Pangda was kicked, not caring at all. He said with a smile: "Boss, you won, I made a small fortune, hehe." After that, he turned around and faced the group of people who bet with him, and whispered: "I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Don't say that I bullied you, the money will belong to me."

Then he put all the gambling funds into his pocket. His peripheral market is well opened, and the dealer takes all the money.

Those viewers who lost the bet saw Pang Da put the money in their pockets and their eyes were bleeding, but they had no choice but to accept the loss. Who told them to look down on Song Li?

Pangda collected the gambling money he won, and Song Li was not idle either. He stared at Song Moran and smiled faintly: "Can you still stand up? If you can't stand up, then you will lose. According to the prior agreement, the 'Purple Heart Glazed Fire' will belong to me."

Song Moran's face turned blue with anger. Is there anyone so humiliating? He broke the bones of a person and asked if he could stand up. If I could stand up, I would have pounced on you and fought with you. Damn! He gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to stand up, but as long as he moved a little, he would feel the pain in his bones. Even though Song Moran was quite tough, he couldn't help but let out a painful hum. He gave up his efforts dejectedly.

"It seems you really can't stand up. Sorry, I'm a little heavier," Song Li said with a smile: "Since that's the case, the purple heart glass fire will belong to me. Take it out."

During the two people's fight, Zixin Liulihuo has always been kept by Song Moran's capable entourage. At this moment, seeing Song Li's eyes turn to him, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and hugged the black soil container tightly.

Song Moran's eyes were about to pop out, and his heart was bleeding! Although he was a little prince outside, in Prince Jing's mansion, because of his illegitimate status, his status was far less than that of the prince who was born in the official family. This time, he happened to photograph a rare treasure like "fire". Although it was a small fire with relatively weak energy, if it was dedicated to his father, he would look up to him a few times. Unexpectedly, he underestimated Song Li's strength and lost the treasure to him. A typical loss of his wife and soldiers, he really wanted to shake his face with a big ear.

"What? Don't you want to give it to me? The rules of the imperial capital have always been willing to accept the loss. If you go back on your word, the reputation of Prince Jing's Mansion will be a big deal in the street in the future." Seeing the entourage's expression of wanting to pay, Song Li couldn't help but snatch it up in words, thinking, grandma, if you dare not give it to me, I will fight until you are not convinced.

"Song Fu, give him the fire...!" Song Moran gritted his teeth. In front of so many people, he had to maintain the dignity and reputation of Prince Jing's Mansion, and also safeguard his only remaining trace of pride.

The entourage named Song Fu saw his master speak, walked over slowly and handed the black soil container to Song Li.

Song Li opened the lid and saw that the little purple flame stood quietly, which was the "purple heart glass fire" he created.

"Pangda, I'll sell this fire in the auction house. I've been selling it recently. It's not enough pocket money for me, so it's good to get some pocket money!" Song Li said with a smile.

His words made Song Moran's chest flutter a few times, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth again. Damn, pocket money, that was the auctioned by him for more than two million yuan.

The most annoying thing was that Song Moran was thinking about how to find a way to regain the fire from Song Li. However, he did not expect that Song Li would auction directly without hesitation, which gave him an urge to squirt blood. After that, the loss this time was too great.

"Good!" Pang Da, regardless of whether Song Moran was angry or vomiting blood, came over happily and took the black soil container. He was so happy that the boss was so awesome. After selling this fire, he could win back and sell it again. He was simply a genius in business! With such a boss, he would never suffer any loss if he had a good life and drink spicy food.

The two turned around, chatted and laughed while walking towards the auction house, and never looked at Song Moran and the others again.

"Puff..." Song Moran felt dizzy and confused. Finally, he couldn't control himself. A blood arrow rushed out of his mouth, then his head tilted and fell straight to the ground. He was so angry that he fainted!

There were many Mandela's guests among the onlookers. I heard that the fire was going to be auctioned again. Everyone followed Song Li and Pangda like they were injected with chicken blood and entered the auction house.

When Song Moran's entourage saw the little prince vomiting blood and unconscious, he hurriedly lifted him up and rushed back to Prince Jing's mansion.

The Jing Palace covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres and is a large scale. It is the second most important building complex in the imperial capital after the imperial palace and the Zhong Palace. It has nine-curved corridors, towers and water pavilions, divided into outer courtyards, inner courtyards and inner courtyards. Song Moran and his mother live in the inner courtyard.

"No, no, no, the little prince was injured!" Several followers shouted all the way. When they carried Song Moran into the inner courtyard, they met three young men in luxurious clothes. The one who walked on the left was furious when they saw them screaming. They kicked the follower to the ground and cursed: "Slaves who don't understand the rules, what a ghost howl, I didn't see that this prince has a distinguished guest."

