17 Some Serious PDA(2)

As soon as her words fell, the carriage curtain was opened from the inside by a strong internal force, and a picture of a beauty sleeping lightly came into view!

Murong Yun open his eyes and looked at Luo Qianqian.

Today, Luo Qianqian wore a pale green gown with a delicate belt on her little waist showing her shape perfectly.

The hair style is also simple, just holding a peach blossom lotus root, the long pearl jade ribbon adds her soft and beautiful color, and has a fresh and elegant natural beauty.

Murong Yun calmly adjusted the his own gown.

Seeing the beauty in front of him, he is more determined to win her heart.

Not only because she might be able to alleviate his illness, he decided from the beginning that she was the only one.

"Master, shall I start to unload now?" Feng Qing endured the bitterness in his heart.

He really doesn't know what his Master was thinking. The Prince's Treasury is almost emptied!

"Sure." Murong Yun looked indifferent until he came to Luo Qianqian, and caught Luo Qianqian's hand.

Luo Qianqian gave him a puzzled gaze: "What do you mean by such a big show?"

Murong Yun's eyes smiled, only when he was facing Luo Qianqian, he showed tenderness: "Naturally, it's my betrothal gift for you."

"Betrothal gift?"

The next second, Luo Qianqian looked at it and could not help but gasped!

She saw Feng Qing carrying boxes of gifts from the carriage. Every time he moved one, Luo Qianqian eyes turned greener and greener.

Xiaobai also saw such a scene and said in horror: "Master, Prince Eight is so rich, if you take out any of these things and sell them, you can buy a city! "

"F***!" Where could Luo Qianqian be able to bear it? She struggle in Murong Yun arms, but he won't let her go, just smile and said, "Don't be nervous, there is still many behind."

Where is she nervous?

She is excited! Can you not figure it out and hide it?

Seeing that the storehouse in Luo Pavilion was about to be full, Xiaoyue was about to cry. Why did the Prince Eight ... gave so many gifts?

If the Prime Minister and the Ladies know, how will she and the lady cope?

Luo Qianqian's stimulated brain was empty, "Murong Yun, you let me go, I want to see the gifts."

Seeing her eager look, like a wealthy fan, Murong Yun's heart was soft, so that's fine. If she loves money, just give it to her.

"I'll stay with you." Murong Yun never let go. For the sake of so many good treasures, she didn't care about it, "Okay!"

She has never had so many treasures in her life!

Although there are more treasures in those spaces, you need to buy them with points. You can only look at them. This is different. This is all hers! Murong Yan said it personally, it's all hers!

Study Room

Prime Minister Luo is reading a book, also thinking about when the Prince Eight will come.

He didn't know that the Prince Eight had ignored him directly and went looking for his future wife himself.

"Master, master bad news!" From outside, a middle-aged man with a housekeeper-like appearance pushed the door of the room eagerly, because he was so anxious that he even forgot to wait outside the door. He come inside, Prime Minister Luo glanced at the person displeasedly, "Butler, why is it so unruly? Did I let you in?"

The butler knelt on the ground in a panic, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead in an anxious manner. "Master, it is an urgent matter, you should go to Luo Pavillion to see it!"

Slam!

Prime Minister Luo patted the book heavily on the table, "What happened to Luo Pavillion?"

That's his favorite yard!

The butler paused for a moment and changed his breath: "To return to the Prime Minister, the Prince Eight... Prince Eight are here, and sending all the gifts to Luo Pavillion!"

It turned out to be this thing, and Prime Minister Luo waved his hand pretending to be generous: "The Prime Minister knows the matter of the gift, it's okay, don't say a lot. Since the Prince Eight is here, let's go see him."

The butler had a lot of words to say, but choose to respond lowly, "Yes, Master ..."

Will you really not regret it when you see it?

So many betrothal gifts, even the emperor never done such a thing!

Rushing all the way from the gate to the Luo Pavillion, you can see a long line of carriages.

Prime Minister Luo rubbed his eyes again and again, he can't believe it, and asked sternly, "What's going on?"

The butler bowed his body and said, "Return to the Prime Minister, the old slave just counted the carriages, and there were a total of twenty-five ... all, all of them were the gifts from the Prince Eight for the Fourth Lady!"

At this time, the butler was very fortunate that he had not bullied Fourth Lady himself. She does not recognize him at all.

Prime Minister Luo old blood was stuck in his throat. He just saw the Prince Eight personally delivered things. With one glance, Prime Minister Luo regretful bowel was going to be green!

With so many treasures... why did he say that Luo Qianqian can have it all?

the f****?

If so many treasures enter the treasury, his official position will only be more stable in the future!

"Hurry up, hurry ..." Prime Minister Luo face was iron blue, his hands clenched tightly.

He originally thought that although the Prince Eight was dignified, he is inhumane, and marrying Luo Qianqian was only dealing with errands. How could he ever think that the Prince Eight would take it so seriously?

Even the Emperor do not have such a huge amount of wealth?

On the other side, First Lady was not calm.

"Is this true ?!" The lady's chest goes ups and downs, and her sharp voice could almost broke eardrums.

"It's really is First Lady, Lord Prime Minister has rushed there by now." Hongyu lowered her head.

An angry expression appeared on Luo Yuyan's face, and she threw a vase on the cabinet to the ground. "Mother, don't you say that the Prince Eight are just playing with Luo Qianqian? How could he give so many gifts to that little bitch? "

"Yuyan, calm down!" First Lady's head was spinning quickly, as if something was out of her control.

Luo Qianqian this girl, is getting more and more uncontrollable!

"How can I calm down? The Prince Eight, who is so powerful, is such a perfect man and that he originally belonged to me! The betrothal gift should be mine too!" Luo Yuyan yelled loudly.

"Yuyan, you forgot that the Prince Eight could not have a son? This also means that he cannot inherit the throne. How can we marry such an excellent girl as Yuyan to him?"

Because of what the First Lady said, Luo Yuyan gradually calmed down, but her jealousy made her want to go crazy!

She sat in a chair in a grievance: "Mother ... I know what you said is true, but the little slut Luo Qianqian is almost stepping on my head, how can I be pleased?"

The First Lady looked out of the window with a deep gaze, and she smiled unpredictably: "How could your mother allow it? Silly Yuyan, let's go and see."