Although it is shameful for a woman to marry since ancient times, she has also taken the initiative to make the position of the Crown Princess.
What's more, behind her is her father who has always loved her, the prime minister of the dynasty - Su Shi.
Now I first understand what the young man on the upstairs is and what is his relationship with the Seventh Princess.
"Shopkeeper Feng!" Su Qianluo shouted in front of him indifferently.
Manager Feng stopped the abacus in his hand, smiled, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Su Xiao, what are the instructions for Miss Su?"
Su Qianluo lazily raised his black eyes and glanced at him, "Shopkeeper Feng, do you know who was living in Room 7 of that emperor?"
"The Emperor's Room No. 7? I think about it..." When Manager Feng heard this, he touched his chin and thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Call Mo Xiaoqi! I remember very clearly that the boy is so handsome,
I'm afraid it's hard to find a second one in this dynasty! He wanted two rooms, and the tall man with him was Yan Caiwu!"
Su Qianluo narrowed his eyes and repeated the name "Mo Xiaoqi" in his heart.
He raised his eyes and continued to ask, "Where are you from without registration?"
"Yes, the shop dare not do things in accordance with the rules. Please wait a moment, I will check it for you!" Manager Feng picked up the corner of his clothes with one hand, spread it out with the other, and strode towards the back of the tent.
Take out a thick booklet from the drawer, open it, and search it slowly.
"It's from Nanming!" Manager Feng pointed to the list that was registered and re-registered.
Su Qianluo smiled coldly, his face full of viciousness, and soon changed into a pretty face with a smile.
"It's my fault that Butler Feng!" Su Qianluo said gently, his eyes as blue as water emitted a strange light.
Butler Feng was stunned and smiled and said, "You're welcome, Su Xiao, please give me instructions if you have anything to do!"
"Well, go and do it!" Su Qianluo smiled sweetly and nodded.
As soon as Butler Feng walked away, the smile on her face disappeared again, and her hands and ten fingers were tightly tucked together.
As expected, the young man was the Seventh Princess.
Unfortunately, it's a bit different from the rumor.
It seems that you have to go and inquire again. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you never win a hundred battles.
However, my temper should be restrained. My father once taught her that laughter is the most powerful weapon.
It seems that for such an opponent, she must show some level.
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After listening to the right and wrong of Yan Caiwu, Ling Xiaohan realized that such a big thing had happened to the little thing after he left.
Very good, the people who dare to treat him like this, Nan Mingguo doesn’t want to gain a foothold in the Mukar Continent.
I haven't fought a war for a long time, so it seems that I have to find an opportunity to stretch my muscles and bones, otherwise the reputation of the "Immortal God of War" will be destroyed.
"Little thing, I have never heard of this heart-burning place. How do you find it?" Ling Xiaohan frowned, and there was a deep feeling between his eyebrows.
"I plan to stay in the imperial city for a few days first and visit more teahouses and places with dense crowds." Nan Liyou looked at him with a pursed lips and responded indifferently.
"Well, you and that guy will try it out more. After I return to the palace, I will check out some ancient books to see if there is anything!" Ling Xiaohan ignored her indifference, closed her hands tightly, and a little seriousness surprised Nan Liyou.
"Your Highness, I don't call that guy! Hey, don't call me Xiaowuzi! Don't think you are the boss's future husband. Prince Lingtian, my little fifth son is afraid of you! Humph! With my boss here, you too
At most it is a paper tiger!" Yan Cai slapped the table on May 1st and shouted arrogantly.