The Peerless Concubine of the King's Favorite

Chapter 82 A word that awakens the dreamer (1)
Chu Qing raised her eyebrows: "If you are reluctant, you can be a hero to save the beauty."

Shui Qianliu sneered: "What does that girl have to do with me? I'm just curious about how you plan to deal with her."

Chu Qing didn't hide it, and she didn't mind letting the two men in the room know her dark side. "After the wine goes out, a special medicinal powder will be sprinkled on the silk scarf. After Hu Furong pats the silk scarf, she will be reluctant to wash it, and will keep it next to her body. Maybe she will rub her ears against her temples day and night, and her face will be damaged when the time comes. Or a certain part of the body will..."

The more Chu Qing spoke, his tone became more dense, but he could hear Shui Qianliu feeling a chill.Yu Wensang tried his best to suppress a smile.

"Stop!" Shui Qianliu couldn't help interrupting Chu Qing's words, raised her eyebrows and sneered, "I didn't know that Xiao Qing'er had such a smart side." She didn't need him to clean up her plan, but But she tricked her into using the silk scarf, clearly out of disgust for him and the idea of ​​dealing with Hu Furong at the same time.

"It's a great honor for Chu Qing to be appreciated by the number one son in the world, Shui Qianliu." Chu Qing smiled.

"How do you know she will definitely come?" Shui Qianliu asked again.

This time, Chu Qing smiled and said nothing.How could she tell him that she was indirectly controlling Hu Shaoan?When Hu Furong learned that there were items used by Shui Qianliu at the auction, it was naturally her who let out the rumors, which reached her ears through Hu Shaoan's mouth.

Looking at Chu Qing who was smiling like a little fox, Shui Qianliu and Yu Wensang's eyes were blank.They have never discovered that this woman has another unique style when she becomes sly.

"To put it simply, an auction means that each item has a reserve price lower than its value. Afterwards, you can bid according to the valuation of the item in your heart, and the highest bidder will be able to own the item. When bidding, take The time limit for three calls is limited, and if no one bids a higher price within three times, the product will belong to the last bidder."

When Jiujiu came to the venue holding the tray, Chu Zhengyang had already introduced the rules of the auction.

Such a novel way of selling made the middle-earth merchants feel refreshed. Even the three stewards of Yuwensang's family whispered thoughtfully, and then looked at Chu Zhengyang, and their eyes seemed to have changed.

Jiujiu handed the tray covered with red silk to the hand of Fusu who was at the side, and after telling Chu Qing's words, he quietly left.

Fusu restrained the smile in his heart, walked up to the high platform with the tray, stood beside Chu Zhengyang, listened to it, and after telling the young lady's words, he stood beside the auction stage with the tray indifferently.

Chu Zhengyang looked strange, coughed lightly, and said to the crowd: "Everyone, the first trial item in this auction is the sweat towel used by Shui Qianliu, the number one prince in the world. The reserve price is one tael of silver." .”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Hu Furong clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand excitedly, her eyes shot at the tray in Fusu's hand like torches, wishing she could snatch it right away.

However, many people were in an uproar because of this weird auction item.Although the number one son in the world is famous, is it really appropriate to auction off his personal belongings at such a low price?

Han You, who was sitting in the corner, frowned, his eyes full of doubts.It seems to be guessing the relationship between the Chu family and the number one son in the world.

In the royal room on the second floor, Zhao Shenggao coughed lightly, the brocade handkerchief in his hand touched the corner of his mouth, smiled faintly, and muttered to himself: "The silk handkerchief of the best prince in the world? Interesting."

And in a hidden room next to the wing, Shui Qianliu stared viciously at Chu Qing who was smiling naturally, and asked through gritted teeth, "The silk handkerchief I used is only worth a tael of silver in your heart?"

Whether the silk handkerchief used by the number one young master in the world is worth only one or two taels of silver? Chu Qing didn't answer Shui Qianliu, but raised his eyebrows, letting him see for himself.

On the field, there was a lot of discussion about the alternative auction item.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "How do we know that this silk handkerchief was used by Mr. Shui?"

With this sound, Hu Furong, who had already left the chair slightly, paused, sat down again, bit her lip, and fixedly stared at Chu Zhengyang on the stage, waiting for his explanation.

Chu Qing looked at Shui Qianliu with a smile, and the latter looked a little creepy in her eyes: "Look at me."

"The only one who can prove that the silk handkerchief was indeed used by Mr. Shui is Mr. Shui himself." Chu Qing smiled as a matter of course.

Shui Qianliu raised her lips evilly, and leaned lazily on the couch: "What does this have to do with me?" The playfulness in his eyes seemed to be waiting for Chu Qing's embarrassment of not being able to prove the origin of that silk handkerchief.

Chu Qing was not in a hurry, just poured tea for Yu Wensang and himself with a smile: "I was going to teach Hu Furong a lesson this time. Mr. Shui is in a dilemma at this moment. Could it be that he pities the beauty and refuses to help?"

A light flashed in Shui Qianliu's eyes, and he smiled in a deep voice: "I'm just more concerned about the return after this help." This little girl really makes people unable to relax. Acknowledge, tell its purpose.Now, if he doesn't continue to help, he will lose his reputation for being sympathetic to Hu Furong.

Chu Qing put down the teapot, smiled at Yu Wensang, then turned to look at Shui Qianliu, and blinked: "Young Master, don't you know what it means to show kindness without expecting repayment?"

With a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, Shui Qianliu gritted his teeth and said, "It turns out that Xiao Qing'er's face has nothing to do with Bo Yi."

"Thank you, thank you." Chu Qing picked up the teacup, made a toast to Shui Qianliu, and took a sip of it to his lips.

Looking at this unhurried little face, Shui Qianliu felt helpless.I had no choice but to use my internal strength and shouted: "Today, I will use one thing to cheer for the Chu family's auction. Who would dare to doubt me?"

The sound seemed to fall from the sky, covering the entire venue like a golden bell, and it made people's ears hurt, but they couldn't tell where the sound came from.

"It's really Mr. Shui!" Someone said in surprise.

This kind of proof undoubtedly made Hu Furong feel relieved, but because of this illusory voice from heaven, it made her excited.

"Boss Chu, is Mr. Shui here?" Someone stood up and asked.

At this moment, Chu Zhengyang smiled mysteriously, stood in front of the auction stage, and shouted loudly: "The auction starts now, and the bid cannot be lower than the reserve price every time."

Sparks flashed in Hu Furong's eyes, she was determined to get this silk handkerchief.

Hu Boyi lowered his eyes, thinking about something in his heart.

In the private room, a black-clothed dark guard came out, and clasped his fists at Zhao Chenggao, who was coughing lightly from the sound: "Master, I'm humbled to go and have a look."

Zhao Shenggao regained his breath, but Yin Ji took a sip of the tea and waved his hand: "No need. How can you get close to the number one prince in the world?"

The dark guard retreated silently.

Zhao Shenggao muttered to himself with playfulness in his eyes: "I didn't expect that there is some kind of connection between the Chu family and the number one son in the world."

(End of this chapter)