It seems that the prince, Prince Qing, is not simple!

The remaining brocade boxes were also opened one by one, and each one was a rare thing. However, the object obtained by Zhuo Yibai was a rare but not practical wordless sword score. The thing obtained by Shi Youle was even more strange, a cloak that was said to be invulnerable to swords and guns.

It was the noble girls' turn to open the gift box, and everyone's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh my God, this is too expensive!"

The rare objects are placed inside, and the rare and preciousness of jewelry is that even the aristocratic families who are used to treasures can't help but be amazed.

"Your Highness the King of Qing was really unique in this banquet. He actually prepared so many rare things, which is really impressive!"

"Haha, these rare things are nothing to a prince like him. Your Highness's real purpose is those four noble ladies, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what kind of woman do you have never seen before? Why do you use gifts to please me?"

"But he had just sat down. I looked at his mouth carefully and clearly saw the names of him and the heads of the Jiang family, Timo Xueyuan, Cheng Yuyan, Ye Zhaoyan and Ning Miaoxuan. This shows that one of the four of them must be the one whom His Highness likes!"

"This... won't be?"

Just as everyone was talking, King Qing looked inadvertently, and Jiang Tianyou immediately understood and said, "Your Highness King Qing presented this item to the four noble girls to express his wishes to the four people, hoping that they can meet a good marriage at the Qiongshu Banquet. The most outstanding young people in Jindu are all here. Please don't miss the opportunity!"

When all the noble ladies heard this, they suddenly realized it. They were both envious and jealous of these four people. They couldn't help but secretly scolded them for having such a good opportunity.

It is not enough to say this clearly. As long as these four noble ladies are interested in the princes of the aristocratic family present, if nothing unexpected happens, His Highness Qing should be a matchmaker for him and be this extraordinary intermediary.

This glory is unique and rare.

Ye Zhaoyan looked at the brocade box delivered to her hand, and there was no surprise expression.

Jiang Tianyou noticed the eyes of the four people and smiled and said, "In addition, Your Highness, Your Highness, has some intentions to give to you."

His tone was extremely proud, but Ye Zhaoyan heard a rare prudence, which made her unable to help but raise her head and just saw the corner of her mouth bent beside him.

"There is a signature in each brocade box. Please ask all the noble ladies to secretly write down the name of the young master whom you admire most at this banquet on the signature. If you already have a lover, just write the name of the lover. After writing, Aunt Ying will sign the signature and take it to the palace to pray under the good marriage tree to bless the four noble ladies and the one you like to get what you want as soon as possible." Jiang Tianyou announced loudly.

The audience was in an uproar for a moment. Such gifts were rare and noble. There were many prayer sachets hanging under the good marriage tree in the palace, but most of them were descendants of the royal family. This was probably the first time that the blessing sachets were introduced to the aristocratic families.

But, what if this thought is revealed on paper?

Jiang Tianyou seemed to know everyone's concerns and smiled and said, "You are so kind to rest assured. This note will be disrupted if it is placed in the bottle in person. If you are not at ease, you can write in an uncommon way."

After hearing this, the noble ladies finally felt relieved and immediately stood up and walked towards the pen, ink, paper and ink.

Ye Zhaoyan raised his eyes and looked at the leisurely and contented King Qing on the main seat. Seeing the determined expression on his face, he felt a little worried. He knew that King Qing would definitely move this time, but he didn't understand where he would start.

The things in this treasure must ultimately be passed by the King of You.

However, she does have several kinds of handwriting, one of which is written by her bored and she has never seen her personal maid.

After thinking about it, she still felt that it was not appropriate enough. She pretended to take the wrong ink and walked aside to wash the pen, trying to take the opportunity to peek.

Mo Xueyuan stood in the first position, and was a little far away from her and naturally couldn't see clearly.

The signs of Cheng Yuyan and Ning Miaoxuan on the side could see a glimpse of the signs of Cheng Yuyan and Ning Miaoxuan. Ye Zhaoyan was seeing Ning Miaoxuan’s strokes writing “Sun”. A shadow cast in front of him. Aunt Ying’s figure had arrived. “Miss Ye, let those maids help you with such a small matter. If you accidentally get the signs of prayer, it would be unbeautiful.”

"Thank you, Aunt Ying." Ye Zhaoyan felt something was wrong, and his face was still as gentle as that.

"Miss Ye, please be polite."

Ye Zhaoyan had no choice but to give up this method, and tried hard to recall the previous process of performing his skills, and guessed Mo Xueyuan's choice in his mind. A thought came to his mind.

If she guessed correctly, she should have chosen that person.

But in this way, what would happen if the two of them wrote the same name?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and glance at Zhuo Yibai not far away. She saw that he was not squinting and staring at the brocade box in his hand, looking extremely focused.

As if he noticed someone looking at him, he raised his head and looked at Ye Zhaoyan's direction, but his eyes were not Ye Zhaoyan. He was slightly stunned, a little at a loss.

Following his gaze, Mo Xueyuan with a shallow smile on her face.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart sank, and he hurriedly lowered his head, his face a little pale.

"Miss Ye has encountered difficulties, why haven't he finished writing?" A maid walked to Ye Zhaoyan and reminded.

Only then did she realize that the other three had finished writing, and everyone's eyes were on her.

Ye Zhaoyan suppressed his panic and wrote three words on the paper.

Now that's all we have to do.

"I've written it." She replied softly, her heartbeats like thunder, her palms clenched into fists, and a layer of sweat emerged from her forehead.

The maid nodded slightly and took away the folded signature from her hand.

Ye Zhaoyan was still immersed in panic, staring at the maid's back and moving away, but suddenly saw that her movements were a little abnormal.

She looked to everyone's hands and was quietly touching her waist. Ye Zhaoyan's mind flashed and she chased after her. She happened to see the maid's hand that had been putting the signature into the bottle and holding the bottle tightly, as if she was holding something.

Just as she chased after her and wanted to stop her from checking, Jiang Tianyou stopped her and smiled meaningfully, "Miss Ye, do you want to read someone else's signature?"

"Master Jiang misunderstood Zhaoyan." Seeing that the quietness is everywhere, Ye Zhaoyan looked at him, and then he regained his calmness. She had confirmed that the maid had a problem, "I just saw that the bottle had no lid and was worried that the sign would fall."

"Oh? Is this true? Miss Ye is so understanding." Jiang Tianyou smiled brightly, and when he saw Ye Zhaoyan not chasing him, he felt relieved.

Ye Zhaoyan returned to his seat, but he followed the maid from the corner of his eyes. The incident just now made the maid beware and suddenly stopped his small movements.

After a while, Aunt Ying brought a tray with a gift bag.

The maid immediately walked towards Aunt Ying and wanted to hand over the bottle in her hand.
Chapter completed!