ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

"If you don't marry, don't marry, this little master follows his own wishes and has never regretted it!" Jing Yue pushed away the woman who was approaching suddenly, hooked her index finger for a cup of tea, and glared at her unhappily.

As far as the fifth brother's flowery intestines, it's not a bad thing not to marry!

The atmosphere was quiet and eccentric at once.

Xing Lian was a little moved, this princess had not been with her for a long time, and she had been calculated again and again before, but she didn't hold grudges at all, and even treated her sincerely.

In contrast, she hid from her even such trivial things as being able to use her spiritual power.

"Miss, when the slave came over just now, I saw the beast master again." Ruoyan saw that the two of them stopped talking, and hurriedly opened his mouth to break up the strange silence.

In her opinion, the young lady of her family would be scolded like this by these people outside, all thanks to the Fenghua Lord who couldn't control the spirit beast, and naturally she didn't have any good feelings for the first-class beast master.

Jing Yue took a sip of tea, "He just lost a contract spirit beast, and he probably still has some resentment in his heart, and he wants to find the beasts hidden in the mansion and take revenge." ”

After that, she sighed again, everyone understands how important the contract beast is, let alone a mad lion who has always been an eighth order.

However, Xing Lian smiled disapprovingly.

The mad lion was obviously abandoned by the beast master himself, so he wouldn't feel pity, if he wanted to be a pity, he would only regret that he couldn't kill her.

And now this Fenghua will come to Qiao's Mansion, definitely not because he wants to seek revenge on Xiaobai.

Thinking of this, her lips immediately dyed with a wicked smile, and there was a little cunning in her eyes when she looked at Si Jingyue, "Xiao Yue'er, do you want to watch a good show?" ”

"What's the show?" Sijingyue raised her head suspiciously.

……

Xiangru Temple.

There were two maids standing outside Nangong Ru's door, one on the left and one on the right, comparable to the door god, and occasionally there were family members and other maids walking nearby, they would immediately drive them away, and no one was allowed to approach half a step.

These two maids are very different from ordinary maids just by looking at their physique, not to mention their strong physiques, the spiritual power on their bodies slowly overflows from their bodies, they are thick and pure, and they are masters at a glance.

Fenghua stood at the window and looked out for a while before turning around and sitting down at the table. "Mrs. Xiangye's descendants are really extraordinary."

Nangong Ru is wearing a navy blue luxurious gown, with a large beautiful orchid embroidered with gold thread, she is over forty years old, but she is still charming, a long black hair is coiled behind her head, and there is simply a golden step on it, which is not too noble, but not too high-profile, and her whole body shows the grace of the first important minister and daughter of the dynasty.

She just took a sip of tea lightly and smiled decently, "If you can't even do this little thing, how can I be my maid." ”

"That's right."

"So, Lord Fenghua came to my mansion to ask for a meeting, I don't know what the so-called thing is?"

In fact, Nangong Ru knew very well what this kind of beast master had in mind, but since things had not been done well, what qualifications did he have to ask for compensation?

Sure enough, hearing her say this, Fenghua, who was still holding the number of courtesies, immediately glared, and the calm attitude that he had put on a moment ago immediately broke the success in this second, "Mrs. Xiangye, I have already done what you told me to do, and even lost an eighth-order spirit beast, shouldn't Mrs. Xiangye compensate her subordinates?" ”

"Comply?" Nangong Ru was still holding the tea unhurriedly, raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at him, a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth, "However, Lord Fenghua doesn't seem to have done it." ”