Yun Ziyan glanced at him proudly, and saw that his politeness turned into timidity, "Master Meng's words are serious!"
She was polite, but her domineering tone contained no real politeness at all.
"Queen, please come in quickly!" Menglong raised his hand to let her into the main hall.
Yun Ziyan stepped through the door and immediately strode to the main chair and sat down, looking like a master.
Menglong did not sit down, but stopped on one side, "I don't know if the queen is here. What advice can you give me?"
"A few days ago, I sent someone over to ask the master to make armor for me. I wonder if the master is ready?!" Yun Ziyan asked.
"The queen wants holy armor, but our Meng family really can't complete it," Meng Long said.
Yun Ziyan snorted, "So, Master Meng doesn't agree to it?!"
Menglong took a breath, "It's not that I don't agree, it's that I really can't agree!"
"Menglong, don't make a toast and eat as a penalty!" Zou Tianling shouted angrily, "The queen wants your Meng family to make armor. That is to give your Meng family face. How dare you refuse to agree? You don't care.
Where are the royal face and the queen?!"
In fact, this so-called making armor is just a cover. If they want to take advantage of the Meng family, they always have to find an excuse to silence the people in the world.
The Meng family does not have a saint-level weapon refiner, so how can it be possible to create a holy-level armor? This is naturally a difficult task.
If Mengjia realizes his interest, takes the initiative to show weakness, and surrenders to the royal family, then everyone will naturally be happy, otherwise, Yun Ziyan will take advantage of the situation and have an attack.
Yun Ziyan's beautiful eyes stared coldly and proudly at Menglong's face, waiting for his answer.
Menglong just lowered his face and said nothing.
Don't say yes, don't say no.
Yun Ziyan lost her patience, "Master Meng, do you want to make this armor or not?!"
"I asked who made such a big show, but it turned out to be you!"
Outside the hall, a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded, and Yun Ziyan raised her face to look.
I saw four people walking slowly into the hall door. The one in the middle was wearing a long black dress. The sleeves and hem of the robe were embroidered with gorgeous golden patterns. There was a golden robe belt on the slender waist, which made the slender waist even more slender.
With one hand, a head full of black hair was tied behind the head, with a few locks hanging down on the shoulders. A golden hairband was faintly visible, which was particularly dazzling under the light.
On her porcelain white face, she has exquisite facial features and a pair of eyes, dark purple in color, shining like stars.
A pair of cherry lips, slightly raised upward, showing disdain.
It's the purple pupil.
Beside her, and shoulder to shoulder with her, was of course Beichen.
Behind the two of them, Meng Fusheng and Murong Dongli were guarding them on the left and right.
Looking at the long-lost girl, Yun Ziyan instantly felt jealous in her heart.
No need to guess, the person next to her must be Beichen, the owner of Ziwei Auction House.
Such an unparalleled man, with such an emperor-like temperament, is probably tens of millions of times stronger than Gong Ke.
Why can Zitong marry a better man than her?!
Seeing Zi Tong, the men and horses brought by Yun Ziyan immediately stepped forward to block a few people.
"Back off!" Yun Ziyan shouted in a deep voice, "Let them in!"
snort!
She had been a little regretful when she heard about Zi Tong's future before, but now, this girl actually came to her door.
Well, well come!
Today, taking this opportunity, she must avenge her shame and let everyone in Beizhou know that she, Yun Ziyan, is no longer the Yun Ziyan she was before, and Zi Tong cannot hope to match her.