The follower who was kicked down was Song Fu. He hurriedly got up from the ground, lowered his head and stood up respectfully, saying: "I know I am wrong, please calm down!"

The other followers were so scared that they were silent. They lowered their heads and hurried to the side, and they didn't dare to move. The angry young man was Song Mofei, the prince of Prince Jing's Mansion. He had a fierce temper, was arrogant and domineering. He was a little unhappy and wanted to beat or scold him at all. No servants in the mansion were afraid of him.

The three young people were all in light yellow robes with golden threads, showing the noble and gorgeous spirit of the prince. One of them was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a golden crown, and a longan-eye-like pearl on the top of the golden crown, which was shiny and colorful, and extremely beautiful and luxurious. The skin was fair and tender, as crystal clear as a freshly peeled lychee; a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, with their eyes rolling around, and the agility that could not be concealed as the eyes waves flowed, and even a little cunning. The oval face, the bridge of the nose was small and straight, and the red lips were red without a touch. Against the white jade-like skin, it became more and more delicate and charming, attracting reverie.

This young man was simply handsome and inconsistent. Although he was dressed in men's clothes, he stood there so pretty and the flowers in the courtyard were all lost! The unknown birds on the branches seemed to be shocked by the beauty of the boy, and the crying stopped abruptly.

"He"'s figure is not too tall, at least not as tall as the two young men around him. But the person exudes the luxurious and cold temperament, which makes him look tall! Even if there are two tall young men dressed in equally luxurious, they cannot cover his dazzling light at all! Song Mofei is burly, dark skin, leopard eyebrows, and a blue-seeing stubborn scribble on his face, and his expression is extremely rough. The man on the right is thin, his eyes are long, and there is always a sinister look between his eyebrows, which is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Looking at these two people, they were both amazing young heroes; but compared with the handsome young man in the middle, they were like a classmate.

The young man on the right head was naturally recognized by his followers. He was Song Qingshan, the prince of Prince Kang's mansion. He and Song Mofei had always been Jiao Buli Meng. Meng Buli Jiao, and the two had a very good relationship. However, they had never seen the handsome young man in the middle. They looked at the clothes, at least they were the prince of the prince's family, and they might even be the prince.

The young man's appearance is so evil. His followers have never seen such a "beautiful" man, so they forgot about etiquette for the time being, and they all stared at him with their eyes fixed on him.

Seeing that the servants in his house didn't understand the rules at all, Song Mofei dared to stare at the "distinguished guest" and looked straight, and almost pissed off! Even when he saw this "teenager", he was afraid that there would be some rudeness in his words and deeds. How could the little princess of Prince Zhong's family be these humble servants? Although the little princess is a young woman, she likes to dress up for men for some reason, it's no wonder that these followers were stunned. How could there be such a "beautiful" man in the world?

The origin of this little princess is mysterious, and Song Mofei is not very clear. She only knows that her name is Long Ziyan, not Prince Zhong's biological child. She suddenly appeared in Prince Zhong's mansion ten years ago, and at the same time, Prince Zhong's prince Song Qiuhan disappeared inexplicably. No one knows what happened, but since then, Prince Zhong's mansion has only princesses and no prince. According to the father, Prince Zhong himself attaches much importance to this princess than his son. The title of "Princess" was also asked by him personally from the previous emperor. At that time, the current Holy Emperor had not yet succeeded to the throne, and Prince Zhong was favored in front of the previous emperor, even so

It took a lot of trouble to ask for the title of this "princess". You should know that in the world, only the daughter of the Holy Emperor can be called a "princess", and the daughter of the prince can only be a "princess". Prince Zhong took a certain risk in this move and is very likely to become a target for competitors to attack. A prince's daughter, not his biological child, actually wants to be a "princess". If you think deeply, it is simply ulterior motives! With Prince Zhong's cautious personality, he can still take such a risk to ask for the title of this girl at the critical moment of competing for the throne. It can be seen that his attention to this woman is afraid to let her suffer any grievance!

This girl must be nothing scary about herself. Song Mofei guessed that the power behind her must be extremely terrifying, and even the prince of the Holy Lion Empire dared not neglect.

Prince Jing also warned him that he would rather offend Prince Zhong than offend the little princess in the prince's mansion!

Good, it’s harder to deal with than Prince Zhong, how big is that? Song Mofei remembered his father’s warning from then on. He didn’t dare to be at all disrespectful when he saw this little princess. Song Qingshan also received advice from his father, so his attitude was similar to Song Mofei.

"Babe! Where are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyes and feed them to the dogs?" Song Mofei was afraid that this little aunt would be angry, and the chaos in Prince Jing's mansion would be a big deal. So he scolded his followers and took the lead in attacking.

The little princess has always been living in seclusion, and today it is rare to agree to their invitation to go out for a walk. If these dog slaves are so bad, then it will be more difficult to meet her in the future!
Chapter completed!