Now everyone says that he Zhao Yi admires Yang Yuying, if he rushes to explain, doesn't that mean that he doesn't admire Miss Yang?

Could it be distorted that he dislikes Miss Yang?

Zhao Yi shed tears in his heart.

To go, or not to go?

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, carried thorns on his back, went straight to Cuijiazhuang, and knelt down at the gate of Yang Mansion at the foot of Old Turtle Mountain.

After dinner on the left, the idle village women who were squatting on the edge of the village and chatting were simply stunned.

The two bald yellow dogs were startled and ran away with their tails between their legs.

There have been some times when the Great Shun Dynasty was exempted from kneeling, even when the emperor was faced by the court, the ministers did not kneel, and now this kneeling is not earth-shattering, but also quite shocking.

Zhao Yi blinked and said loudly: "Master, the apprentice has not thought it through, and has caused you trouble, and I hope to forgive you." ”

He spoke in a very high voice, and said several times in a row, making sure to ensure that it spread all over Dengzhou in the shortest possible time.

Yang Yuying was eating, and when she heard the commotion outside, she was speechless.

She didn't know when she had added such an apprentice.

Oh, the owner of Ouyang Zhuang really pointed him out.

As soon as the door opened, a maid who was not perfect in everything from appearance to dress smiled at Zhao Yiyingying: "Miss you know, but there is a little quarrel, Miss doesn't care." The prince doesn't have to take it to heart. ”

"She's busy today, and when the assessment of Changping Academy is over, she will invite the prince to have a small gathering."

Zhao Yi swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to raise any objections, and saluted again honestly and respectfully.

Yang Yuying really didn't have time to catch up with Zhao Yi at this time, she had just brushed a scene copy, and there was another plot copy that was refreshed, and the time was not urgent, but she still planned to brush it off quickly before going to Changping Academy.

[This plane, single-player plot dungeon (extra character cards are not available) - Outer Room. Difficulty: Low. Reward: 500 Gold]

[Mission: Please help Hang'an Chengwu Yuanyuan become the first generation of professional agricultural scientists.] 】

[In the normal timeline, Wu Yuanyuan has both parents, a happy family, outstanding academics, and has made outstanding contributions to the progress of Dashun agriculture and the satiety of the people.

However, due to some kind of accident, Wu Yuanyuan's fate was distorted, his father died and his mother was weak, he was disgusted by his uncle and aunt, he went out to sing for a living, and fell in love with the second son of the Zhou family who spent a lot of money for him, and was accepted as an outer room by the second son.

After the son got married on Tuesday, she was set on fire by her grandmother and burned her face, begging for a living, and her life was desolate.

Shi Meng believes that it is necessary for Wu Yuanyuan's fate to return to the right track. 】

Yang Yuying flipped through the introduction of the copy as usual, and sighed softly helplessly, "It doesn't seem to be a very interesting copy." ”

Don't know when you can open a copy of another world to play?

In other words, although it was to find the marshal, it would not delay her enjoyment.

……

Winter.

Winter in Hang'an City is even more difficult than in the Northland.

The wind is like a knife, cutting flesh and bones, and no matter how strong the wine enters the stomach, there is only a moment of warmth.

Today, there is a heat wave burning in every corner of the Zhou family, the glass lamps are bright, the guests are laughing, the wine is accompanied by delicious food, the beauties are warm and fragrant, and even the maids and servants have illusory smiles on their faces.

The eldest son of the Zhou family, as a student in the third phase of the Great Shun Dynasty, returned to China after completing his studies today, and when he passed the national examination later, he would be able to go to the newly established Ministry of Industry as a matter of course, and his future was promising.

has been married to the third lady of the richest man in Hangzhou, the third lady of the Qi family, and when the time comes, Zhou Huaijin is destined to be bright and dazzling in his life.

Zhou Shifei lowered his head, covered his slightly red and swollen left cheek, quietly left through the back door, and looked back when he went out, only to feel that the qi and blood all over his body were cold for a while, and every bone around his body was very stiff.

Scold!

For Zhou Huaijin to spend a lot of money on a treat, he just wanted to borrow 2,000 yuan to invest in a friend's factory, not only did he not borrow it, but he was reprimanded, and he was slapped after two sentences!

Yes, he is a concubine, and his mother is the daughter of an ordinary farmer's family, but if you don't want a concubine, your grandmother's own things, don't mess around!

Zhou Shifei was cold and hungry, and walked to Manhua Building as he walked.

Manhualou is not comparable to those big restaurants in Hang'an City, it used to be a wine shop, and then it was handed over to the third grandmother of the prefect's family.

The third grandmother is a fashionable person, she has studied in a women's college, and she has seen the world in Haihua, and after taking over this place, she invested a sum of money, renovated and renovated, hired a lot of singers, and learned the appearance of big cities such as Haihua, and started a business of big businessmen and even foreigners.

Nowadays, Manhua House is developing thrivingly, to the point of catching up with the meaning of a super large restaurant.

Zhou Shifei was a frequent visitor, and he didn't go to the private room when he entered the door, and sat down directly between the two bundles of coral on the east side of the lobby.

He didn't need to say more, so the one who ran the hall called the little singer Wu Yuanyuan in the building.

Zhou Shifei's subordinates are scattered, and they are also famous high-rollers in their Manhua Building, from the shopkeeper to the running hall, everyone is holding it, Wu Yuanyuan swiped the rouge on his lips in the mirror, and the little girl who was carrying a pot and pouring tea next to him was quite envious: "Sister Yuanyuan is blessed, she can hold Young Master Zhou's heart, and she will be able to rely on her in the future." ”

Yang Yuying's version of Wu Yuanyuan was silent.

In the eyes of other singers in Manhualou, this Wu Yuanyuan is indeed blessed, she is not outstanding in appearance, she is said to be a singer, but she is only a mother who has learned a little opera, she doesn't know much, she sings in general, and she belongs to the category of full in the entire Manhualou, which is very dispensable.

Nowadays, singers who sing well are sought after, but only the top ones, other girls earn less, and they don't have enough to eat, like Wu Yuanyuan, they can be remembered by guests like the young master of the Zhou family, and they come to her every time, how much can they save some extra money in their hands, who can not envy them?

Yang Yuying followed the guidance of memory, walked all the way to Zhou Shifei and sat down, poured wine for him as usual, and sat down without saying a word.

There's no way, those sweet love songs that Wu Yuanyuan is used to singing, Yang Yuying can't sing half a word.

And singing is something that makes it difficult for her.

Yang Yuying has always felt that she may be a senior with incomplete five tones, but whenever she sings, it must be a magic sound.

When she needed a lethal weapon one day, she could sing a song.

Zhou Shifei had something hidden in his heart, and he fell into his own thoughts, so he didn't mind, he just drank a lot of wine in a sullen manner, and suddenly said: "Clean up tonight, move to live with me, don't come out and show your face in the future." ”

His voice was flat, with a sense of course, and he was not at all worried that Wu Yuanyuan would refuse.

Yang Yuying was stunned, raised her head and smiled, shook her head gently, and before she could speak, she saw Zhou Shifei's face change instantly, his face turned black, his eyes narrowed, and the cold light of anger visible to the naked eye loomed.

"What? Even you look down on me? ”