Being Pursued By The Empress, Begging Me To Let Go!

Chapter 58: [Miss Zhirou, who would call such an obscene name? 】

"I'll be there."

"This is a little bit of my heart."

As Su Ning said, he casually put down a few pieces of broken silver under the tray covered by the maid's handkerchief.

This counts as an entry ticket.

Feeling the light in the eyes of the blond girl, Su Ning stuffed a few more silver coins into her bosom.

Several other young masters nearby also joined in, putting silver taels on the tray, and Ling Feiyan's two senior brothers, Qingxuan and Moran, were no exception.

Everyone knows that this is Qingyufang's method, in order to search for the money of these rich young masters, and it would be nice if one or two of the collected silver can go to Miss Zhirou.

But no one yelled about this kind of thing loudly. They came to the land of Fengyue to be happy and happy.

That would be demeaning.

Su Ning stayed tenderly in the arms of several beautiful blonde girls for a few more hours, and Qingxuan and Moran who were opposite to him almost gritted their molars after seeing his smug look.

The two people with handsome faces can be regarded as handsome guys in Feixian, and there are five fingers in the disciples who pursue them.

Thinking of taking advantage of the opportunity of leaving the teacher's school to experience the prosperity of the world and the happiness of ordinary people, the two even found an excuse to drive away their junior sister Ling Feiyan before they came here.

After all, this kind of place is really not suitable for a pure girl like Ling Feiyan.

And if she sees the two of them hugging each other here, it will damage their stalwart image in front of the little junior sister.

In fact, what they didn't know was that their image almost never had a positive moment in Ling Feiyan's eyes.

After the two of them secretly left Ling Feiyan behind, they had already turned into the image of a big villain.

And Ling Feiyan's heart for many years was finally opened, and it contained the memories of when she and Su Ning first met.

"This man is handsome and talented, he must be a scumbag!"

Qingxuan pointed at Su Ning with one hand and said to Mo Ran beside him.

"Look, that kid is about to bleed out."

Mo Ran also said sourly, but he thought more comprehensively.

"We two brothers have to be optimistic about this kind of person. We must not let him harm a girl from a good family."

"If you dare to seduce my little junior sister, see if I don't break his leg!"

As the two talked, their guard against Su Ning gradually rose.

Thinking of her beautiful little sister Ling Feiyan, she has a feeling of protecting the calf.

Both of them, like Ling Feiyan, are children of the Ling family.

Although Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran are not the children of the head of the Ling family, their status in the Ling family is equally honorable.

Although the two are quite talented, they don't have Ling Feixue's abnormal self-motivation.

Hearing that the Spirit Sword Sect was extremely strict, he gave up joining the sect and chose the Feixian Sect, which was relatively lenient to his disciples.

Feixianzong is in the territory of Song Dynasty, close to the secular world, and the treatment of clothes, housing and transportation is much better than that of Lingjianzong's hidden world sect.

So the three brothers and sisters Moyu hit it off and became Feixian's disciples together.

As for the fact that Ling Feixue, who is practicing in the Spirit Sword Sect, may have an achievement that crushes them in the future, the three bad guys said they don't care.

We just need to enjoy the happiness, let Ling Feixue do such troublesome things as spiritual practice.

Ling Feiyan's goal is to find his own true son, Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran, these two boys have no goals.

In other words, the goal is to live comfortably and happily every day without any long-term plans.

Happy day is day.

And today, the two optimists are unhappy.

Why!

Why is that Su Ning more popular than us!

We are the sons of the Ling family, and we have a lot of money in our hands!

And he looks no worse than that kid!

Is it because we are not handsome enough, or are we not as coquettish as this kid?

At this time, Su Ning was still immersed in the embrace of Ruanxiang, not caring at all that the current self was being targeted by the future uncle.

Eyes bleary-eyed, the halazi almost flowed out of the mouth.

Turned over from the chest of the blond foreign girl, turned her head and fell into the embrace of the fair-skinned Miss Dongzhou.

Well, this big ocean horse is just a show, and I still feel that the beauties born and bred in Dongzhou are sweet and sweet.

Soon, it was evening.

At sunset, the party is about to begin.

