelief, looking at Su Moliang's eyes as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Girl Mo Liang, are you sure? You don't want to marry the prince, you want to marry the Ninth Prince?" The queen mother asked anxiously.

Su Moliang nodded and was very sure: "Yes, I am willing to marry the Ninth Prince."

Saying this, Su Moliang also has an element of intentional anger at Nan Jinghuan in it.

When the owner of the body was alive, Nan Jinghuan never had a good face and would only humiliate Su Moliang.

Now Su Moliang wants him to taste the humiliation.

When everyone heard Su Moliang's words, there was a lot of discussion, some whispered that His Royal Highness was not as lame, and some lamented that Su Moliang had no vision.

No matter what it said, it would not be pleasing to Nan Jinghuan's ears.

Nan Jinghuan was so angry that his teeth clucked, and there was an uncontrollable anger in his eyes, like an enraged lion.

He slapped his palm on the table and made a loud noise, then stood up abruptly and stared at Su Moliang, his eyes wishing to tear the latter's skin to the bone.

"Su Moliang! This king is not as good as a cripple with a humble identity!" Nan Jinghuan asked with a low growl, his voice was really gnashing of hatred.

Su Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Nan Jinghuan indifferently: "He is prettier than you."

"Su Moliang, is your brain broken? I'm the crown prince, and I have an honorable status!" Nan Jinghuan didn't know what was wrong. Facing Su Moliang's cold and even contemptuous eyes, he thought urgently. To restore your dignity.

Although he doesn't love Su Moliang, he doesn't allow Su Moliang to fall in love with others.

"He's prettier than you."

"This king is a high-level Earth Spiritist with a promising future." Nan Jinghuan's eyes blazed, blue veins bulging.

"He's prettier than you." Su Moliang said the same thing.

Nan Jinghuan was about to be forced to run wild when he saw Su Moliang's stubbornness.

Everyone had never seen the handsome and elegant prince make such a big fire. It seemed that Su Mo was really angry.

When Su Yixue saw this, her face darkened, and she began to feel uneasy.

In the past, Su Moliang would never affect Nan Jinghuan's mood, but now she has aroused Nan Jinghuan's anger. It is conceivable that her influence is getting bigger and bigger.

"Su Moliang, you have to be clear that only this king can give you a prosperous life. If you follow a lame man, you will only endure hardship." Nan Jinghuan had to admit that his appearance was indeed not as good as that of the Ninth Prince, but he was capable of giving A woman's happiness, no matter what, is as proud as him, and cannot be compared by a lame man.

Hearing this, Su Moliang's indifferent face jumped up with a sneer: "His Royal Highness, no matter how rich you are, wouldn't you still give a space ring, but the ninth prince gave you the Holy Spirit that you can't buy with much money? fruit."

Hearing this, many people laughed.

Su Moliang was right, no matter what, the prince was really beaten by a lame man this time.

Nan Jinghuan listened to the mocking voices around him, facing the sarcastic eyes from all directions, the blue veins on his forehead swelled with the snoring of rough air, obviously furious to the extreme.

"Okay, Huan'er, sit down for me, don't be ashamed." The emperor, seeing everyone watching the royal family's jokes, also smothered his fire and scolded.

Afterwards, the emperor looked at Su Moliang with a serious expression: "Girl Moliang, the marriage between you and the Ninth Prince will be temporarily settled. The specific date must be discussed with the Queen Mother."

When Su Moliang heard the words, he politely saluted and thanked him, which was a promise.

Seeing this, Su Yihui became restless.

Su Moliang's marriage has been resolved, then Su Yixue's marriage must be started quickly.

"Your Majesty, Mo Liang's marriage has now been decided, but Su Yixue, the concubine of the last general, is not yet married, and Xue'er is in love with His Royal Highness, I don't know—" Su Yihui bent down and clasped his fists, waiting for the emperor's words. respond.

The emperor had heard Su Yihui mention this before, but Su Moliang was not married at that time, so he pretended not to hear it.

In this situation, he can't pretend to be deaf.

"Well, since the two are in love with each other, then I will give Su Yixue to the prince as a concubine, and the day will be decided by the queen mother and her old man."

Before Su Yihui was happy, he was choked by the emperor's words.

Let Su Yixue be your concubine!

How does this work!

Su Yixue was like a blow to the head, full of anticipation, as if someone had poured cold water on her body, and it was clear to her heart.

The emperor even made her a concubine, and her target was the Crown Princess!

Nan Jinghuan's face was startled, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Imperial Father, my son wants to marry Xue'er as his wife, and I still hope for his approval."

"Presumptuous! Su Yixue is just a concubine, how can she be the head of the family? Why is your crown princess also a lady of the family, born as a direct daughter, you know, she will want her mother to honor the world in the future!" The emperor's words couldn't be more clear. , No matter how beautiful Su Yixue is, how good her talent is, how good her strength is, her humble identity will always be criticized by others.

Su Yixue was subjected to this outspoken humiliation, her fingernails digging into her flesh, leaving bloodstains.

No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't compare to a waste!

She is not satisfied, she is not reconciled!

"However, the father and the prince have already promised Xue Er, and the crown prince must be her!" Nan Jinghuan was embarrassed.

"Okay, the matter is settled, the peach blossom banquet will end here." The emperor didn't allow him to say more, and waved his hand directly to signal everyone to leave.

When everyone saw the emperor and the empress dowager leaving the table, they all got up and knelt down, and then left the hall one after another.

At this time, Su Yihui and Su Yixue were full of fire, and in the face of this situation, they naturally did not want to make jokes, and left the palace like bereaved dogs.

This time out of the palace, Su Yixue, who was full of fire, couldn't help it. She raised her slap and threw it at Su Moliang: "Su Moliang, you bitch!"

How could Su Moliang still allow her to be bullied now? She grabbed her wrist and let go, and a loud slap landed on Su Yixue's pretty face.

Su Yixue covered her face with an unbelievable expression. She never thought that Su Moliang would dare to hit her.

"Presumptuous! Su Moliang, you beat up this king's beloved concubine, why should you be blamed!"

A loud roar came from behind.

I saw Nan Jinghuan's face full of anger, striding forward, staring at Su Moliang with a gloomy look in his eyes.

When Su Yixue saw Nan Jinghuan coming, she immediately pouted in grievance, ran to his side, and deliberately showed him the red and swollen left face.

Seeing the woman he loves being beaten, Nan Jinghuan was furious and shouted: "Come here, arrest Su Moliang for this king, this time this king will arrest you in person in front of your father and convict him! "

The guard at the gate of the palace listened to the order, and was about to start, who knew that a cold voice suddenly rose, like a grain of sand falling into an ice spring, the voice was low, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Who dares to touch this king's nine princesses!"

(End of this chapter)