As soon as he finished speaking, two servants at the door walked slowly with a carriage on their shoulders.

Along the carriage, an ice-blue brocade robe with white-patterned bamboo leaves embroidered on it, which was quiet and elegant, and reflected the cold-glowed ice-blue eyes. In the darkness, it cleverly set off the man's unparalleled temperament.

His hair was black and lazy, setting off his pearly white neck under his bun, like a snow lotus walking freely on the top of a snow mountain. The beauty made people breathe tightly.

Su Moliang was a little confused when he saw it, and unconsciously bumped into Nan Qingjue's gaze, and his heart was shocked.

Why did this man come?

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

Nan Qingjue seemed to have guessed Su Moliang's doubts, and his cold and hard lips suddenly raised, tempting arcs, and a low voice like running water hitting a stone. "I wonder if I am late for General Su's birthday party?"

When Su Yihui heard this, he was slightly stunned. He didn't understand what Nan Qingjue was doing, so he could only wave his hand quickly: "Haha, no, the ninth prince is here, the old minister is late to welcome him, I hope to forgive him."

When Nan Jinghuan saw this, the nameless fire in his heart suddenly burst out. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and said with his eyebrows: "My ninth brother's legs are inconvenient, so it's better to stay at home."

Nan Jinghuan's words were obviously despised by Nan Qingjue, and he couldn't stand the latter's actions of joining in the fun.

"Crown Prince, how could I stay at home if you rob me of my princess so blatantly? If I were one step later, wouldn't Su Moliang be included in the prince's mansion by you?" Nan Qingjue's words were also so sharp that it was terrifying.

In front of everyone, he completely ignored the face of the prince and said so badly that only Nan Qing had the courage to say this.

"You" Nan Jinghuan was so angry that his face turned red.

"Hmph, Nan Qingjue, you said I robbed your princess, you are the only cripple. Do I need to rob it? Besides, can I give so many betrothal gifts, can you give it?" Nan Jinghuan felt greatly insulted and said that he was robbing a woman with a cripple, what a joke!

However, as soon as Nan Jinghuan finished speaking, an angry sarcasm suddenly came from the gate of the Su Mansion, with a loud and harsh voice, which clearly did not give the prince a good face.

"Haha, Your Highness, your words are wrong. My disciple is not a vulgar woman who can be bought with money. So what if you have money? We don't care. My disciple has money. If someone just refines a pill, he will be richer than your prince, so he doesn't like your bullshit betrothal gift."

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

The one who spoke was Su Moliang’s master Wu Zhenxing.

Wu Zhenxing could not see anyone bullying his precious apprentice. Even if the other party was the prince, he would inevitably speak out for his words.

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

The status of Nanxing Academy is no lower than that of the four major families. Even the heads of the four major families must be polite when they meet the tutors of the college. What's more, Su Yihui's birthday party not only has the tutors but also the dean.

This show is indeed a bit terrifying.

After just sighing, some people agreed with Wu Zhenxing's words and nodded slowly.

Su Moliang is already at the peak of the alchemist. The price of any pill can be scary. Why bother with Nan Jinghuan's gold and silver jewelry?

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

Su Moliang didn't expect that even the dean and supervisor Wu would come to join in the fun. She didn't believe that they came because of Su Yihui. Needless to think about it, it was because of her relationship.

In addition, when Su Moliang heard that Teacher Wu was protecting himself without any hesitation, his heart was slightly warm and his depressed mood was wiped out.

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

Teacher Wu patted her shoulder with love, but his tone was not good: "Hmph, of course I have to do it, otherwise I don't know if you are bullied."

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

Su Moliang laughed: "How could it be that there are so many people present, you are my most welcome guests."

Hearing this, the dean and mentor Wu smiled happily.

However, because of this, Nan Jinghuan's angry expression was already scary, "Su Moliang, what you mean is that you don't welcome me!"

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

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

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

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

It would be fine if Su Moliang looked down on his betrothal gift, but he still excluded him openly and secretly. He thought of his dignified prince, but he had never been so angry.

Teacher Wu really couldn't stand the prince's arrogant style, and couldn't help but sarcastic: "Hmph, you should regret it, Prince. Because I have already planned to give all my family to her as a dowry. So, whoever marrys my apprentice is really rich! Ninth Prince, you are making a fortune, remember to cherish Moliang girl!"

After the incest of Nan Jinghuan, the instructor Wu turned his head and blinked proudly at Nan Qing.

When Su Moliang listened to this, he looked at the childish behavior of Mentor Wu, and then looked at Nan Jinghuan's expression of seven orifices, Su Moliang laughed out loud indifferently.

Teacher Wu usually looks cold and serious, and he can even be so angry when he speaks.

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

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

Wu Zhenxing is famously stingy in the academy. No one can get his benefits. Unexpectedly, he is so good to her that he has nothing to say.

Everyone was a little envious of Su Yixue's love for Nan Jinghuan, both gold, silver and jewelry, and silk and cloth. Now, after Wu Zhenxing said this, Su Yixue seems to be unable to match Su Moliang's finger.

At the peak of the alchemist, plus all the assets of Teacher Wu, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

When Nan Jinghuan saw this, she found that she had no capital for pride and said in a fury: "Hmph, Su Moliang, Nan Qingjue has no betrothal gifts, so you want to use money to support a man, are you paying Nan Qingjue?"

In this world, a woman pays money to pay a man is something that only a despicable thing can be done. 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, and his cold cold gaze swept across Nan Jinghuan, and finally spoke: "Who said I don't have a betrothal gift?"

As soon as these words came out, the noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Nan Qingjue with breathing and concentration.

Nan Jinghuan was also shocked by these words and his expression froze, and his face became even more embarrassing. Could it be that this lame man really brought a betrothal gift?
Chapter completed!