The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 73 Instructor Wu Gao

Nan Qingjue's skin as fair as beautiful porcelain had a faint lustre flowing, and those ice blue eyes looking at Su Moliang seemed to be inlaid with thousands of glass, blooming with indescribable beauty, which made Su Moliang unable to move his eyes. .

Although his gender-obscured face is really intriguing, Su Moliang's reason is still there. Hearing that he also brought a dowry, he can't help but widen his eyes, wondering what the hell he is going to do.

Seeing Su Moliang's expectation, Nan Qingjuemei's eyes flashed an imperceptible smile, she raised her right hand slightly, and gestured towards the outside.

At this time, everyone saw a group of young servants carrying several large boxes and walked in steadily.

Seeing this, some people couldn't believe it.

As we all know, the Ninth Prince is not favored, he is the poorest and most useless prince, how could he come up with so many betrothal gifts at this time.

Just when everyone was wondering, a few servants also satisfied everyone's curiosity and opened the box one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the densely packed medicinal materials suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Seeing this scene, even Su Moliang covered his mouth in shock.

My god, if she read it right, these are all rare and precious medicinal herbs!

Not to mention that the alchemists at the peak of the alchemy masters are flocking to it, even the alchemists above the king of alchemy will be crazy about it.

Because of these medicinal materials, the minimum growth period is several decades, not to mention there are hundred-year-old medicinal materials.

If you want to refine some precious and high-level medicinal herbs, they are essential.

How many alchemists have spent their entire lives unable to find medicinal materials, and how many strong people have spent their entire lives pursuing the treasures, but they appeared here! ! !

Su Moliang felt like he was hit by a thunderbolt, his whole body was numb, his eyes seemed to be rusted, and he couldn't move anymore.

On the other hand, Wu Zhenxing was so excited that he fell down in front of the box, knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands to pick up the medicinal materials in the box, his eyes were like copper bells, his muscles were shaking with excitement: "Blue Primrose! If the flower and fruit! The red blood grass! Void Spirit Flower! And Qingmingmu! My God, am I dreaming!"

Wu Zhenxing reported the names of several medicinal materials in a row, and each name was horrifying.

And he himself was so excited that his eyes were red, and after being shocked, accompanied by a series of wanton laughter, he even burst into tears, just like a mentally disturbed old maniac.

"I have never seen so many rare medicinal herbs in my life, Ninth Lord, please, just let me touch it. It's good to let me touch it and become addicted." Wu Zhenxing was afraid that the Nine Lords would ask people to carry it away, and the whole Everyone crawled on the box and gathered all the medicinal materials into their arms, like a child who was afraid of being robbed of his beloved toy.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned and at a loss.

The awe-inspiring Instructor Wu was lying on the box indecently, and he was still muttering in his mouth, which was too subversive and unacceptable.

Is this still the serious and unsmiling mentor Wu?

Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief, the shock in their hearts indescribable.

On the other hand, Nan Jinghuan was completely stunned, as if he had lost his voice, as if he was numb, unable to speak, nor had the strength to speak.

Just staring blankly at the box full of medicinal herbs, blankly looking at the crazy excited Wu Zhenxing.

He is not ignorant. He has also heard about the medicinal herbs in Wu Zhenxing's mouth. He is even more aware that they are all rare medicinal herbs that many strong people cannot see in their entire lives. However, seeing them here makes him not horrified. .

Nan Qingjue took out the Holy Spirit Fruit, saying it was just a coincidence, but now that he has come up with so many medicinal materials, it can't be as simple as a coincidence.

Thinking about it, Nan Jinghuan's face was gloomy, and he turned to look at Nan Qingjue. There were surprises, doubts, and more fear in his pupils.

Nan Qingjue also met his gaze, her thin lips raised lightly, her beautiful face leaped into a bright smile like Chunhua, and she accepted his scrutiny calmly, her blue eyes seemed to be a little provocative.

Nan Jinghuan dared to rob the woman he rarely liked, but he didn't know whether to live or die.

After being recruited, Nan Jinghuan was shocked by such deep eyes, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

At this time, Su Yihui didn't notice the gaze exchange between Nan Jinghuan and Nan Qingjue. All his thoughts were on the medicinal herbs. He watched Instructor Wu occupy the box by himself. He was so anxious that he stepped forward and pulled him away.

"Go away, this is our Mo Liang's dowry, you are not allowed to play it."

Wu Zhenxing was unwilling and insisted, "No no no, let me stay with them for a while!"

"Go away, this is the medicinal material of our Su family, don't even think about it." Su Yihui pulled Wu Zhenxing away again and said it confidently.

Seeing this, Su Moliang's surprised expression froze, and she frowned unhappily: "Father, this is my dowry gift, when did it become the Su family!"

She never said that she would give these medicinal materials to the Su family.

Hearing this, Su Yihui said with a smile: "Hehe, since it's a dowry gift for you, it's natural for our Su family to have a share. It's only right and proper."

Su Moliang couldn't understand why someone had such a thick skin.

"You seem to be mistaken. Since it's my dowry, it's mine, and it doesn't belong to any of you, so it's you who should open it!" Facing this kind of person who opens a dyeing workshop for three points of color, Su Moliang reprimanded directly.

Hearing this, Su Yihui's smiling old face froze instantly, and the muscles on both sides suddenly drooped, but facing the Ninth Prince, he didn't dare to attack casually. He could only endure his anger and turned his head to look at Nan Qingjue, asking for help. "Nine princes, look at what Su Moliang said, the old minister is her father anyway, what's the matter with the dowry?"

I thought that Nan Qingjue was more reasonable, and for the sake of his birthday today, he would not care about him.

Unexpectedly, he was even more desperate.

"These are what this king gave to Su Moliang, does it have anything to do with you?" The icy voice had no emotion, and it was chillingly indifferent.

Su Yihui's heart of anticipation suddenly fell to the bottom, and the smile he was barely pulling could not last.

In front of so many people, Jiuwangye really didn't give him any face at all.

"Ninth Prince, having said that, can't we share a birthday gift as an old minister?" Su Yihui's face was also impeccable.

However, everyone can understand that such precious and rare medicinal materials, if they are replaced by other people, they will never give up easily, even if they don't want this old face.

However, Nan Qingjue's vicious tongue was obviously unexpected by Su Yihui.

"A birthday gift? This king didn't intend to give you a birthday gift. I just came to visit Mo Liang today. Will you think too much about General Su?"

Hearing this, everyone fell into the embarrassment of a mystery. The corners of their mouths twitched and they looked at Su Yihui, who had a dark face, and felt inexplicably distressed for him.

It is said that reaching out and not hitting people with smiling faces, but Nan Qingjue is an exception.

He was merciless when he shot, and he simply beat people to death.

Not only did the betrothal gift not have Su Yihui's share, but even the birthday gift was not prepared for him. Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Nan Qing had a grudge against Su Yihui?

Everyone doesn't know, but Su Moliang knows it well. If she wants to come to Nanqing, she must have heard of the bullying in Su Mansion. She came here today to vent her anger.

I don't know why, although this man is cold and dangerous, what he does is still more to her taste.

Just when Su Moliang felt relieved, Auntie An suddenly came up next to her, put her ear to her ear, and whispered, "Miss, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Su Moliang smiled, nodded slightly, and reached out to straighten her hair very naturally, but at this moment she felt that something was missing, and sighed in surprise: "Hey, where is my golden hairpin?"

(End of this chapter)