As soon as these words came out, the Su family and Nan Jinghuan looked behind them.

I saw that Nan Qingjue, who was slowly coming by a carriage, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, wearing a white robe in the dark night, like a snow elf in the dark night, with ice-blue eyes even more glittering.

The dark blue cold light is so beautiful and extremely charming.

When Nan Jinghuan saw Nan Qingjue coming, his expression sank a little, and he closed his eyebrows and asked: "Brother Ninth, what do you mean?"

Nan Qing raised his beautiful eyes slightly, and his faint blue cold light swept over Nan Jinghuan: "It's just a concubine who insulted the Ninth Princess, but it's a death sentence."

Su Yixue is not a member of the royal family, and is not even among the four major families. She is just a humble concubine.

Even if she married into the prince's mansion, she was just a concubine. No matter how she counted, she was not as noble as the ninth princess.

Although Nan Qingjue was an unpopular prince, crushing a concubine was easier than crushing an ant.

Nan Qingjue's words suddenly made Su Yi look pale. She looked at her unparalleled face and felt chill in her heart.

He is just a cripple, and I don’t know where he got such a terrible momentum?

"Nan Qingjue, you are arrogant!!!"

It was just an unpopular prince who insulted his concubine, and Nan Jinghuan was furious at the moment.

A sneer suddenly appeared on Nan Qingjue's cold face, his lazy eyelids slightly raised, and he looked at him with little care: "The prince doesn't believe it, you can try to catch Su Moliang in front of his father--"

When Nan Jinghuan heard this, his expression was shocked. He was obviously furious, but he was helpless.

He held it in for a long time before he endured his surging anger, so he turned his head and stared at Su Moliang, warning sinisterly: "Hmph, Su Moliang, you will regret what happened today!"

After saying that, he snorted heavily, shook his sleeves and left, leaving only an angry back-

As soon as Nan Jinghuan left, the stiff atmosphere eased for a moment.

Su Yihui breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Ninth Prince who was left in the same place. He was a little surprised and he couldn't help but bow.

Nan Qingjue seemed not to take Su Yihui seriously, but just turned his head slightly and glanced at him coldly. His cold tone and no temperature made Su Moliang feel warm in his heart.

"I hope to see a princess intact on the wedding day."

After saying that, Nan Qingjue didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand gently, and quickly headed forward.

Su Yihui was so nervous when he saw it. He was obviously not afraid of Nan Qingjue's strength and identity, but for some reason, he broke out in a cold sweat of fear.

At this time, Su Yixue saw that the prince and the ninth prince had left, but had not yet punished Su Moliang well, and he was so angry that he stamped his feet.

"Father!" Su Yixue shouted in dissatisfaction, hoping that her father could still uphold justice for her.

Seeing that Su Yixue was still making the child's temper, Su Yihui frowned and scolded: "Okay, that's the end of this matter. This is outside the palace, so don't let outsiders gossip."

Just now, even the prince didn't do anything about Su Moliang, you can see that Su Moliang's identity is difficult to deal with.

When Su Yixue heard his father say this, she was so angry that she almost bit her silver teeth. At this time, she didn't dare to act against her on the surface, but she had another idea in her heart.

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After the peach blossom banquet, two more days passed in a hurry. On this day, it was just dawn and there was still a little foggy, and an imperial edict came to the palace.

Because Su Moliang was about to marry into the Nine Prince's Mansion, the emperor specially asked her to go to Nanxing Academy to learn some etiquette and knowledge, which would improve her strength.

Su Moliang was not disgusted with this arrangement.

It is said that there is an alchemy room in the college, which contains a lot of medicinal materials, which can be used for her to refine alchemy.

In this world, medicinal materials are expensive, so they can save her a lot of money now.

Thinking of this floor, Su Moliang admired and accepted the imperial edict and reported to the college early.

"Look, it's that trash!"

"Hahaha, Su Moliang actually came to the academy, was it because of insulting him?"

"Yes, how should she deal with herself later in the spiritual power test? Just thinking about it makes me feel funny!"

The entire academy was very lively because of Su Moliang's arrival.

Since every new student who enters the school must register on a routine basis, the tutor will personally check the level of spiritual power and conduct class-based teaching.

Therefore, as soon as Su Moliang entered the academy, he faced a spiritual power level test.

The students in the academy seemed to be watching the show, all rushed to the square, wanting to see Su Moliang's jokes.

"Next!"

The tutor who reported to him everywhere, after writing the test results of the previous student, continued to call without raising his head.

At this time, all the students in the same batch had finished the test, and Su Moliang was left.

Upon hearing this, Su Moliang calmly stepped forward with everyone's sarcastic gaze and walked to the front of the spiritual power ball.

In the academy, the tools for testing spiritual power levels have always been spiritual power balls. The test results of spiritual power balls are the most standard and authoritative, and there has never been any errors.

"Teacher, can you start?" Su Moliang asked.

When the instructor heard this, he looked up at her.

But after recognizing her identity, the instructor frowned and his eyes flashed with disdain, "You don't need to test, junior class!"

As he said that, he waved his hand impatiently.

It's just a waste of time to ask for a waste test.

Su Moliang was naturally happy to see this. It would be better if he didn't have to expose his strength.

As for which class, she doesn't care. As long as she can enter the alchemy room and get the medicinal materials, she will do it.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang nodded slightly and walked towards the academy.

However, Su Yixue, who was watching on the side, interrupted and retorted: "Teacher, although my sister is a waste, she doesn't even have a trace of spiritual power. It's probably inappropriate for you to divide the class privately like this."

Su Yixue is a senior student with outstanding strength and talent, and is also worthy of speaking in the academy.

Her words seemed to be talking to Su Moliang, but in fact, she wanted to see Su Moliang make a fool of herself in public, just like everyone else.

When the instructor heard this, he looked at Su Moliang with displeasure and said in a deep voice: "Concentrate on your hands and put your hands on the spiritual power ball. If you really can't condense your spiritual power, don't show off!"

The mentor's move was obviously a formality.

Because everyone knows how could Su Moliang, a waste, condense his spiritual power?

Seeing this, everyone onlookers smiled without hesitation, as if they had expected Su Moliang's result.

Su Moliang didn't care either. He looked at Su Yixue coldly and raised his hand and placed it on the spiritual power ball.

At this time, the spiritual power ball seemed to encounter a collision of electricity, and within a moment, a powerful white light flashed suddenly.

Before everyone could see clearly, they heard a crisp bang, and the spiritual ball was broken in an instant, and the liquid inside burst out, and the glass slag broke all over the floor.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and even the instructor who had been performing spiritual power tests on students all year round was shocked.

What happened just now?

The most powerful thing in the school is the spiritual power ball. After so many years, the spiritual power of so many students has been tested, but it has not been damaged.
Chapter completed!