Onlookers: "...???"
Did they get it wrong
Why do they seem to have heard... Mrs. Di's name
What does it mean to cover half of your face so you can't recognize it
Did they really not recognize it? !
The bosses were shocked.
The group of Jiaoman women were all staring in disbelief, and they froze in place.
The emperor, the emperor's wife
Patriarch Qiao and the seniors of Hell Mansion called that woman... Mrs. Emperor? !
In my mind, I suddenly recalled Pei Sheng's words that seemed to be a smile but not a smile just now—
"This woman, even Lord Emperor Zun dare not touch her, let alone me."
Lord Emperor Zun didn't dare to move
Madam Emperor... Ye Qingluo? !
Obviously, the bigwigs who watched also thought of this sentence.
All of them burst into laughter immediately.
It was originally a group of people watching the excitement.
At this time, everyone surrounded them.
"Hahaha... Boss Pei's words are right. In the world, the only woman that Lord Emperor Zun dare not touch is Lady Emperor."
"I was just thinking about what kind of woman it is that is so calm and unhurried. I didn't expect it was really Mrs. Emperor."
"Madame Emperor..."
"Madame Emperor..."
Countless bigwigs flocked forward to say hello.
In an instant, those women who were stunned in place with stunned faces were squeezed away.
"My lord, she...she is that, that Ye Qingluo?" The woman looked at Mu Qiulan, her teeth chattering, "What, what should we do?"
"Mrs. Emperor... Our sinner is Mrs. Emperor... We, we will definitely die a miserable death..."
"My lord, you must save us!"
After the women came back to their senses, their legs were weakening.
One by one hugged Mu Qiulan's arm and cried.
They never imagined that this girl standing outside the auction venue and "shrinking her head and peeping" would be the rumored Ye Qingluo...
Because, Ye Qingluo's reputation has already resounded throughout the entire land.
If Ye Qingluo appears.
Those bigwigs around will rush forward to chat.
But... that's how it happened.
The girl they are raving about is... Mrs. Emperor Ye Qingluo.
Just thinking about his attitude and what he said just now, the women's legs are so weak that they almost kneel on the ground.
Mu Qiulan's head was throbbing from being cried by several people.
The expression on his face seemed to be covered with frost.
She really didn't want to care about the lives of these idiots.
However, what happened just now was such a big mess.
These women belong to her.
If you really let them kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
It will only lose the face of her Saintess of Wuying City.
Mu Qiulan's face darkened, and under the sleeves, her fingers almost pinched out red marks on her flesh.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her chest: "Shut up."
Several women stopped crying, and then each of them was sobbing, but they didn't dare to cry.
Mu Qiulan was thinking about how to alleviate the current predicament.
In any case, you can't lose your face as a saint.
But seeing the large group of people in front of him, they directly ignored their existence and walked towards the auction venue.
And among the bigwigs, it was Ye Qingluo.
Mu Qiulan's eyes darkened, she coughed lightly, and called out: "Emperor, Mrs. Emperor..."
This sound caught everyone's attention.
Mu Qiulan's pupils shrank slightly, she clenched her sleeves tightly, trying to make herself look more elegant, her brows and eyes slightly curved, with a smile on her face: "Madam Emperor, my friends are from famous families and are loved by the family, so I have a misunderstanding with you because I have a petite temper... "