That's a bit of a heart.

If Song Yuxue is everyone's girlfriend and can't show up on this occasion, then what is Miss Zhu Jiu who wants to take the initiative to get off the stage?

This sentence is tantamount to insinuating that Miss Zhu Jiu does not want to be famous.

Zhu Luan brushed the hair on the side of her cheek behind her ears, and Princess Jinyang, who had been paying attention to this side, noticed her movements and tightened her hands.

Before Zhu Luan could say anything, Zhu Rong next to him suddenly stood up with a bang.

"You said you wanted to play with my sister?" A polite but indifferent smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, "You haven't asked me if this brother agrees." ”

"And," Zhu Rong sneered, "The matter was provoked by your sister, and now you still say what kind of lady she is, will it be too late?" ”

The young man's tone was mercilessly spicy.

It seems that he really hates Song Mingxuan's children.

Zhu Luan looked up at Zhu Rong's side face and thought.

"Who are you," Song Xuesong's face seemed to crack when he heard the ice.

"I am Zhu Rong, the eldest son of the British princess," Zhu Rong bowed, "and Zhu Ying's elder brother." ”

"The eldest son of the British princess?" Song Xuesong snorted from his nose, "The concubine's son-in-law is also a concubine, not to mention that the current British prince is still the second son, you are still ashamed to say that you are the eldest son?" ”

Although Song Xuesong has never seen the sister-in-law of the British Prince, the family affairs of the British Mansion are almost the joke of the entire Huizhou Mansion, and the head of the family surnamed A is actually the second son, which really makes people laugh off their big teeth.

And it is said that the second son, the British Gong, has only one son, and he is also a fool who is one in a million, drunk, beats people and visits the kiln, and has all kinds of poisons.

Song Xuesong heard his father mention more than once that the family business of the British government should have died in this generation.

Thinking about it, the young man in front of him is the loser in his father's mouth. It's really blind to this good look.

As he spoke, Song Xuesong smiled and looked at Zhu Rong levelly, expecting to see the young man's face blue and white.

Unexpectedly, hearing such humiliation, the young man was not angry, and there was not even a trace of blush on his handsome and fair face.

"It seems that Song Gongzi is really lonely and unheard, and he deserves to be the son of Lord Song who is deaf to the world," Zhu Rong said mockingly, "Listen, I am the eldest grandson of Zhu Hongyan, the founder of the country, and the son-in-law of Zhu Hao, the third generation of British duke." And the second son of the English prince you are talking about is my uncle, who unfortunately died the day before yesterday. ”

Zhu Mei bit her lip tightly on the side, clenching her fists tightly.

"What did you say?" Song Xuesong's ice-like face was even more cracked, and most of the ice-like image was shattered by shock.

Zhu Rong looked around, and although there was surprise on everyone's faces, there was still a hint of understanding in most of the people's expressions.

After all, for such a big thing, every family has an ear report god who specializes in intelligence, and it is impossible not to know the slightest rumor.

But in this pavilion before, although these sons knew who he was, none of them came forward to greet him, treating themselves as air.

Zhu Rong has been raised since he was a child in the words and deeds and way of doing things, and he understands that this represents the upper-class family in Huizhou, and at best his existence is only at the stage of "knowing", and he has not "recognized" him.

If you want not to be regarded as a transparent person by these sons and have a place in the upper social circle, I am afraid that you will have to wait until you really inherit the title.

But there is also a good thing about this disregarded appearance now, that is, his every move is not representative of the British government.

He wanted to endure it when Zhu Luan persuaded him to endure it, but he couldn't tolerate this man talking about her in such a contemptuous tone.

Zhu Rong looked at Song Xuesong coldly, looking at his appearance, he really didn't know.

Ironically, when he asked to see Princess Jinyang with the Danshu Iron Coupon in Duanfu, he first reported his identity to Song Mingxuan.

The boy's father was the first to know of his existence, but his children still don't understand their identity.

I really want to make people laugh.

Song Xuesong reacted after being stunned for a while, looked around at everyone's expressions, and realized that what this young man might have said was true.

There is no shortage of bad things in every big family, and it is never uncommon for an illegitimate child or a new heir to emerge out of nowhere.

But he hadn't heard of any family's eldest son who could come out of thin air.

It's really unseemly, Sven sweeps the floor. Song Xuesong thought in disgust, and felt calmer again.

It is only a family like the British government that is rotten inside, that can make such a messy relationship.

"So what? Let's just count you as the eldest son," Song Xuesong's brows flattened, and he returned to his previous cold and noble appearance, and said expressionlessly, "Now your brother who appeared out of thin air wants to stand out for your sister?" His tone accentuated the word that came out of nowhere.

"My sister is not the kind of weak woman who sells her reputation," Zhu Rong said with a smile, "My sister can play if she wants to, and play casually, but my position as an elder brother can't help but be clear, otherwise outsiders will bully me and the Zhu family will have no one." ”

"You ......" Song Xuesong tasted the taste of being hidden, Song Yuxue stood aside, her face was blue and purple.

"Just a ......" accompanied by his words, there was a heaven and earth vitality surging in the pavilion, Song Xuesong looked at Zhu Rong, anger surged, the aura on his body was violently turbulent, the temperature in the entire space seemed to be cold in an instant, and the man raised his palm towards Zhu Rong.

"Brother Song, don't be impulsive, what's there to worry about with such a child," Standing beside Song Xuesong, Nian Huazang noticed that something was wrong with him for the first time, and Nian Huazang couldn't help frowning.

He knew that Song Xuesong had always been arrogant, looking cold but in fact, it was like a firecracker, but if he hurt someone on this occasion, it would be difficult to end it.

Not far away, Li Wenyao's face also became ugly, he sighed and mobilized the true yuan in his body, and when he was about to raise his hand, Li Wenyao was stunned and put his hand down again.

Duan Lizheng, who was not far away, also seemed to feel something, and put down his slightly moving fingers.

An extremely clear fighting spirit rushed to his face, and in an instant, he wiped out the raging heaven and earth vitality in the Tianzi Pavilion.

Song Xuesong suddenly raised his head and saw the girl's arm not far away in the air, and her palm tightened in mid-air after drawing an arc, as if she was holding something in her palm.

Then the qi he had mobilized disappeared.

"You ......" Song Xuesong realized that this young lady who had been mentioned to him by his sister was actually a cultivator of the Yitian Realm.

The aura on her body was soft and unstable, but when he looked closely, there seemed to be something hidden under the horizontal plane, and he instinctively didn't want to delve deeper.

The girl's arm hung down, and Zhu Luan stood up and walked in front of Song Xuesong step by step.

Song Yuxue looked at her with a wary expression.

"What's the matter," said the girl nonchalantly, "isn't it just gambling, not playing with whom?" ”

Zhu Luan crossed the Song brothers and sisters, walked to the door, and said to the waiter at the door.

"Miss Zhu Jiu of the British Mansion is gone."

She turned around and smiled at the Song brothers and sisters who were stunned.

"Whoever dares to come, follow."

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