So...... The disappointment turned to another, stronger emotion, and their eyes burned as they looked at the five invitations.

Take a picture of the invitation to participate in the Donglin Competition, maybe I will win!

As long as this idea is in my head, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance of winning, but how can you know that it is impossible without trying, maybe you will go shit luck!

Then the first step, participating in the Donglin Competition, has become the primary goal of these people!

"There is no starting price, everyone can do whatever they want." Yu Yiwei's next words made everyone at the scene stunned, and even their breathing was questionable.

Although this invitation seems to be worthless, you must know that behind this is a peerless secret like "The World Returns to the Yuan".

In other words, even if there is no secret book that everyone in the world covets, it is a great honor to participate in such a grand event, which is enough to go out and blow the cow for a while.

After all, who is qualified to receive the invitation post of Donglin is not a rich party, or a famous person, just imagine, suddenly one day, you are standing on the equal position of this group of people, so how much you are worthy.

"The lord has something to say, Donglin chases the deer and rejoices with everyone, and invites guests from all over the world!" Yu shook his sleeves, and his sonorous words echoed throughout the hall.

"Good!"

"Master Murong really deserves to be a famous benevolent person in Changzhou City."

"Haha, Lao Tzu also has a chance to see the world."

……

The cheers and applause rang out in unison, shaking all directions, and even the house seemed to tremble.

At this time, Tang Tang rushed to the edge of the windowsill, looked at these people with inexplicable excitement, and pouted: "I haven't seen the Central Plains people in the world." ”

Shen Lingjun listened attentively for a moment, tapped his lips with his index finger, and a trace of confusion appeared in his heart, why Murong Zhao suddenly auctioned the invitation post of Donglin Zhulu.

"It's boring, it's still a good person to sell a few posts, why don't you send it directly."

Shen Lingjun turned his head and stared at Tang Tang with motionless eyes.

"You, what are you looking at me for?" Tang Tang covered the pocket on his waist.

"There's a point in what you're saying."

"Of course, who am I?" Tang Tang shook his head arrogantly, brushed the fine hair on his forehead, and his face was full of pride.

"Hey, no, why did you suddenly boast about me." And, what did she just say?

"Nothing." Shen Lingjun had already turned his head, looked down, and his eyes fell on the five invitations in the high platform.

After someone below tentatively shouted a reserve price of one hundred taels, the atmosphere slowly became hot, and it climbed to one thousand taels after a while, and there was no tendency to stop.

Shen Lingjun put his hands around his chest, his fingers tapped his arms intentionally or unintentionally, and the streamer in his black eyes turned, bringing out a deep black, but the candlelight was dotted in between, and the black pupils were shining brightly, like cat pupils, a little cunning, a little light.

She guessed a little, and probably understood what Murong Zhao meant, it seemed that he was afraid that the other party would not have the opportunity to participate in the Donglin Competition, so he deliberately contributed an opportunity.

The corners of Shen Lingjun's lips were red and a chuckle hooked, it seems that this great benevolent man is very delicate, he is worthy of being the richest man in Changzhou City, he is so thoughtful, he has nothing to miss, he really has to admire.

Thinking of this, her dark eyes moved, and her gaze turned to a corner.

Yanbi autumn red maple cloak concealed the woman at all, Rao is a dim environment, but it can't hide the woman's existence, but gives her an incomparably mysterious atmosphere.

"Is it really a little familiar, or where did you hear it......" Shen Lingjun had a glimpse of the pattern in his mind, knocked his head, and couldn't help but feel helpless, it was not easy to make it at the critical moment.

sighed leisurely in his heart, if Mu Mu was there at this time, he should be able to recognize it, who made someone unforgettable.

"Yo, do you want Su Mutou?" Tang Tang didn't know when he appeared behind Shen Lingjun, his head was close at hand, his dark eyes were bright and bright, full of urgency.

Shen Lingjun raised a finger and poked her away, and the embarrassment on her face disappeared in a flash, so fast that people couldn't see it clearly.

"You think I'm you, Lord Ben is doing great things."

"Cut~" Tang Tang crossed his waist with one hand, pulled his lips with the other hand and made a grimace, and sneered: "Sichun is written on his face, and he still doesn't admit it!" ”

", my loofah!"

"Humph!"

……

In the corner of the lobby, the red cloak that stood as immovable as a hill moved when Shen Lingjun looked away, and under the brim of his hat, a pair of elite and deep black eyes looked up, and the corners of his lips like cherry blossoms rose slightly, just smiling like this gave people a desire to sink into it.

"Holy Maiden, do you want to bid now?" The attendant half-bent down and asked.

"There's no hurry." Feng Xiyao leaned on the wide armrest with one hand, half clenched her fist with the other hand, pinching a jade pendant about the same shape as the copper plate between her fingers, and rubbing her fingertips gently, just like her calm and calm heart, not hurried, with a certain certainty.

