The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Jun Zhu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing after seeing this, "Master Yang used swords all his life, but he never thought that the last sword he forged would be used as a matchmaker. Bar?"

"Young lady's words are wrong!" Nan Yiweng interjected, "Although Yang Qianren is not married, he has a confidante. It is said that this half-edged sword was forged by him and the woman together, so this sword also has a The alias is called Bu Er Jian, which means my heart is Bu Er!"

"No two?" Hai Weilan raised the corners of her lips, "That's a good name, I've decided, let's play with that sword!"

Her voice was so loud that the people next to her glared at her.Jiufang Miaozhi also heard it, and glanced at her with bright eyes, then quickly looked away.

Hai Weilan shuddered suddenly, looked around, but found nothing unusual. [

Yuan Qiyan stared over with some displeasure, "Don't mess around, don't you want to be the son-in-law of Zhulu Villa?"

Hai Weilan suppressed the strange feeling and approached with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

Yuan Qiyan snorted coldly with disdain, "Is that kind of vulgar fan worth fighting for?"

Hai Weilan looked at him suspiciously, "Which one is worth fighting for?"

Yuan Qiyan heard that she knew the consultant and ignored her angrily. After a while, he said, "I like scallions dipped in miso!"

Hai Weilan was stunned for a moment, then remembered what she had said to him, "I'm just scallions dipped in miso sauce, if you want to eat shredded pork with Beijing sauce, go to another restaurant", her heart warmed up, and she was about to say a few words, Nan Yiweng interjected ignorantly, "Boy, you look so noble, I didn't expect you to be as good as me, old man?"

Yuan Qiyan was angry, "Who is like you?!"

Hai Weilan couldn't help laughing out loud, causing everyone to look this way.

At this moment, Jiufang Yunyi had finished talking nonsense, and said loudly: "Everyone who should read has seen it, and I have said what should be said, then please send one from each of the twelve sects. The final contest..."

"I don't think it's that troublesome anymore!" An empty voice came from mid-air, cutting off his words.

Everyone was startled, looked up hastily, and saw a cloud of black smoke descending from the sky, landing directly in front of Jiufang Yunyi.The smoke dissipated suddenly, and a figure appeared.

He was wearing a black cloak with a hood, and the hood was low, covering most of his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his figure, he should be a man.

Jiufang Yunyi hastily took his daughter and took a step back, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Several of his attendants flew over quickly, guarding the father and daughter on both left and right. The twelve sects also held down their weapons as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Only the three old monks sat still.

The man laughed strangely, "Isn't the owner of Jiufang wanting to recruit a son-in-law? I meet the conditions you said!" The voice was still empty, and it was impossible to tell how old he was.

Jiufang Miaozhi's eyes showed panic when he heard this, and he hid and hid behind Jiufang Yunyi.

Jiufang Yunyi showed anger, "Who the hell are you? Could it be that you are here to make trouble?"

"If I want to make trouble, what can you do to me?" The man's tone was very arrogant.

Jiufang Yunyi sneered, "Then you will have to come and go!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand and said, "Take this person down for me!"

"Yes!" The four attendants agreed, raised their weapons horizontally and were about to step forward, when they suddenly felt that their legs were weak, unable to lift up half of their strength, they fell to the ground one after another...