In other words, how many years has Yang Yuying not been scolded like this?

Even when she was almost angry to death by Shen Ruobin and Zhao Jin in her previous life, she was actually never scolded like this.

Shen Ruobin was so polite outside, and he seemed to want to reason in front of her.

As for Zhao Jin, what she has always shown is uneasy and painful, she wants to return Shen Ruobin to Yang Yuying, but she can't do it.

In front of Yang Yuying, she has always been 'humble' and 'pitiful', and she has always been polite.

Yang Yuying is resented and hated, and those disgusted resentments are mostly in the dark.

is Zhao Jin's hostility towards her, it is only a shadow, and it has never been put on the surface.

Yang Yuying really can't understand, what's going on with the eldest lady in front of her?

Cui Ling's appearance is indeed not very pleasing to girls, and the delicate temperament on her body is too easy for women to feel threatened, but in Cui Ling's memory, she is quite afraid of Jiang Wan, and she does not dare to disobey at all, and she has definitely not offended the other party.

Yang Yuying groaned for a while, her heart was surprised, her face was not shocked or angry, she just hugged her shoulders with her hands, looked Jiang Wan up and down a few times, and suddenly sneered: "Miss Jiang, do you want to find a mirror to take a look at it and see what your current face looks like, heh, it's so ugly that it's disgusting." ”

Jiang Wan's head buzzed, and the anger jumped up, and she raised her hand and slapped it away.

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows, as if she raised her hand unintentionally, but before she could flick Jiang Wan's wrist, Song Sheng stepped in front of her, reached out and grabbed Jiang Wan's arm, her face sank, and there was anger in her eyes.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

He was really angry, and his strength was not controlled for a while, Jiang Wan was grabbed and his arm hurt, and the tears in his eyes were dripping and rolling, but he was so stubborn that he refused to cry, and said coldly: "I, I'm happy!" Who are you, using you to give her a head? ”

Oh!

Yang Yuying sighed in her heart, a little regretful, if she had let Jiang Wan do it just now, well, maybe she would have been able to clean up for a few days.

But now that Song Sheng is going to teach Jiang Wan a slap again, she is too lazy to move.

Looking up, Jiang Wan's anger was about to be released, her face was flushed, and she understood.

It turned out to be for men!

Hey, how can the reality be so bloody!

Deep in her heart, Cui Ling has a good impression of Song Sheng.

Maybe it's a little ignorant, but it does.

Yang Yuying knew in Cuiling's consciousness that she had seen many men, but she had never seen someone as gentle and considerate and empathetic as Song Sheng, and she didn't look down on him.

The fifteen-year-old girl's heart sprouted, so she had a helpless thought.

However, Yang Yuying was sure that she didn't show the slightest hint, and she didn't even dare to look at Song Sheng carefully.

Jiang Wan showed that she was determined to win Song Sheng from the beginning, and although Cui Ling was young, she could see it.

She begged for a life in a place like Chunyue Tower, and she was also self-aware, knowing that Song Sheng would not like her, so she naturally didn't dare to expect extravagance.

But even so, Jiang Wan was still not happy.

Yang Yuying raised her eyes a little indifferently, only to see Jiang Wan and Song Sheng arguing face to face like two vindictive roosters.

She didn't bother to pay attention to this farce, pushed the table she had laid out to the side, avoided Jiang Wan, sat down slowly, yawned, and closed her eyes to recuperate.

After a while, Song Sheng actually persuaded Jiang Wan.

Yang Yuying saw Jiang Wan snorting, her cheeks flushed with laughter, Song Sheng shook her head helplessly, and personally helped her find a new shop, make the bed and fold the quilt, and felt that she was reading the script for a while.

No wonder Jiang Wan couldn't give up.

In the current world, it is said that women are different from before, and their status has been greatly improved, but there are still very few men like Song Sheng who can put down their faces.

Jiang Wan does enjoy a life of wealth and nobility, but she is afraid that she will not see a few men like Song Sheng.

Song Sheng comforted Jiang Wan before turning his head and smiling apologetically at Yang Yuying, but he didn't say anything more.

But with just a smile, Jiang Wan's eyes chased after her, and Yang Yuying said indifferently: "Don't look at it, Miss Jiang, if you recruit me for no reason, I see that your face is not pleasing to the eye, and I can't say that I will really let you see and understand, whether a man is cheap or not in front of a woman like me!" When that happens, don't blame me. ”

Song Sheng was stunned.

Jiang Wan was also dumbfounded, and was anxious for a while: "Bastard, Brother Song Sheng won't, don't dream!" ”

Song Sheng hurriedly grabbed her, his face full of helplessness.

He has always felt that Miss Cuiling is weak and pitiful, but now he ...... Hey, the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, the girl can't stand Miss Jiang's temper, it's normal.

Song Sheng is obviously quite experienced with this.

Although Jiang Wan shouted loudly, her expression showed a little frightened, and her eyebrows were very vigilant.

Yang Yuying stretched her waist and hugged the quilt and lay down.

Three days is not too long, but it is not short.

In the Gale Wine Shop, many of the guests panicked and lost their souls, but they were not ordinary people in the end, and after the fear, they regained some calm.