"Yes." The entourage also knew that this was just the beginning, it was just an appetizer, and he would increase the price when others had almost taken it, so as to save the waste, but he still had to ask the opinion of the saint.

"That woman is not simple." Although Feng Xiyao's eyes looked at the high platform, there was still a bright red active in the afterglow, her red lips were curled, her smile was indistinct, and she said lightly: "Check it." ”

The entourage was stunned for a moment, and as Feng Xiyao's white and tender fingers pointed in a certain direction, he instantly understood, and also glanced at that place, bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

When he retracted his gaze, the corner of the entourage's eyes trembled, he didn't pay attention to Shen Lingjun just now, and he didn't know what the saint said was not simple, but just now, the entourage suddenly had a hunch, could it be because the woman was also wearing red and committed the taboo of the saint, so he deliberately made an excuse......

"What do you think, huh?" Feng Xiyao snorted coldly.

The attendant shuddered: "No." "My mind was cold, I didn't dare to think about it anymore, anyway, the saint said to check it.

I am interested in the invitation post of Donglin Zhulu, but I have a lot of hope for the "Return to the Yuan" that I will get after the victory, so there are many people who participate in the auction.

After the price was raised by 10,000 taels, the voices of everyone in the lobby gradually weakened, and only two or three people were left to insist until the auction amount stopped at 38,000 taels, and they were silent overnight.

Yu Weiwei carried his backhand behind him, his shrewd and wise eyes swept the audience, his face was serious and not angry, and he was a steward of Murong Mansion, which showed his background.

He only glanced at the brocade-clothed man who was shouting, his lips were pursed, his jawline was cold and resolute, and his expression seemed to be a little expectant, so he was not in a hurry to draw conclusions.

The unusually quiet made everyone's hearts feel uncertain, and some people even leaned on each other and whispered to each other.

"What's going on?"

"yes, isn't there no one bidding?"

……

Finally, the man in brocade clothes couldn't help it, and shouted loudly: "Steward Yu, since no one is arguing with this son, then I will not be polite to this invitation." ”

While speaking, it is not difficult to see that this man looks proud, after all, he shows his face in front of the richest man in Changzhou City, and he usually does not have this opportunity.

Yu Yiyan's lips were not thick or thin, and he pulled out a faint smile, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and he said unclearly: "What is yours is yours, why rush for a moment." ”

The man in brocade clothes frowned, his face suddenly turned dark, his face was distorted for a while, and then he slowly relieved himself, and suddenly smiled: "That is, people who are so busy with things are not in a hurry, and this son has time." ”

He didn't have the courage to dare to make trouble with Yu Yiwei in person.

Naturally, the man in brocade clothes was not afraid of Yu Yiwei himself, but the Murong Mansion behind him, or more precisely, Murong Zhao, the richest man in Changzhou.

As long as you are from Changzhou, you have reason to believe that although Murong Zhao is a good person, but as the saying goes, if people don't offend me, I don't offend people, if you don't provoke the other party with a long eye, then I'm sorry, people are not mud people pinching Bodhisattvas, nothing else, that is, people who do business can have to consider one or two, people don't beat you, don't scold you, don't do business with you.

Unfortunately, the gold business of the man in brocade clothes really depends on the supply of mineral resources provided by Murong Mansion, and his father can't wait to stick it to Murong Mansion, where can he dare to offend easily.

Therefore, although Yu Jiong is insignificant, his appearance on behalf of Murong Zhao is another matter.

Shaoqing, Yu Wei took three steps forward, the upper eyelids were slightly heavy, the inky eyes were like the sea under the night sky, the surface was calm without wind and waves, the deep waves were turbulent, the dark tide was surging, he clenched his fists below, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he couldn't laugh at the bottom of his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since this is the case, then the invitation post of Donglin will be returned to the ...... at the price of 38,000 taels."

The man in a brocade dress sat upright and accepted the eye salute from all sides, envy, regret, and jealousy...... The corners of the mouth are like a large crack in the flat ground, and it is getting bigger and bigger, almost enough to stuff the next steamed bun.

However, the next voice made his smile freeze on his lips.

"Wait, the owner will pay 100,000 taels." Slow and frenzied, as flamboyant as her blood-bright red cloak, her voice is crisp and pleasant, like rain hitting plantains.

"Shhhh

Almost at the same time, all who heard it gasped.

Yu Yi's eyelids lifted, and he looked up violently, his eyes were quite meaningful, with a touch of inquiry.

"One hundred thousand taels, who dares to fight with this master?" Feng Xiyao patted the armrest of the seat with one hand, and slowly got up, the big red cloak shook off an arc, and the corners of the robe were slightly raised, like a gorgeous poppy slowly blooming.

What an arrogant woman, such an arrogant woman!

All the eyes of the hundred eyes were concentrated, but they couldn't touch the woman at all, as if they were used to being looked at like this, or in her opinion, they had never cared about the eyes and feelings of these people.

"Sounds like a lot of money." The clear and pure female voice, mixed with the slightest banter, floats in the air from above.