Prince, Not Tonight

"What's in it for me?" Her professional habits allowed her to answer naturally.

Tang San smiled when he heard this and finally released her. He took a step back and said, "Ten thousand taels of silver and this piece of jade."

"The jade must be given to me now." Yun Meng rubbed his shoulders and strongly requested.

"After the event, everything will be returned to me. Of course, if you don't agree to it or if it doesn't succeed, I'm not sure if it will be completed. " As Tang San spoke, he lifted the jade pendant and loosened his fingers, as if he would fall down at any moment.

"..." Please give it back to me, it's the only thing my mother left me. " Yun Xu was suddenly dazzled and his voice was choked with sobs.

Tang San was startled, then sneered: "Again? Can you change it to something new? "

However, she looked so innocent when she was crying!

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment before Yun Xu suddenly glared at him. The tears in his eyes had yet to run out as he broke out into a smile, "I can't even fool you like this, forget it."

Tang San was speechless.

So close, I almost fell for it.

Just now, Yun Fei's pear blossom appearance that was filled with water really did seem like that. When I saw it, I felt sorry for it. He was about to soften his heart.

This Miss Ying Ying was really fun.

It was just that her appearance could only be considered delicate and pretty. Although she had a weird charm to her, Hua Kui still lacked a little bit. It was probably because of the Southern Kingdom's aesthetic bias.

The two of them ended the tense atmosphere and sat down to discuss the details calmly. Under the candlelight, Cloudburst suddenly realized that this annoying fellow opposite them actually had a good piece of skin.

The heavens were indeed blind.

"What did you say your friend's name was?"

"Nanke."

"Give me the deposit first."

"Pay in full afterwards."

"Hmph." Cloudburst put on a 'I don't believe you' expression.

Post payment? What guarantee?

Deceiving ghosts … No ghost would believe it!

"You have no choice." Tang San caressed the piece of jade, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Yun Fei gritted his teeth in anger.

"..." "Deal!"

The next day, the news of the Embroidery Mansion's floral warbler being booked by a mysterious noble guest in Beijing for the next month spread like wildfire.

Everywhere in the streets of the teahouse, people were discussing the origins of this person who had spent so much money just for a woman.

While he was sipping his tea, the men at the table beside him were discussing the matter loudly. The way they talked about warblers was really annoying.

The tea water was too coarse. The so-called highest quality Longjing was not even comparable to the trash that he used to clean his tea set.

He sat there for a while before he got up and left.

He walked confidently, not caring about the shocked or beautiful gazes of the passers-by. His posture was transcendent the entire time. Even when he walked on the busiest and busiest streets, he seemed to have his own world.

Those women who wanted to see Qingyue's beauty only felt that a lofty and unreachable Qingyue had come and gone, yet they still didn't dare to approach her to strike up a conversation.

He could only use it to look up, not to mock.

At the door, there were two stone lions at the height of a man. The door was tall and big, and the entire door was carved in stone.

The Southern King's Residence.

The Nan Family.

In the entire dynasty, besides the royal family, it was the most respected family name.

It was a pity that the great power of the past had already ended in the previous generation, and the Nan Family was now relegated to the southern side of the country. Although they retained the hereditary title of "Southern King," they had not asked about the imperial court for a long time.

It was said that this time, the Southern King was very mysterious and had always lived in seclusion. Even the people living near the Southern Prefecture rarely saw his true face.

It was also rumored that the Southern City did not fall. Instead, it had hidden itself and became an underground power that could fight evenly with the Ye Dynasty. As for this South King, he was the most sinister person from the heavens.

Another person said that the Southern King was actually a cripple that couldn't take care of himself …

However, the rumors were not important. In his eyes, it was his home after living for 16 years.

"Son Two!" He didn't stand for long before an old, white-haired butler came out of the house. He looked at him carefully for a long time, then ran over with tears streaming down his face, shouting his title, "Son of II! "You're finally back!"