My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

Su Ling became more angry as he thought about it.

Especially when she thought that the Nanjiang princess, who had come to Beianguo secretly, not only did not return to the southern kingdom after leaving the forest of no return, but also wanted to follow the messenger to Kyoto to give her instructions, Su Ling was even more depressed.

She didn't dare to get angry at Su Cheng, so she could only cast all her anger on Jiang Wuya, who was disguised as a small servant.

"What are you still doing? Don't you go away?!"

The purple light flashed in Jiang Wuya's faint pupils, and he reverently clicked, "Yes." He turned back.

On that ordinary face, a dangerous smile bloomed from the corner of his lips, like a demon peeping at its prey in the abyss.

"You!" Seeing Su Ling's death again, Su Cheng was almost furious, he shook off Su Ling and took his hand, strode forward.

Even if the ignorant is not guilty, but the moody temperament of the Third Highness will sprinkle the anger on Su Family one day.

He had to think about it, how could he let His Highness calm down.

Su Ling was stunned and bit his lip unwillingly. After thinking about it, he finally greeted him.

She also wanted to ask Grandpa, when will the extremely beautiful South Jiang Guosan come to Su's house again.

That day, His Highness praised her for being interesting. Didn’t Grandpa say that His Highness seldom praised her. She was someone who treated her with special respect. Is she expected to become the Third Prince and Concubine of the Southern Kingdom?

Why is there no news at all after so long?

Su Ling anxiously followed in Su Cheng's footsteps.

She originally liked Baili Qingxue, but after seeing His Highness Three, she realized that the extreme beauty of beauty made her like Baili Qingxue more arrogant and cold.

Moreover, Baili Qingxue's heart had never fallen on her, and compared to this unattainable flower of Gaoling, it was more likely that the Three Highnesses who looked at her differently.

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There are many passages into the auction house. I don’t know if the previous conflict with the Lin family was seen by the people at the auction. They deliberately separated Yun Qingyan from the Lin family, and Yun Qingyan followed the young man. In the box, I never met the Lin family again.

The boxes of auction houses in the world are divided into three classes, the first class is the highest, and the third class is the lowest. The rest of the people can only bid on ordinary seats.

The presence and level of the box also correspond to the identity of the bidder. The box with the highest grade, the more area, the more luxurious the decoration.

This is not only a symbol of wealth and status, but also a symbol of fame!

"My lord, this is your box." The little servant who led the way accepted the invitation letter that Yun Qingyan took out and opened the door respectfully.

"My lord." The door opened, and two sweet and crisp female voices came into the ears.

On both sides of the door, two maids in slim robes served on both sides, with oval faces and willow eyebrows. They were not very stunning, but they were very attractive.

What surprised Yun Qingyan the most was that these two maids had faintly fluctuating elements on their bodies, and they seemed to be the ninth-order elementary.

There are fewer Yuan scholars and fewer female Yuan scholars. This is the first time Yun Qingyan has seen such a big-handed person who uses a 9th-order Yuan scholar as a maid.

Tier 9 is not high, but trying to find two young and beautiful ninth maids is not a trivial trick.

After all, the children of many families in Bei Anguo are just junior Di Yuan masters at this age.

Auctions in the world are indeed well-deserved.

Yun Qingyan sighed in his heart.

The little servant smiled awkwardly, considering that these people who can represent the family at the auction are all men, so the box is prepared with gentle and gentle maids.

He glanced over Yun Qingyan, then glanced at Yun Tian, ​​who was over half a hundred years old, and Guang Han with a cold, arrogant and lonely face, and said in his heart, this time, the beauty is afraid of nothing.