The flower bulb is a little hot to hold.

The key is that she got the flower ball, and the queen and the concubine didn't pay much attention to her, didn't say anything, and each took the hand of the palace maid and left.

In the end, a eunuch came over and said, "Congratulations to the girl, go home, and wait for Your Majesty's decree to give you a marriage." Good days are near. ”

Jiang Ning didn't know how he got out of the palace.

After being pushed out of the Wangxian Gate, she remembered that she took out a piece of silver and handed it to Huang Ying, thanking her for taking care of her for the past two days.

Huang Ying was not hypocritical, and accepted it with a smile: "The girl is overjoyed, the girl will become a princess in the future, and the slave will still have the opportunity to serve the girl." ”

Jiang Ning smiled: "Thank you for taking care of you." ”

At this time, several unsuccessful show girls passed by and looked at her, their expressions were a little complicated.

There is envy, jealousy, and more unwillingness.

They are all high-ranking ladies selected by thousands of people, and their appearance, family background and talents are all first-class. No matter who you choose, it turned out that the little lame girl of the Jiang family was chosen.

Doesn't this mean that they are not even as crippled?

It's too disturbing.

They didn't want to deal with Jiang Ning, so they each got into the carriage and went home.

Jiang Ning looked left and right, looking for the Jiang family's carriage.

Then he found Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan standing next to their carriages.

Jiang Yan saw her, hurriedly came over to help her push the wheelchair, and asked curiously: "Has the seventh sister seen the face of the queen mother and the concubine?" In the end, whose girl was chosen? Could it be the Seventh Sister? ”

She was screened out for the first round of physical examination, but she didn't care.

With her qualifications, it's just a matter of making up the numbers.

Jiang Ning was still holding the rose jade flower ball in both hands, and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Yuan snorting: "You are still dreaming, no matter who chooses her, it will not be her turn." ”

At this time, a gorgeous undrafted girl walked over, followed by several noble girls, and it seemed that her status was not low.

Jiang Yuan recognized her as the county lord of the Hou Mansion, and her identity was indeed quite valuable.

But everyone is a girl from a noble family, even if it is against the princess, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The county lord stared at Jiang Ning with a look of anger: "You dead lame, you dare to rob my things!" ”

"Ling An, what did you say?" Jiang Yuan frowned and asked.

"I said that the girls of your Jiang family are shameless, and the two concubines also have faces to be selected. Especially this cripple, even more shameless. With a face, confuse men! ”

Jiang Yuan lowered her face coldly: "Who do you say is shameless?" ”

"I'm talking about you, I'm talking about your Jiang family!"

"Say it again!"

"I'll just say you're ......"

Whoosh –

Jiang Yuan pounced, knocked down the county lord of Ling'an, rode on her, and aimed at her nose is a fist, "If you scold again, I will knock your teeth into your stomach!" ”

Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Yan stomped her feet anxiously: "Fifth sister, don't ...... like this"

The county lord of Ling'an covered his nose and shouted, "You are all dead, and you can't come to help!" ”

A few noble ladies who followed her woke up like a dream and rushed up.

A few went to pull Jiang Yuan's hair, one to pull her arm, and one to pull her foot.

Ling An got the opportunity and reached out to grab her face.

"You guys, don't bully people together!" Jiang Yan was anxious and pounced.

Four or five noble girls, besieging Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan.

Jiang Ning sat in a wheelchair, silently took a few steps back, swept the rose ball in his hand, squinted his right eye slightly, aimed at the face of the county lord of Ling'an, and gently and skillfully threw it over.

Syllable!

The flower ball accurately hit the head of the county lord of Ling'an.