With these words, the faces of the Lin family darkened.

Lin Ran was even more furious, "I'm grass, crazy woman, you have a mouth full of feces, and your upbringing was eaten by dogs, who will bite whom?" Our Lin family is full of loyalty and martyrs, and we never disdain things that violate our conscience! You'd better be careful what you say! ”

"Yo, it's light to say, then these wines ......"

"This king sent it, Lao Tzu can't afford to drink it?" Gu Shu's dark eyes stared straight at Zhou Qiuling, "Why are you not convinced?" If you don't accept it, you can't get along with this king if you marry you!? ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's hearts were shocked.

With King Ning's words, I'm afraid Miss Zhou won't be able to get married in this life!

Those who have a heart have long been thinking about keeping their parents away from the Zhou family.

Zhou Qiuling was furious, "You send? Oh, joke, when Lin Mansion bought this longevity wine, it was known all over the city, and you didn't know which country you were in at that time! ”

"Heh," I don't know if it's because the boy was drunk, and the words that came out of the bewitching red lips were particularly evil, "Stupid, stupid." ”

Zhou Qiuling met his dark eyes, panicked in his heart, and still said stiffly, "Who wouldn't be honest, you said that you sent it, so you can show the evidence?" ”

As he spoke, the little guy outside rushed in in a hurry, "Young, young master, outside, someone from the Qilin Auction House is here......"

Before everyone could react, a delicate woman outside led a large group of people to break in, "Excuse me, who is the eldest prince of the Lin Mansion?" ”

After Mo Sleeve saw the person who came, he silently glanced at Gu Shu, who was watching a good show with his forehead.

Lin Run stepped forward suspiciously, "It's down there, girl, this is ......"

"The slave family has red sleeves, and I am specially ordered by His Royal Highness King Ning to bring a hundred jars of good wine to you to cheer up."

All:????

Red Sleeves pretended to salute Gu Shu, "Your Highness, these are all the inventory of our auction house, I don't know if you are still satisfied?" ”

It turned out to be really King Ning's handiwork!

Everyone was shocked by this earth-shattering melon.

"No, this is really someone from the auction house? Didn't you say that the people of the Qilin Auction House saw the head and the tail, why did they really come? Is it possible...... Fake? ”

"You're so crazy! This is Kirin Auction House! Who dares to pretend in our mainland? ”

"But these hundreds of altars ...... King Ning, this is too arrogant! ”

"This is not just something that can be done with money, the key is to be powerful!"

"Hehe, this Zhou Qiu Ling is over!"

"I heard that even the emperor and the queen mother are quite fond of the little prince, and the gifts of the saints flow into the Gu Mansion like water! Think about it, there is this eldest lady in the Zhou Mansion, it is really eight lifetimes of blood mold! ”

The chatter of everyone all reached Zhou Qiuling's ears, and her eyes were dark, and she almost fainted.

She looked at Chu Yunni as if asking for help, and the coldness in her body made it difficult for her to speak, but the latter did not have the familiarity she had before, and her eyes were extremely indifferent when she looked at her.

Zhou Qiuling was enlightened, and the string in her mind suddenly got it right, she gritted her teeth, "Chu Yunni, it's really a good way for you to use me as a chess piece!" My family is in the same breath as your father, our Zhou family is over, don't think about it better than your prime minister! ”

"Who is the prime minister and the same family?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out outside the crowd.

Everyone looked at the noble man who was wearing regular clothes and couldn't hide his dignity walking towards them.

Gu Shu also stared at it-

Until Qin Cang walked in front of him, Gu Shu was still looking, his eyes were a little confused, but he still tried to think - hey, this person is a little familiar, but who is it?