The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 72 Don't marry a local tyrant, she is a local tyrant

As soon as the words fell, I saw two servants at the door walking slowly with a shoulder yoke.

On the shoulders is an ice blue brocade robe embroidered with white patterned bamboo leaves, which is quiet and elegant, and complements the pair of ice blue eyes glowing with cold light.

His hair was dark and lazily scattered, which set off his neck with a pearly white sheen under his bun, like a snow lotus walking freely on the top of a snowy mountain, which made people breathe.

Su Moliang looked a little crazy, and unconsciously met Nan Qingjue's cold and cold gaze, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

Why is this man here?

Don't tell her that he is also here to attend Su Yihui's birthday banquet!

Nan Qingjue seemed to have guessed Su Moliang's doubts, and the corners of his cold lips suddenly raised, creating a tempting arc, and his low voice was like running water hitting a stone, "General Su's birthday banquet, do you know if this king is late?"

When Su Yihui heard the words, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what Nan Qingjue was doing, so he hurriedly waved his hand: "Haha, no, no, the ninth prince is here, and the old minister is late to welcome him. I hope you forgive me."

When Nan Jinghuan saw this, the nameless fire in his heart suddenly swelled up, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he said with a frown, "Ninth brother's legs and feet are inconvenient, so it's better to rest at home."

Nan Jinghuan's words clearly despised Nan Qingjue's disability, and he couldn't see the latter's move to join in the fun.

"Prince, you are so blatantly robbing my princess, how can I stay at home? If I am one step behind, Su Moliang will be brought into the Prince's Mansion by you!" Nan Qingjue's words were also sharp and frightening.

In front of everyone, completely disregarding the face of the prince, and speaking so ugly, only Nan Qing has the courage.

"You—" Nan Jinghuan blushed in anger.

"Hmph, Nan Qingjue, you said that if I robbed your princess, you were the only lame person. Do I need to rob? Besides, I can give so many dowry gifts, can you give them?" Nan Jinghuan felt greatly affected The insult that he was robbing a woman from a lame man, what a joke!

However, just as Nan Jinghuan finished speaking, an angry sarcasm suddenly came from the door of Su Mansion.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness, what you said is wrong, my apprentice is a vulgar woman who was bought with money, so what if you have money, we are not uncommon, my apprentice has money, and if anyone makes a pill, it is better than your prince. I'm rich, so I don't look down on your bullshit dowry."

Everyone saw that Instructor Wu and the Dean both walked into the gate of Su Mansion and walked towards Su Moliang.

It was Su Moliang's master Wu Zhenxing who spoke.

Wu Zhenxing can see that no one can bully his precious apprentice, even if the other party is the prince, he will inevitably defend it.

Everyone present was surprised by the arrival of the dean and mentor of Nanxing College.

The status of Nanxing Academy is no lower than that of the four major families. Even the patriarchs of the four major families have to be polite when they meet the mentors of the academy, not to mention Su Yihui's birthday banquet, not only the mentor, but also the dean.

This scene is really scary.

Just after sighing here, some people also agreed with Wu Zhenxing's words and nodded slowly.

Su Moliang is already the pinnacle of the alchemist, and the price of any medicinal pill can scare people to death, so why should he care about the gold and silver jewelry of Nan Jinghuan?

Nan Jinghuan's move was indeed a bit of a slap in the face.

Su Moliang didn't expect that even the Dean and Instructor Wu would come to join in the fun. She didn't believe that they came because of Su Yihui, and she didn't need to think about it.

In addition, Su Moliang felt a little warm when he heard Instructor Wu defending himself like this, and some depressed mood was also swept away.

"Dean, Instructor Wu, why are you here?" Su Moliang finally stood up and greeted her kindly.

Instructor Wu patted her on the shoulder lovingly, but his tone was not good: "Well, of course you have to come, or you will be bullied, I don't know yet."

The dean also smiled and nodded: "Girl Mo Liang, wouldn't you not welcome us?"

Su Moliang laughed: "How come, there are so many people present, you are my most welcome guests."

Hearing this, Dean and Instructor Wu laughed happily.

However, because of those words, Nan Jinghuan's already angry expression turned scary, "Su Moliang, what you mean is that I am not welcome!"

"I didn't say that!" Su Moliang was innocent.

"But that's what you think!" Nan Jinghuan was very angry.

Su Moliang sneered: "You are not me, how do you know what I think?"

"You—you treat me like this, you will regret it!" Nan Jinghuan gritted his teeth.

Even if Su Moliang looked down on his betrothal gift, he still pushed him openly and secretly. Thinking of his dignified prince, he had never been so angry.

Instructor Wu really couldn't stand the prince's arrogant style, and couldn't help but sarcastically: "Hmph, it's you, the prince who should regret it. Because I have already planned to give her all my belongings as a dowry. So, who married her? My apprentice is really rich! Ninth Prince, you are making money, remember to cherish girl Mo Liang!"

Instructor Wu was finished with Nan Jinghuan's anger, and then turned his head and winked triumphantly at Nan Qingjue.

Su Moliang listened to these words, looked at Instructor Wu's somewhat childish behavior, and then looked at Nan Jinghuan's angry expression, Su Moliang laughed unkindly.

This Instructor Wu usually looks indifferent and serious, but when he speaks, he actually has a kung fu that makes people angry.

Looking at Nan Jinghuan's blue and black face, Su Moliang felt extremely relieved.

However, Su Moliang was a little flattered that Wu Zhenxing planned to use all his belongings as her dowry.

Wu Zhenxing was in the academy, but he was notoriously stingy. No matter who he was, he couldn't take advantage of him. He didn't expect to be so good to her.

Everyone was a little envious of Su Yixue's love from Nan Jinghuan, gold and silver jewelry, and silk and satin cloth. Now, hearing Wu Zhenxing say this, Su Yixue seems to be inferior to Su Moliang's finger. .

The peak of the alchemist, plus all the belongings of the teacher Wu, tsk tsk tsk, even if the nine princes can't get a penny, this property is arrogant.

When Nan Jinghuan saw this, he found that he had no capital to be proud of, and said angrily: "Humph, Su Moliang, Nan Qingjue has no betrothal gifts, so you are using money to support a man, so you're putting it down on Nan Qingjue? "

In this world, a woman uses money to subsidize a man. This is something that can be done with a low price. Nan Jinghuan's words are a bit vicious.

At this time, Nan Qingjue, who had been silent for a long time, raised his phoenix eyes lightly, his icy cold stinging eyes swept over Nan Jinghuan, and finally said, "Who said I didn't have a dowry?"

As soon as these words came out, the noisy surroundings suddenly quieted down, and everyone held their breath and looked at Nan Qingjue.

Nan Jinghuan was also shocked by these words, and his expression became even more embarrassed. Could it be that this lame man really brought a dowry gift?

Just when everyone was curious and doubtful, Nan Qingjue's icy blue eyes stared at Su Moliang with a somewhat uncertain tone: "This king has also prepared a dowry, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to get into Liang'er's eyes."

(End of this chapter)