Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 916 Is there a higher price?

Chapter 916 Is there a higher price?

Nanfeng Pavilion, Bamboo Wind Room.

In the corner of the room is a purple-gold incense burner, which is carved into the shape of auspicious beasts, and the incense is curling and steaming.

The bead curtain swayed, and a person walked over on a white brocade carpet, with only a thin layer of red gauze draped over his body.

He walked to the dressing table and sat down, the lake blue and gold-inlaid glazed lamp gave off a hazy yellow light, making his appearance clearly seen in the bronze mirror.

The glamorous phoenix eyes are raised slightly, and the eye waves move freely, with a lonely and intoxicating style.

"My lord, you are so pretty."

A boy dressed like a servant walked behind him with a tray, and couldn't help but sighed with a smile.

The man didn't turn his head to look at him, but curled his lips at himself in the mirror.

"Stop talking nonsense, time is running out, hurry up and fix Danko."

Saying so, he put his white as snow fingers on the table.

His hands are also beautiful, they are a pair of well-maintained hands, as tender as milk fat, with a lonely white, and the fingertips are as bright red as blood Koudan, unexpectedly there is a kind of shocking temptation.

The servant's heart beat faster, he hurried forward, took out a small porcelain bottle from the tray, dug out the ointment, and carefully applied it on Danko.

After applying it in this way, not only the hands are fragrant, but also the nails are very shiny and look more beautiful.

After Dan Kou finished, the servant looked around and found that a jade bottle was missing.

"Young master, I forgot to take the rose oil for wiping my hair. I'll come as soon as I go."

The boy also knew that tonight was the most important day for the young master, and there must be no mistakes.

Before the man could speak, he ran out of the door quickly, and closed the door lightly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, there was a flash of black shadows in his eyes, a pain in the back of his head, and then he lost consciousness.

A man in black tights knocked the boy unconscious, then quickly opened the door again and dragged him in.

"Coming back so soon?"

When the man in black heard the voice behind the screen, his eyes flashed, and he hummed lightly with a quick reaction, but he didn't dare to speak.

He looked left and right, and found a large box on a wooden table in a corner of the room. He rushed over with the boy on his shoulder, threw the person inside, and closed it gently.

"Xiaozhu, why don't you come here? Didn't I tell you that it's too late? If you dare to ruin my good deed, I'll see how I deal with you later."

There was another urging voice from behind the screen, with a little dissatisfaction.

The man in black finished dealing with the boy, stepped around behind the screen, and his figure flashed.

The man who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror with a little Dai lightly tracing his eyebrows felt that something seemed to flash in the bronze mirror, and it disappeared before he could see it clearly.

The movement of the man's hands paused, and the expression on his face was a little impatient.

"Xiaozhu? What are you dawdling about..."

Before he finished speaking, the back of his neck hurt, his head shook, his whole face hit the dressing table, and he passed out completely.

The man in black looked down for a few times, and when his eyes fell on the light red gauze on the man's body, he raised his eyebrows, as if a little disgusted.

Just as he was hesitating what to do, there was another knock on the door.

"Master Changqing, are you all right? It's time for you to appear, and the auction has already started."

The man in black's eyes flashed. He recalled the voice of the man just now, squeezed his throat and lowered his voice, learning [-]% of it.

"Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

After finishing the words, he quickly picked up the man in front of the dressing table. After looking around for a week, he walked towards the bed without hesitation, lifted the quilt, threw the man in, and covered it tightly again.

The man in black clapped his hands, turned his steps, and walked towards the wooden cabinet next to him. After opening it, the colorful robes and tulle inside came into view, and the end of his eyes twitched imperceptibly, full of disgust.

But there was no other way, the time was short, so he could only pick out a not so flamboyant aqua-blue robe, and swiftly changed the tight-fitting black clothes on his body.

Then he went to the bronze mirror again, loosened his hair, combed it lightly with a wooden comb a few times, randomly took a jade hairpin and tied it up, stared at the bronze mirror, and frowned.

