MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 292 And the prince is so arrogant

Everyone was frightened by the whip raised by the young man in red. If the whip fell on that young man's face, his appearance would be completely ruined.

Are all men this powerful now? Talking about throwing the whip?

If anyone marries such a husband in the future, what kind of wife will he be?

When the whip fell, the man opposite turned pale with fright, and the little man holding the whip was still angry.

It's just that the imagined pain didn't come, but the whip fell into the hands of a beautiful woman.

Qiao Yun turned his head and was about to swear at someone, but when he met that person's face, he swallowed back the words, and all the anger in his heart disappeared when he saw that face.

The appearance of the country and the city. Shocked the world.

There are such good-looking women in this world, the water and soil of this southern country really support people.

"Miss Nine..."

When the young master on the opposite side saw the person coming, his pale face instantly became a little more bloody, and his eyes were also tinged with shyness.

Blessed her body towards Nanjun, but didn't dare to call out her identity directly.

Nan Jun looked at the man across from him in puzzlement. Does this man know him?

"No matter what the reason is, you shouldn't commit crimes in the street."

Nan Jun looked at Qiao Yun disapprovingly, and handed him the whip in his hand.

Qiao Yun in this life has an arrogance never seen before, but Nan Jun quite likes his wanton and flamboyant character.

Is such a gentle woman talking to herself?

Qiao Yun foolishly took her whip, the temperature of her hand still remained on the whip, as if she couldn't control it, the always domineering little prince nodded obediently.

"This young master is very capable. Yu'er just took a fancy to a hairpin, but he almost got whipped by him."

Seeing that Nan Jun didn't look at him, Lin Yu'er felt aggrieved in her heart, and couldn't help but whispered, I really feel pity for the aggrieved look, as if something happened to Qiao Yun.

"You're talking nonsense! I clearly saw the hairpin first. If you want to grab it, I'll beat you!"

Qiao Yun's cuteness just now has long since disappeared, and he has become that little firecracker with staring eyes and unforgiving eyes just now.

Although the young man in red under the sun had a bit of a temper, he was full of energy. Seeing him arguing with others, Nan Jun also curled the corners of his mouth.

What a good character he is!

Being able to be herself and do whatever she wants is what she wants to give him.

This time, Lin Yu'er did not compete with Qiao Yun like she did just now, she just bit her lip with lowered eyes, and looked very pitiful.

Nan Jun grabbed Qiao Yun's wrist, went straight into the jewelry shop, and left Lin Yu'er who was still pretending to be weak.

"Shopkeeper, take out all the best hairpins in your shop for this young master to choose."

The shopkeeper is a well-informed person, most of the nobles in the imperial city will come to her to buy jewelry.

The onlookers may not recognize it, but she does recognize the court dress on this young lady, which is a phoenix pattern that only imperial daughters can wear, and the nine-tailed phoenix hairpin on her head, which belongs to a prostitute. Accessories!

It's just that everyone in the world knows that the Empress Dowager's Royal Highness has always been in poor health, seldom going out, and her age is not right.

Then this person can only be the Nine Emperor Daughter Nanjun who was raised under the empress' knees since childhood and was regarded by the empress as her own.

"Yes, please wait a moment, Miss and Young Master."

The shopkeeper's attitude changed drastically in an instant, and Qiao Yun, who was at the side, almost cursed out of shock.

When he came to pick out the hairpin just now, the shopkeeper wanted to help that white lotus bully him and insisted on giving up the hairpin. Why is he so obedient now?

Qiao Yun looked curiously at the woman beside him, who was still holding his wrist, neither loose nor tight.

"You... who are you?"

Qiao Yun pulled his wrist from Nan Jun's hand, and asked with a small mouth.

"I'm Nan Jun."

Nan Jun chuckled, and directly said the name he wanted, but he didn't know if the child in front of him knew that she was from the royal family.

Qiao Yun glanced at Nan Jun suspiciously, before he could speak again, the shopkeeper over there had already walked over with an exquisite tray.

"Miss, our most exquisite hairpins are here..."

"let it go!"

Seeing the shopkeeper put down the tray, Nan Jun raised his chin and signaled Qiao Yun to come and choose.

"It's an apology for you, young master, choose yourself!"

For some reason, her words annoyed Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun glanced back at Lin Yu'er who was standing there, and then at Nan Jun, they knew each other clearly.

And this person asked him to choose the hairpin because of the man's apology, for no reason, Qiao Yun felt depressed for a while.

"Who cares about your crap!"

Qiao Yun bit her lip and stared at Nan Jun, but when she looked over, she turned and left.

Nan Jun touched his nose innocently, how did he provoke that little ancestor?

"His Royal Highness..."

Only then did Lin Yu'er dare to step forward, bowed to Nanjun, and called out in a low voice.

Nan Jun pretended to be ignorant, just inspected those hairpins, then picked up one, shook it at the shopkeeper, and said, "Go to the Nine Princes' Mansion to get the silver."

"Yes."

The shopkeeper hastily bowed in response, she guessed really well, that person was indeed His Royal Highness Nine Emperors.

"Nine…"

Lin Yu'er took a few steps to chase after him, but Nan Jun had long since disappeared.

Lin Yu'er's eyes were reddened by Nan Jun's familiarity, and he always felt that the Ninth Prince seemed to have changed in her.

Holding the jade hairpin in his hand, Nan Jun was not in a hurry to find the little man who left angrily, but walked slowly towards his mansion.

Nan Jun was dressed in court clothes, riding a horse with a heroic posture.

The carriage of the mission had already entered the city gate, looking at the red veil hanging on the leading carriage, Nan Jun couldn't help but see the arrogant and domineering little prince in front of his eyes.

Nan Jun never saw the little man's face even though he was sending him to the posthouse.

Thinking back to the day when he sneaked into the city to play, the nameless anger in his heart was still there!

Before leaving, Nan Jun took out an exquisite box from his arms and handed it to the servant serving the envoy, asking him to hand it over to Prince He.

Qiao Yun took a hot bath, sat on the soft couch with her wet hair covered, looked at this strange environment, and couldn't help but flatten her mouth.

"Your Highness, haven't you always liked the customs of the southern country? Why are you unhappy now?"

Xiaoqiu is Qiao Yun's personal servant. He has served by his side since he was a child, and has won Qiao Yun's trust the most.

"Hmph! What customs? They're just raccoon dogs!"

Thinking of that woman named Nan Jun protecting the man who robbed her of the hairpin that day, Qiao Yun felt uncomfortable. Why should she apologize for him?

They just bullied him as a foreigner and bullied him as not a southerner.