However, once he should come down, once he received the Tibetan pearl wine, it meant that Xue Jianze would break the family rules and give up pursuing Luo Qingyin, which he didn't want to see.

Is Tibetan wine more important or is it important for my son's future partner?

The answer is obvious.

Ming Jiu stood there with his eyebrows down, quietly waiting for him to make a decision.

After struggling for a moment, the Snow Clan patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "You can take back the Tibetan pearl wine, I can't agree to her request." ”

Ming Jiu: "......"

Zangzhu wine, which is worth 100,000 medium-grade Xuanjing, can't let him break a strange rule?

How much does the Snow Clan think of this strange rule!

Looking at the determined look on his face, Ming Jiu complained in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he said respectfully: "Miss said, a bottle of Tibetan pearl wine will definitely not make you bend your waist......"

Snow Clan Patriarch: "......"

He almost bent over.

The elders in the council hall all had complicated expressions on their faces.

A mere bottle of Tibetan pearl wine...... How rich is Yukimizawa's future partner!

"She said that this bottle of wine will be given to the third prince of Xue, and after he drinks it, he will wake up tomorrow evening at the latest, and at three o'clock the day after tomorrow, she will wait for the third prince of Xue on the ninth floor of the Yuxiang Residence."

Snow Clan Patriarch: "......"

All the people in the chamber: "......"

Local tyrants! Wayward!

It's also very generous!

After a long while, the Snow Clan patriarch came back to his senses and frowned slightly, "How did she know about Jian Ze's physical condition?" ”

Ming Jiu said: "Miss has been to Baixiao Hall, and Miss is an alchemist. ”

The Snow Clan Patriarch was speechless again.

This reaction speed, this thunderous means, and this bearing are not like what a fifteen-year-old girl would do.

It's so handsome.

The patriarch of the Snow Clan faintly felt that if Xue Jianze could marry her, the future of the Snow Clan would inevitably be better!

After Ming Jiu left, the smile on the Snow Clan Patriarch's face deepened a little: "What do you think?" ”

"Whether it's the object of Jianze or not, this girl is worth wooing. Seeing Ze is so discerning! The Great Elder spoke excitedly, "We must speed up and not let others take the lead." ”

The patriarch of the Snow Clan felt the same way: "Mizawa spends most of his time in bed, and he can spend too little time with her. Children, which of you would like to go to her? ”

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Pick me!"

Among the younger generation, five or six people immediately stood up, between the ages of thirteen and twenty, with a look of excitement.

The patriarch of the Snow Clan didn't want to be partial, and said with a smile: "Draw lots." ”

Soon, the results came out, and Xue Jianhuan, the fifth lady of the Snow Clan, happily held up the lot stone in her hand and said excitedly: "What am I going to do?" ”

……

The battle between Luo Qingyin and Xue Jianze spread completely.

In addition, she had been to Baixiao Hall, if there was no accident, Zi Yunchen would receive the news soon.

In order to prevent him from leaving Jimo Wuxin and running from Xuanfeng Academy, Luo Qingyin sent him a crane talisman to tell him what had happened, and asked him to be relieved.

She was also worried that the Snow Clan would use the policy of drawing salaries from the bottom of the kettle and go directly to Lijing to propose, so she also sent a crane talisman to her father, Luo Qingtian, begging him not to agree to anyone's proposal!

In addition, she also instructed Rui Mingjun of the Ghost City Baicao Hall to send Luo Qingtian three bottles of monkey wine as a bribe in her honor.

Stretching his waist, Luo Qingyin walked out of the yard, breathed a breath of cold air with the faint fragrance of yellow plums, felt the faint fluctuation of the Xuan Qi in the backyard, and raised a smile like a peach blossom in March at the corner of his lips.

The kite broke through.

Her maid is finally no longer a martial arts cultivator.

Turning around and about to walk into the house, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the innkeeper hurrying over, and couldn't help but pause: "What's wrong?" ”

The shopkeeper reported to her with a flattering expression: "The fifth lady of the Snow Mansion, Xue Jianhuan, is asking to see her outside the door. ”

In Ruixue City, the Snow Mansion is the largest force, far surpassing the City Lord's Mansion.

can let the descendants of Xuefu ask to see in person, the innkeeper has been in the business for decades, and he has never seen it.

Therefore, his eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Luo Qingyin!

Vaguely guessing Xue Jianhuan's intention, the corners of Luo Qingyin's lips outlined a perfect arc, "Please come and see her." ”

A moment later, Xue Jianhuan walked in with ten guards.

Xue Jianhuan also has silver hair, she is wearing a pink gold embroidered skirt, the red belt hangs down at her side, with mutton fat jade pendant, her beautiful face has a shy flush, but she is generous, full of girlish vitality.

Seeing her standing in front of the door, Xue Jianhuan's eyes showed a jewel-like brilliance.

Yesterday, when Luo Qingyin was deceived by Xue Jianya to the Snow Mansion, she was in Xue Jianze's courtyard, and the two did not meet.

The audience said that Luo Qingyin was very beautiful, and she always wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Now that he finally saw that figure like he was wrapped in the sunset, Xue Jianhuan was instantly satisfied.

The fire-like skirt is wanton and enthusiastic, standing between this silver-covered heaven and earth, like the only blooming red lotus, as bright as a peach and plum and as cold as frost, like a sword out of the sheath, beautiful and blood-stained, there is a kind of seductive beauty.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the person that the third brother has a crush on!

Xue Jianhuan was very satisfied, her face was also happy, and she happily blessed her: "Miss Luo Qingyin, my name is Xue Jianhuan, and I am on the order of my father. ”

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked slightly, and he smiled: "Just call me by name." ”

"Uh-huh, Qingyin, you call me Huanhuan." Waving to the guards to step forward, Xue Jianhuan said flatteringly, "Thank you for the Tibetan pearl wine, but you deserve it, and you can't repay it, so ......"

The guards rushed up, one holding a brocade box, lined up in two rows, and stood neatly in front of Luo Qingyin.

"A small thank you is not a tribute." Xue Jianhuan looked at Luo Qingyin's expression and motioned to the guards to open the brocade box.

Sure enough, there is a bowl-sized meteorite ice flower in each brocade box, with milky white roots, and snow-colored velvet flowers like marshmallows, with a warm snow-colored light, like velvet moonstones.

The ink monkey in the flower hall had bright eyes, swept to the window, hooked the window lattice with his tail upside down, and looked at them one by one, pouting and scratching his buttocks.

They are all thousand-year-old meteorite ice beads, but not to mention the Thor Meteorite Ice Beads, there is not even an ordinary meteorite ice bead.

The reason why Luo Qingyin generously gave Tibetan pearl wine was that he knew that the Snow Clan would not treat her as an enemy in this situation, and would definitely give her a gift in return.

What she gambled on was that the Snow Clan would return the favor with a thousand-year-old meteorite ice flower.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to get your hands on the Thor Meteor Ice Bead directly.

Sure enough, the Snow Clan gave her back a thousand-year-old meteorite ice flower.

However, a glance at the ink monkey's expression made her guess that there was no Thor Meteor Ice Bead inside.

Seemingly...... Luck is a bit average.

Luo Qingyin didn't do this, after all, the Thunder God Meteor Ice Bead is hard to find, and if you can get it all at once, it will be against the sky.

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March is coming to an end, happy April for children's shoes~

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