After thinking about it, he turned around and walked back to the clothes cabinet, pulled a piece of white gauze covering his face from it, quickly covered half of his face, and then walked out.

The boy waiting outside the door was walking back and forth, obviously very anxious, and was taken aback when he saw him open the door and come out.

"Master Changqing, do you just wear this dress?"

"Young Master Changqing" looked down at the water-blue robe on his body, his eyes were full of disgust, he didn't want to wear it well either!
"Ah."

The servant was a little anxious and circled around him.

"But my aunt said earlier that I prepared a red gauze for you, which was made of phoenix gauze at a great price, why didn't Mr. Changqing wear that?
Although this robe of yours is not bad, but it is too tightly covered, it is going to be auctioned for a good price today, you should show off your beautiful body..."

The servants were still criticizing him, dutifully pointing out the deficiencies, his brows almost knit together, for fear that he would not sell for a good price.

Show too little?

"Young Master Changqing" looked down at the water-blue robe on his body, even the chain bones couldn't cover it, so it's also called being less exposed?

There was a black line beating on his forehead, he endured the anger of slapping this guy to death, and walked forward quickly, ignoring his thoughts at all.

"Mr. Changqing, where is Xiaozhu? Why didn't he follow you?"

"Hey, this brat, he was lazy at the critical moment. When I turn around and tell my aunt, I will definitely make him look good."

"Young Master Changqing, why didn't you dye Dan Kou today? Don't you love that one the most, and you even said that the nobleman loved it the most..."

"Also, Mr. Changqing, why are you still wearing a veil? In this case, how can you let guests see your beautiful face?"

Blah blah, no end.

"Young Master Changqing" couldn't take it anymore, he paused, turned his head, and his voice was cold.

"To shut up!"

The servant suddenly met his eyes, and felt that he was stabbed by the cold long sword, his back felt cold, his legs became weak, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore.

"Young Master Changqing" walked along the long corridor with the young man, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in front of him. When he looked up, he saw two people walking in a hurry.

He subconsciously lowered his head and turned his face slightly to the other side. After passing by those two people, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, revealing a slight arc.

"Young Master Changqing" and the servant walked to the end of the corridor and walked towards the platform in the middle.

The two people who had passed by before saw no one in the corridor, and began to search room by room, and soon met again on the corridor.

"No."

"Neither here."

"This old fox runs really fast."

"The left and right are in this building, don't worry."

"Not in a hurry? The master is here, how will I explain later? Just say I didn't find it?"

"Well, yes, then let's keep looking, this time we must never let him escape!"

The two of them grimaced together and bit their ears, and there were already calls of excitement and bidding, one after another.

"The little master in the snow walks out a thousand gold leaves!"

"The young master of Xunmei Jian gave out [-] gold leaves!"

"The young master of Qingfengjian produced [-] gold leaves!"

"The little lord of Treading Snow asked again, [-] gold leaves!"

The person in charge of the auction is Jing Mo, the son in charge of the Nanfeng Pavilion, with a jade hairpin slanted in his hair, his blue shirt like fog, and his flowing eyes slightly raised, as exciting as a quiet lake in spring, soaking in people's hearts.

He stood by the table, with a warm smile on his face, and looked around the private rooms on the second and third floors.

"One thousand and five hundred gold leaves, is there more? If not, then Mr. Changqing will belong to the young master of Treading Snow tonight."

The voice fell, and after a while, there was a voice from the northernmost private room on the third floor.

"and many more!"

Mr. Jing Mo followed the voice, and frowned when he saw the words on the red lantern hanging under the eaves of the elegant room.

Is it Baolan Room?The third master is here?

No, the third master is a big man, I never heard that he likes men.

Mr. Jingmo can be called the master in charge of the Nanfeng Hall, so his adaptability is naturally extraordinary. The surprise in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and when he raised his head again, there was that trademark gentle smile again.

"Also ask the young master of Baolan to bid."

