After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 88 Warehouse Receiving Goods

Chu Xinglan and Song Yueyao are both straightforward people. Since they are going to fight, there is no need to waste time.

Soon the two of them bumped into each other, and Song Ling's family also became interested and watched them intently.

In fact, Chu Xinglan had never received any formal training. Most of his moves were acquired through actual combat training over the past three years.

There was no method, but thanks to his physical strength and speed, he fought with Song Yueyao quite well for a while.

Song Yueyao obviously felt the pressure and instantly exerted all her strength, and Chu Xinglan also adjusted himself according to the intensity of her attack.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Yueyao tapped her toes and retreated three feet. She was a little out of breath due to excessive consumption of energy, but she was very happy.

"You are much stronger than my loser brother. I feel like you haven't used your full strength yet. I lose."

Chu Xinglan still admired and appreciated her very much.

"I am different from Song Ling and the others. Although I don't use spiritual power, I still have an advantage."

"Sister is very powerful. Her skills are better than some of our ordinary disciples. If I were an ordinary person, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much better than Song Ling."

When Song Yueyao heard his praise, she immediately laughed happily, looking very charming, with no trace of her previous violent appearance.

"That doesn't apply on the battlefield. As long as you can win, no one cares what methods you use."

"But I see that your moves are a bit messy, so I'll show you a set of boxing techniques later, as a greeting gift."

Chu Xinglan nodded happily, and soon the two of them started chatting together.

Of course, he is not lacking in boxing or swordsmanship, but the fact that Song Yueyao could think of this also shows that she has put a lot of thought into it. Naturally, she is happy to receive a thoughtful gift.

Moreover, since Song Yueyao is someone of this status, she must not be an ordinary person.

While Chu Xinglan and the others were fighting, Han Feiyu and the others were not left out. Moreover, after getting along with these family members of Song Ling, they really didn't seem like members of the royal family.

He is not arrogant at all and speaks in a very easy-going manner. It is not surprising that such a family atmosphere gave rise to a prince like Song Ling.

The queen smiled and said, "Let's eat first. The food will get cold soon. As for talking, we still have plenty of time."

Everyone then sat down at their seats with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

A group of palace maids came in one after another carrying plates, and soon the large table was filled with a variety of exquisite dishes.

Han Feiyu tasted the dish and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Song Ling, your chef's cooking is so delicious! It's even better than the food at Cangqiong Mountain!"

Song Ling looked at him proudly: "Of course, the best chefs in Cangyun are all in the imperial kitchen, how can it not be delicious?"

"Follow me home and see the world, huh?"

The queen looked at her little son in a helpless manner and slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you talking about? Eat your meal."

Then he looked at Han Feiyu and said, "Eat more if you like it. If there is anything special you want to eat, just tell the servants."

The meal lasted an hour. Most of the guests were young boys who practiced martial arts and had big appetites. The dishes were served once during the meal, which made both the host and the guests very happy.

After seeing off the emperor and empress, the third prince said, "Your rooms are ready. They are next to Song Ling's bedroom. I will take you to rest."

"If you want to take a walk around the palace later, let Song Ling take you there. Except for the harem, which is not very convenient, any other place is fine."

Chu Xinglan thought of something and asked curiously, "I want to go to the library to take a look, is that okay?"

He wanted to look for records about the Shenyi Sect and the Imperial Master to see if he could find anything so that he could be prepared later.

Song Yao nodded happily, "Of course."

Soon, under the leadership of Song Yao, everyone arrived at the residence. Although it was said to be next to Song Ling, it was actually still some distance away.

Han Feiyu calculated the distance and directly put his arms around Song Ling's neck.

"I want to live with you. A palace as big as yours must have side halls or something. If each of us has our own hall, it will be difficult to talk, and we have to walk such a long way."

Xun Wenguang also agreed: "That's a good idea. I'll live with you too."

In the end, only Li Wen was the girl who chose the palace closest to Song Ling, and the others moved directly into Song Ling's bedroom.

It has to be said that Song Ling was really favored. In addition to his main hall, there was also a place for the servants to live. There was room for each of the three of them to have some left.

"Xinglan, come with me!"

After arranging everyone, Song Ling waved to Chu Xinglan, and blinked when he saw him looking at him.

Chu Xinglan understood immediately that he was going to be taken to see the treasure, and he happily followed.

Song Ling led the way and said, "Take a look in my store first to see if there's anything you like. If not, I'll take you to my mother's Kunning Palace. She likes these things and must have a lot of them."

"Isn't this bad? Isn't that taking away what others want?"

Song Ling waved his hand: "It's okay, my father will send her something. If the old one doesn't go, how can the new one come? My mother won't be unhappy."

After hearing this, Chu Xinglan no longer refused. He already had some plans. Even if he really asked for it, he would not let the queen suffer any loss.

The two of them quickly arrived at the place where the warehouse manager was already waiting.

Song Ling directly ordered: "Which warehouse are all my jades stored in? Take me there."

The steward responded and led the way.

Although it is called a warehouse, it is actually a palace. The items in the warehouse are arranged according to categories, and someone cleans and counts them all year round.

The steward walked to the door of a room and stopped. He pushed the door open and bowed to Song Ling.

"Your Highness, they are all here."

"Well, we can just go in and take a look ourselves. You can go down."

After saying that, he pulled Chu Xinglan into the door.

As soon as he entered, Chu Xinglan was dazzled.

The jades were not all piled together as Chu Xinglan had imagined, but were placed on the shelves according to their categories. On his left were all ornaments, and on his right were some small pendants and the like.

Various materials and colors, all glowing with a soft luster in the sun.

Song Ling looked around and said, "These are already carved. They are not suitable for you. The original stone should still be inside."

As he spoke, he led the way. Soon, another door appeared on the inside of the room. After Song Ling pushed it open, Chu Xinglan saw a floor full of raw stones.

Large and small items are placed on the ground in an orderly manner.

At a glance, he saw a red agate in the center of the room, which was half a meter long, thirty centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high.

The bright red color does not contain a trace of impurities and is crystal clear in the sunlight.

"That's it. I like this one."

Song Ling nodded indifferently: "Okay, do you want anything else?"

Only then did Chu Xinglan shift his gaze from the red agate and look at the other jades.

In the end, Chu Xinglan selected most of the raw stones in the room and left with Song Ling satisfied.

He took out a bag of top-grade spirit stones from his Qiankun bag and threw it to Song Ling.

"Next time you have something good like this, be sure to save it for me."