Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 381 The Empress Willing to Be Your Majesty's Minister (31)

Yan Luo's beauty is unparalleled, enough to have the capital to drive the women of Xi country crazy.

Even if he is just a fallen man, there are still countless noble women who bring a lot of money just to beg him for one night.

Such a cash cow is naturally impossible to give up easily.

She built this Fengming Tower single-handedly, but only for personal gain.

A businessman naturally has the elegance of a businessman.

If the other party is willing to offer an exciting price, then it is not impossible to redeem Yan Luo.

As the owner of Fengming Tower, it is not too much for her to make such a request.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the expression of the boy opposite.

Qing Ye's eyes were cold, her every move was alienated, and there was an inviolable coercion on her body.

The young man put his fingertips lightly on the table, and said softly, "Yes, three times the price of the first night."

After saying that, Qingye slowly took out the banknote from her sleeve, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of the owner of Fengminglou.

"In the first night plus the ransom, one cent is not a lot."

The young man said coldly.

How could the prime minister of Fengyuan Kingdom not have the resourcefulness of the city government.

At first, he chased power and tried to change the rules of the world.

Extraneous things such as money also come in continuously like accessories.

Carrying it with you is also a kind of premeditation.

After all, in this world, to a certain extent, money can be omnipotent.

Like now.

The owner of Fengming Building took the bank notes, silently counted them, and respectfully said to the young man on the opposite side: "Then, Yan Luo will belong to the young master. I will go and get Yan Luo's contract of sale to the young master."

Hearing the sound, Qing Ye frowned slightly.

After waiting for a while, the owner of Fengming Tower handed over the contract of sale to Qingye.

The boy just took it without saying a word, without looking at it, and put it directly into the sleeve.

Then he got up indifferently and went upstairs.

…

Qingye stood at the door of Yan Luo's room, was silent for a moment, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.

for a moment.

The door is opened.

After a cup of tea, the two sat facing each other.

Yan Luo added new tea.

With a bit of hostility in Qing Ye's cold eyes, she unhurriedly sized up the handsome young man in front of her.

So delicate, and her appearance is the same.

His Majesty took it back and looked upset.

Best never to see you again.

After a moment of silence, Qing Ye pushed the deed of sale to Yan Luo.

Indifferent tone: "Now, you are free."

Yan Luo was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the things the other party handed over.

It was indeed his contract of sale.

"Did that girl send you here?"

Yan Luo put away the deed of sale, then raised his eyes to look at the cold young man opposite, and asked suspiciously.

Qing Ye narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips irritably.

After a pause, her thin lips parted slightly: "What deal did you make with her?"

The prime minister in white lowered his eyelashes slightly, covering his increasingly deep eyes.

After the other party finished speaking, Yan Luo slowly handed the purse to Qing Ye.

Said: "That girl traded with me is this thing."

"Pouch?"

Qing Ye squinted her eyes, and there was a bit of obvious coldness in her voice.

Yan Luo was also taken aback by the other party's cold voice, and explained: "It's not a purse, it's something in the purse."

Qing Ye raised her eyes, looked at the other party indifferently, and took the purse with a cold face.

The boy lowered his eyes and opened the purse.

The white beads inside were exposed.

Qingye paused, narrowed her eyes slightly, and took out the bead with her fingertips.

There is a cool temperature on the white beads.

When it touched the young man's fingertips, the white beads faintly glowed with a white light, which disappeared in a flash.

Qing Ye frowned.

It seems... There is a warm stream seeping into the body along the fingertips.

It's just a momentary feeling.