The "Mr. Changqing" who had been sitting in the middle of the table did not let go of any of Mr. Jingmo's small expressions, and saw the change of his expression in his eyes
He didn't know what to think of, he turned his head and looked at Bao Lanjian, the messy black hair slipped from his neck, covering one side of the looming collarbone, revealing his skin as white as bone china, with an interesting smile in his eyes .

At this time, a tug-of-war is going on in the much-anticipated Baolan Room.

Wan Baolu crouched on the chair in front of the bed with a blushing face, staring blankly at "Mr. Changqing" in the middle of the table.

"Oh my god, he, he looks so, so good-looking, it's so good to see you cry, woo woo woo..."

The corners of Dugu Xuejiao's mouth twitched, she turned her head and looked at the person beside her who had fallen into the vortex of beauty.

The little girl rested her chin on her hands, her eyebrows and eyelashes made her skin as porcelain as snow, her pupils were extremely black and bright, but there was a red cloud on her cheeks, as if a glazed doll suddenly came to life.

"He still wears half of the tulle on his face, so you can see a pair of eyes and eyebrows. How can you tell that he is good-looking?"

Wan Baolu was stunned by the question, she blinked her eyes, looked extremely innocent, rubbed her hands together, and tugged at the corners of her clothes.

"But, but I think his eyes are so beautiful. My father told me since I was a child that the first thing to look at is the eyes, because the eyes are the windows of the soul.

You can tell what kind of person a person is from his eyes. Apart from being able to spy on his personality, I think he must be a very gentle person. Also, with such beautiful eyes, his face will definitely not be ugly. "

Dugu Xuejiao: ...

It's over, what a disaster for a beauty, after all Wan Baolu is an innocent little girl who has never even been in love, how can she resist this disaster.

The most important thing is that Qian Jinzhi and Qian Yuye are also agitating beside them, they are typical watchers who don't think it's a big deal.

In order to make good friends completely give up on that scumbag who has had a crush on him for many years, it is estimated that even if he looks average, they can still be praised by them.

"Wow, look, he's looking at us, and it's so beautiful, like a peony slowly blooming under the moon."

"Yeah, looking at those eyes, when they squinted, they seemed to be smiling. I just thought of a poem, standing like a zhilanyu tree, smiling like a bright moon in my arms."

"Well, I don't know, I thought it was a fairy who came out of a book, look at the eyebrows, how elegant and gentle, as if they were carefully drawn with an ink brush, and they can even blur the blue and blue colors. "

In order to make Wan Baolu more determined, Jin Zhi Yu Ye took out the few stocks in her stomach, racked her brains until her hair was almost bald, and finally came up with these few poetic words.

Sure enough, after Wan Baolu listened to it, her heart beat even harder. With a wave of her little hand, her red lips opened and closed, and she called for the price for the first time.

"Eighteen hundred gold leaves!"

Three hundred gold leaves were added at once, and the atmosphere of the entire Nanfeng Pavilion was pushed to a climax.

There were applause and whistles all around.

Mr. Jingmo glanced at Bao Lanjian again, and spoke slowly.

"The young master of Baolan Jian offered [-] gold leaves, is there a higher price?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a brief silence in the hall.

Eighteen hundred gold leaves is not a small amount, especially here is Nanfeng Hall.

Even if ordinary women are rich, it is impossible to easily give away so much, coupled with the harsh conditions of "Mr. Changqing", many rich women have been excluded.

Nowadays, most of the bidders are rich ladies, but when it comes to wealth, who can compare to Wan Baolu.

But who would have thought that at this moment, the young master of Treading Snow, who had previously bid for [-] gold leaves, bid again.

"Two thousand gold leaves!"

Mr. Jingmo, as the steward of Nanfeng Hall, is very familiar with the ladies in the building. Although Chang Qing is a pure girl, he usually has a lot of customers, but the price is obviously inflated.

But so what, what they earn is the money of the landlord's stupid daughter, without them, Nanfeng Pavilion will close down sooner or later.

Thinking of this, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, he spoke again.

"The young master of Treading Xuejian bid two thousand gold leaves, is there a higher price?"

(End of this chapter)