Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 119 Meeting Rong Beilan Again ([-])
"Look, look, the prince is here!" A low cry came from the crowd, and at the gate, Murong Che was walking slowly, surrounded by several officials' children. Su Changxue was wearing a light pink skirt, exquisite With a gentle and decent smile on his face, Murong Jing walked in the back with a little girl about eleven or twelve years old.

"His Royal Highness is here, it really makes our auction flourish!" A beautiful woman in her mid-mature with a slender waist twisted her waist to meet her, smiling flatteringly.

"His Royal Highness, Third Sister, it's just in time for you to come. We see that there are no seats in this hall. We want the steward here to get us a box on the second floor, but they refuse to give it to us. Tell me, is this not going to send us to the Soviet Union?" Home is in the eye."

Su Changfeng rolled his eyes, hurriedly pushed away an official's son and squeezed between Murong Che and Su Changxue, pointed at the young servant just now, with smoke coming out of his nostrils.

Murong Che's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and he glanced at Su Changfeng with some displeasure. His eyes finally fell on Murong Xue. Yesterday Chang Xue suddenly talked to him for a long time. Originally, he was a little shaken about his marriage with her, but seeing her The affectionate and gentle look suppressed the wavering again.

Although Zhao Ruyun has been divorced by Su Zhengting, Changxue is still the daughter of the Su family, and also the precious granddaughter of the old man of the Zhao family. In addition to her extraordinary talent, she will definitely help him a lot when he ascends the throne as a queen in the future.

However, suddenly, a beautiful little face reappeared, Su Changle, a woman, the more she came into contact with, the more difficult she was to extricate herself from, and he was bound to get her.

"Your Highness, why don't you go up, I'll just watch here with my younger siblings." Su Changxue crossed her arms and bowed to Murong Che, and said softly, her voice like a yellow warbler immediately caught the ears of many men in the hall. Murong Che's eyes were full of envy.

"This is the third young lady of the Su family from Yangcheng, she is so beautiful!"

"Yes, Zhishu Dali is gentle and considerate. If His Royal Highness can get such a princess, it will definitely make his official career even more powerful!"

There were many discussions, and Murong Che smiled again, feeling extremely proud in his heart, yes, the most outstanding woman in Yangcheng can only be his Murong Che's.

"No problem, let's go up together!" With a wave of his sleeves, led by the beautiful woman, he went up to the second floor first.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness." Su Changyue was overjoyed, and suddenly turned her eyes to Murong Jing behind.

King Jing has always been known for being as gentle as jade, he is very gentle to everyone, and has no airs of being a royal prince. It would be great if he could marry him. Thinking of this, his face turned red, and only then did he notice that Murong was holding his arm. Looking at the girl with a bright smile on her face, Liu Mei frowned, as if thinking of something, her eyes lit up, and a flash of calculation flashed across her eyes.

"Is this Princess Ziyan?"

Murong Ziyan was chatting happily with Murong Jing when someone suddenly interrupted her, feeling a little displeased, she turned her head to look at Su Changyue, who was dressed up in a beautiful way, "Auntie, who are you?"

"Pfft—" Su Changle, who was sipping tea, burst into a sudden smile, wiped her mouth and looked at the cute little girl. It turned out that this girl was still a princess, and she was on the way. Only people in the same way thought Su Changyue was a butterfly. like auntie.

Auntie?Murong Jing covered his lips and coughed softly, looked at his sister, eyes full of doting, and shook his head helplessly.

Su Changyue even said that she was an aunt, and Su Changyue's smile froze. Looking at Murong Ziyan's innocent face, she suppressed the anger that was about to burst out, and laughed, her facial muscles began to tremble, "Princess, my servants and daughters!" Turned 15 a month ago."

(End of this chapter)