The guests of Qingyufang took the girls in their hands and went out to the Huaihe Bridge.

Zhirou is the most famous headliner in Yong'an City, and every appearance of her attracts thousands of people.

At this time, the western part of Yong'an City was already overcrowded, shoulders rubbing against each other, and they all made a special trip to admire Miss Zhirou's peerless beauty.

No matter how large the area of ​​Qingyufang is, it is impossible to accommodate so many people at the same time.

The residents of Yong'an City all gathered on the Qinhuai River.

On the tall attics on both sides of the river, richly dressed dignitaries and dignitaries stood, and ordinary people put down a boat or Lotus flower under the bridge, on which they entrusted their bright expectations for the future.

Today is the most lively and extraordinary festival in the Song Dynasty - Shangyuan Festival.

Soon, several beautifully dressed girls slowly approached the crowd in a small boat.

They all painted delicate makeup, or held lanterns in their hands, or supported various musical instruments such as Pipa.

Each one is graceful and graceful.

"Is that Miss Zhirou?"

"It's really beautiful."

A restaurant waiter with a towel on his shoulders couldn't help but admire the beauties on board.

A boy like him has never seen much in the world, and when he meets a girl who dresses up casually, he thinks she is extremely beautiful.

The companions on the side laughed.

"I don't know them, they are all the flower girls of Qingyufang."

"Miss Zhirou is so easy to see?"

"It's all for big shots. It's nice for us ordinary people to have these girls."

The companion spoke in a gradually low tone.

Even the low-level beauties like me who can only be seen are the leftovers of big shots.

Today, the rich merchants and princes and nobles in Yong'an City are gearing up just to see Miss Zhirou's stunning beauty.

However, this opportunity cannot be bought with money. If you want to meet the real face, you need to be invited by Miss Zhirou herself.

As for the conditions that are valued by Miss Zhirou~ It's more metaphysics.

Depends on her mood.

The so-called beautiful face is hard to buy when you are unhappy, but if you are happy, it is not necessarily true that you don’t want a bride price.

Su Ning followed the crowd to the boat and found that the treasure ship was as high as a three-story building. She was a little surprised at how it stopped on the small Qinhuai River.

The few people and the girl Zhirou on the opposite side were separated by a thin curtain, and they could only see a graceful figure inside.

She seemed to be sitting upright, with a guqin in front of her.

Sitting inside was Zhirou, whom thousands of people fell in love with in Yong'an City. She lowered her head, and the surrounding maids couldn't see her expression clearly.

Zhirou stretched out a jade finger as slender as a bamboo shoot. It was painted with red nail polish, which was bright in color but not frivolous.

The woman sitting upright has picturesque eyebrows and eyes, her long hair is dragging on the ground like a waterfall, and her peony and red robe is elegant and dignified. People can't help but sigh that even if it is compared with the Luanfeng in the current court, it is not inferior at all.

It's just that she is admired by everyone, desired by men, and envied by women, but she doesn't seem to take pleasure in it.

Although she tried her best to stabilize Own's mood, there was still a slight sadness at the corner of her eyebrows.

Bored, she took bamboo slips one by one from the bamboo slips on one side.

"Li Rusong, Huang Gonghe, Chu Qianqiu...and that Mr. Huang who is already seventy or eighty."

Zhirou casually threw the note on the ground, and the maid at the side quickly knelt down to put it away and put it back in the bamboo tube.

These are all the names of high-ranking dignitaries in the capital, Miss Zhirou can be careless about these slaves but she cannot neglect them.

If these high-spirited bigwigs find out that own name Jane is being treated like this, no one can bear to vent their anger on them.

"These men are sanctimonious hypocrites, but a bunch of lechers,

But he wants to be coquettish. "

"Greasy!"

Girl Zhirou gently supported her forehead, combed the hair on her forehead, and her words were all contemptuous.

Her expression was still gloomy, and she picked up the bamboo slip in the bamboo tube and suddenly saw the name on it.

The worried face couldn't help being amused with a knowing smile.

Cherry Xiao said in a straight voice,

"Gibard the Great Richardson."

"Who would call such an obscene name?"

(Guo Zhirou)