Chapter 240 Look at my mood

Song Houye didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and nodded in agreement, "There are too many people who don't pay attention to Miss Shen, and I don't see that she has any ability to make people pay attention to her."

Qian Fengyu couldn't stand it, and retorted emotionally, "Ms. Shen's martial arts are higher than those of our princes. I'm afraid Song Houye's skills are not as good as hers."

"If Song Houye says she has no ability, does Song Houye have even less ability?"

It was rare for Master Song to be cut off by the junior, but he still contradicted him, blushing with anger, his neck was thick, and he fought back angrily with his face flushed.

"What is the fifth prince talking about? How good can a woman's skills be?"

"Besides, as a woman, what does it look like to wield knives and guns?"

His mood fluctuated greatly, and his words kept coming out.

With a bang, the door opened.

Qing He appeared in the eyes of everyone, with angry flames in her eyes, and a long whip in her hand.

"Those who slander my lady, no matter you are Lord Song or Lord Ma, I will beat you until you apologize to my lady!"

After the furious Qinghe finished speaking, he waved his long whip and shot Song Houye.

Lord Song Hou has some real skills in him.

Although Qing He has gained some strength, she is still much inferior to the seasoned Lord Song Hou.

Colorful followed the movement, and saw that Qinghe was at a disadvantage, and Song Houye's methods were very ruthless, so she rushed forward to help.

Shen Jiaojiao sat upstairs, watching the movement outside the downstairs door through the window.

"The flaw is below."

A clear and beautiful voice fell.

Yan Hong understood, and attacked Lord Song's legs.

A heavy kick hit Song Houye in the lower body.

He was so focused on fighting with them that he couldn't take care of it for a while, and he almost couldn't stand still after being kicked.

"Left...lower right...middle..."

Following Shen Jiaojiao's command, Song Houye was completely defeated within a few moves.

The two hands were pinned behind each of them, one by one.

Qing He kicked Master Song's feet, forcing him to kneel down facing the gate.

"They learned a lesson for what they said, and Lord Song Hou was no exception."

Shen Jiaojiao, who took off her veil, smiled lightly with a bit of frivolity, and raised her brows as if she was smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes.

The frivolousness in her words, from her crisp words, made people feel that there was nothing wrong with it.

As if she should be like this, she can proudly raise her chin and stare at them.

"It doesn't matter if you look down on me now, I hope that in the future, you can be like this instead of begging for mercy on your knees."

Her slender plain hands held a small transparent medicine bottle, which contained crystal clear liquid.

"I'm in a bad mood today, the auction house only auctions these spirit liquids."

"As for the next time the auction of the spiritual liquid will start—"

Shen Jiaojiao's words paused for a moment, and she glanced at them below, her glamorous gaze was piercingly icy, her delicate and charming lips parted slightly, "—it depends on my mood."

Such arrogant words made none of them dare to refute.

The liquid is in her hands, and she can arrange it however she wants.

They have no say.

There is no right to decide.

With a sound of 'Boom—', Qingcai rang the bronze drum, calling back everyone's thoughts and shouting.

"Lengxuege Auction House, the auction on the first day has officially started. Guests are invited to take their seats according to the number plates in their hands."

"Remember to take your belongings with you and go to the front desk to register."

(End of this chapter)

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