The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 232 Bright Moon Pavilion 8
Beimo Qian's pupils shrank, and he withdrew the spiritual power in his hand angrily. He forgot that this was not another place, but Mingyue Pavilion.

And the pavilion master of Mingyue Pavilion is said to be very stingy and protective of his weaknesses.

Someone beat up the waiter of Mingyue Pavilion before, and all the people in Mingyue Pavilion pushed them to the ground and beat them up.

Although it was not fatal, it hit the most painful place of the person. When the person who was beaten went to the street, absolutely no one could tell who he was.

"Of course this king will give face to the owner of the Mingyue Pavilion, but I also hope that the owner will not cheat for personal gain in the future," said Bei Moqian, looking towards the third floor.

Then he said: "Even the royal family can't go to the VIP room on the third floor without permission, but Nan Lingge can. The difference in treatment is so obvious, don't you think that others can't see it?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar. Of course they knew that the person who asked to see Beimo Xiangyu's nails was on the third floor. At that time, they only thought it was because of their relationship with the owner of the Mingyue Pavilion.

But from Beimo Qiankou, he heard the word Nanlingge. Because the status of the four great families in Beimo country is deeply rooted, even a three-year-old child knows the surnames of the four great families, so how could they not know.

For a moment, everyone's eyes became weird, and they began to discuss in a low voice.

Seeing the scene, the auctioneer was a little out of control, and was about to speak, but a clear and gentle voice rang out in the venue.

"My guest of Mingyue Pavilion, I don't allow other people to make irresponsible remarks. If Lord Qian saw Miss Nanling go up to the third floor because he wanted to go up to the third floor but was not allowed by the owner of the pavilion, he would hold grudges." In my heart, I want to slander the reputation of my Mingyue Pavilion."

A look of displeasure flashed across Moshang Jiuli's eyes, he hated people who had nothing to do and provoked trouble, not to mention picking fire on someone he cared about.

Even though Moshang Jiuli spoke as warmly as jade as usual, Nan Lingge still felt his anger.

Nan Lingge gave him a strange look, assuming that, as he said, it was because Bei Moqian had slandered his reputation in Mingyue Pavilion.

Bei Moqian once wanted to go to the VIP room on the third floor. Obviously, most of the people downstairs knew about it, and they all cast their eyes on Bei Moqian, obviously asking "Are you really holding a grudge?".

Bei Moqian was blocked by Moshang Jiuli's words at first, but now facing everyone's suspicious eyes, he choked on his breath and almost didn't come up.

Beimo Qian stared at the third floor, as if he wanted to see through the window screen what the owner of the Mingyue Pavilion looked like inside.

At this moment, Moshang Jiuli's voice sounded again: "What else is there for Prince Qian?"

The implication is, if there is nothing to do, just leave Mingyue Pavilion.

Beimo Qianyi flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "It's okay!"

Beimoqian knew that the owner of Mingyue Pavilion was now on Nan Lingge's side, so he didn't want to pursue the auction of Beimo Xiangyu's nails in Mingyue Pavilion to avoid further complications.

And before coming, Emperor Beimo told himself that the owner of Mingyue Pavilion is very mysterious, so don't offend him.

And now that the pavilion masters of Mingyue Pavilion have come forward, Bei Moqian dare not say any more, he has already been tricked by Xi Yu Keer, if he conflicts with the pavilion master of Mingyue Pavilion again.

Bei Moqian knew that no matter how much Bei Mo Huang liked him, this time, he would not easily bypass him.

"Since it's all right, go back to your private room and continue the auction, or leave Mingyue Pavilion directly." The voice that couldn't hear the joy or anger continued down from the third floor.

(End of this chapter)