Nan Qingjue's fair and beautiful skin had a faint luster flowing. The ice-blue eyes looking at Su Moliang seemed to be embedded with thousands of glasses, blooming with indescribable beauty, which made Su Moliang unable to take his eyes away.

Although his face that was blurred by gender was really fascinating, Su Moliang's rationality was still there. When he heard that he also brought a betrothal gift, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, wondering what he was going to do.

Seeing Su Moliang expecting, Nan Qing's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of undetectable smile, and raised his right hand and waved outside.

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

Seeing this, everyone was a little unbelievable.

As we all know, the Ninth Prince is not favored and is the poorest and most useless prince. How could he give out so many betrothal gifts at this time?

Just when everyone was confused, the servants also satisfied everyone's curiosity and opened the boxes one after another.

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

Seeing this scene, even Su Moliang was so shocked that he covered his mouth.

My god, if she read it correctly, these are all rare and rare medicinal materials!

Not to mention that alchemists at the peak of alchemists are flocking to them, even alchemists above the alchemist will go crazy about it.

Because these medicinal materials have a minimum growth period of decades, not to mention that there are also centuries-old medicinal materials.

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

They are medicinal materials that many alchemists cannot find in their entire lives, and they are treasures that many strong people pursue in their entire lives. However, they appear here!!!

Su Moliang felt like he was hit by a thunderbolt, his whole body was numb, his eyes seemed to have rusted, and he could no longer turn.

Wu Zhenxing was so excited that he threw himself into front of the box, kneeling on the ground, reaching out to hold up the medicinal materials in the box, his eyes staring like copper bells, and his muscles trembled: "Blue Primrose! Like flower fruit! Red blood grass! Xu Linghua! And Qingming wood! My God, am I dreaming!"

Wu Zhenxing reported several names of medicinal herbs in a row, each of which was shocking.

His eyes were red with excitement. After being shocked, he even burst into tears with tears, like an old crazy man with disorganized laughter.

"I have never seen so many rare medicinal materials in my life. Ninth Prince, please, let me touch it, let me feel addicted to it." Wu Zhenxing was afraid that the Ninth Prince asked someone to carry it away, so he crawled on the box and put all the medicinal materials into his arms, like a child who was afraid of being stolen from his beloved toys.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked and at a loss.

The awe-inspiring mentor Wu actually lay on the box indecently, muttering in his mouth. It was too subversive and unacceptable.

Is this the serious, steady, and serious mentor Wu?

Everyone rubbed their eyes incredibly, and the shock in their hearts was unspeakable.

Nan Jinghuan was completely shocked, as if he had lost his voice, as if he was numb, and he could not speak or had no strength to speak.

He just stared blankly at the box full of medicinal materials, staring blankly at the crazy and excited Wu Zhenxing.

He was not ignorant, and he also heard about the medicinal materials that Wu Zhenxing mentioned. He knew even more that those rare medicinal materials that many strong people could not see in their entire lives. However, seeing them here would not shock him.

Nan Qingjue took out the Holy Spirit Fruit and said it was a coincidence and could be justified, but now he has taken out so many medicinal materials, so it is not as simple as a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Nan Jinghuan had a gloomy face and turned his eyes to Nan Qingjue. There was surprise, suspicion, and more fear in his pupils.

Nan Qingjue also met his gaze, with his thin lips raised lightly, his beautiful face leaped onto a bright smile like spring, and he calmly accepted his scrutiny, and his blue eyes seemed to be a little provocative.

Nan Jinghuan dares to steal the woman he rarely likes, but he doesn't know how to live or die.

After receiving the recruitment, Nan Jinghuan suddenly froze at such deep eyes and burst into cold sweat.

At this time, Su Yihui did not notice the confrontation between Nan Jinghuan and Nan Qingjue's sights. All his thoughts were on the medicinal materials. Seeing Mentor Wu occupying the box alone, he was so anxious that he hurried forward and pulled him away.

"You go away, this is our Moliang's betrothal gift, you are not allowed to make any idea."

Wu Zhenxing refused and refused to leave: "No, no, no, let me stay with them for a while!"

"Get away, this is the medicinal herb of our Su family, don't even think about it." Su Yihui pulled Wu Zhenxing away again, speaking with confidence.

Seeing this, Su Moliang's expression was stagnant and he frowned unhappily: "Father, this is my betrothal gift. When will it become the Su family?"

She never said she wanted to give these medicinal herbs to the Su family.

Upon hearing this, Su Yihui said with a smile: "Hehe, since it is a betrothal gift for you, then we naturally have one for our Su family. This is a natural thing."

Su Moliang doesn't understand why some people are so thick-skinned.

"You seem to be wrong. Since it is my betrothal gift, it is my thing and does not belong to any of you. So, it is you who should start!" Faced with such a person who opened a dyeing workshop with three points of color, Su Moliang directly scolded him.

When Su Yihui heard this, his old face, which was smiling, froze instantly, and the muscles on both sides suddenly hang down. However, when facing the Ninth Prince, he did not dare to have a casual attack. He could only endure his anger and turned to look at Nan Qingjue for help: "Ninth Prince, look, what is Su Moliang saying? The old minister is her father at least, what's wrong with getting some betrothal gifts?"

I thought Nan Qing was more sensible, but for his birthday today, he would not bother with him.

Unexpectedly, he was even more amazing.

"These are given to Su Moliang by this king. Does it have anything to do with you?" The cold voice was unfeeling and indifferent.

Su Yihui's anticipation suddenly fell to the bottom, and his barely ripped smile could not be maintained.

In front of so many people, the Ninth Prince really didn't give him any face.

"Nine Prince, even though that is the case, can't we share a little bit of the birthday ceremony for the old minister?" Su Yihui's face was so thick that it was impeccable.

However, everyone can understand that if someone else had such a precious and rare medicinal material, they would never give up easily. So what if they didn’t have this old face.

However, Nan Qingjue's poisonous tongue was obviously beyond Su Yihui's expectations.

"Birthday gift? I didn't plan to give you a birthday gift. Today I'm just here to visit Mo Liang. Will you think too much about General Su?"

Hearing this, everyone was embarrassed by the mystery, and their mouths twitched and looked at Su Yihui with a dark face, feeling inexplicably distressed for him.

It is said that people who are not slapping smiles, but Nan Qingjue is an exception.

He was merciless when he made a move, and he was beaten to death.

Not only was the betrothal gift not as Su Yihui, but he was not prepared for the birthday gift. Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Nan Qingjue had a grudge against Su Yihui?

Everyone didn't know it, but Su Moliang knew it very well. I think Nan Qing must have heard of her being bullied in the Su Mansion. Today I came here just to vent my anger for her.

For some reason, although this man was cold and dangerous, he did something that he did was quite in line with her appetite.

Just when Su Moliang felt relieved, Madam An, who was beside her, suddenly came up and put it in her ear, whispering: "Miss, you're ready."
Chapter completed!