Yang Yuying unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that the environment is noisy and noisy, and looking at the panicked and distorted faces, she is afraid that she will not even be able to eat.

With nothing to do, Yang Yuying sat in front of the hall as usual and told stories.

Talk about the Analects, talk about Mencius, narrate the historical records, and then intersperse Xunzi and Han Feizi, and say whatever comes to mind.

The things he said were actually quite interesting.

When the interest came, he sang the Book of Songs.

Others are still it, Song Sheng is simply fascinated by it.

He vomited and always thought about Jiang Wan, but he didn't listen to it, but the more he listened, the more he liked it, and even if Jiang Wan made a lot of trouble, he still saw Miss Cuiling sitting in front of the hall, asking people to cook fragrant tea and prepare snacks, he couldn't help but find a place to sit upright.

Unlike others, Song Sheng has been studying for several years, and his father has been a Jinshi and is a literati.

His mother, Luo Wuxin, is a serious lady.

In such a family, how can the son raised by him not like to study? Not only does he like it, but he also has a lot of talent.

If it weren't for the freedom on the rivers and lakes that was more suitable for his temperament, he would really go to study for the imperial examination, at least he would be able to win the examination.

It is precisely because I understand that I listen to Yang Yuying's lectures that I listen more attentively and like it more.

Anyway, all day long, Yang Yuying is almost getting used to Miss Jiang Wan's shooting, which can almost be said to be a vicious gaze.

The next day, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

As the pouring rain rolled down, Yang Yuying glanced at the window and frowned slightly.

The owner of Ouyang Zhuang hurried faster, more than she expected, she originally thought that it would take more than ten days to arrive, but she never thought that their owner was almost walking in a straight line.

Yang Yuying exhaled, and unconsciously felt a sense of awe for the owner of Ouyang Village.

It's just that this heavy rain came at an inopportune time, Ouyang Xue has a habit of cleanliness, and she doesn't hate snow, but she hates mud.

He wanted to wear the swordsman in white clothes to the earth, and he was in such a hurry, I don't know if he could guarantee his immortal wind bones.

"Ahem."

Yang Yuying.

The owner of Ouyang Zhuang is also herself.

It's just that every time she is distracted, she rises with the owner of the village, and she feels that Ouyang Xue is a living life.

He is the real owner of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa, with an unknown and complicated past, a sword god cast by ice and snow, with his own personality and his own life.

"Flowers, flowers?"

Yang Yuying was enjoying the rain, and suddenly someone exhaled in a hoarse voice.

Bang dang.

The middle-aged man dressed as a beggar stared at the table with a terrifying expression, staring at the table in the center of the lobby of the wine shop.

The old man with his granddaughter held the child in his arms and stood up straight, looking dazed, and his granddaughter buried her head in his arms and sobbed quietly.

The table was empty, except for a little dirt.

Everyone looked up and down the table for a long time, their hearts pounding, looking wary, and turning their heads to look around.

Jiang Wan rushed over first, her eyes were stagnant, she instantly turned her head to stare around, and said angrily: "Who is it?" ”

Her eyes are like knives, and knives cut people's hearts.

Everyone was silent.

After a while, the grandfather and grandson whispered: "Our people are here." ”

Song Sheng, Jiang Wan, the man in purple, the merchant, the man who looks like a beggar, the two grandparents and grandchildren, and the twenty-four or five-year-old brothers.

Cui Ling.

plus the proprietress of the wine shop, there are four guys running the hall.

Everybody is there.

Jiang Wanden was shocked, squinted and looked around, but suddenly calmed down and turned his head to look at Yang Yuying: "Where did you get this flower?" ”

Yang Yuying shook her head: "The people of the Demon Sect are stronghold nearby, they choose poisonous insects to refine Gu poison nearby, there are poisonous insects, there are restraint things nearby, I am naturally sensitive, my nose is also smart, and I have calculated where the way to live, so I found this pot of flowers, but there is only one pot, and there is no more." ”

"If you say no, you don't, at least you should look for it again."

Jiang Wan frowned, "Now everyone is trapped in the wine shop, there are flowers, we still have a way out, now that the flowers are lost, why don't you go find the next pot, aren't we being kneaded and pinched by the people of the Demon Sect?" ”

Yang Yuying was speechless: "No is nothing." Moreover, when I went to the southwest, there was nothing to do, because there was a flower that could drive away Gu worms, but now that the flowers are gone, there is a Jedi outside the wine shop, and I naturally can't get out. ”

"It's kind of like that." Jiang Wan sneered.

Song Sheng shook his head: "Don't guess, Xu was made by someone from the Demon Sect." Although the Demon Sect said to consider it for three days, we also know that they have never had credibility at all, and they have never said that they will not go into the wine shop to spy on us on these three days. ”

Jiang Wan suddenly shuddered, and her heart was frightened.

Song Sheng hurriedly said: "The wine shop is not peaceful, how many assassins and robbers have broken into these days, don't mess with yourself." ”

It's just that if he said this, I was afraid that he could only deceive Miss Jiang, who had no experience in the rivers and lakes.

Don't look at the people of the Demon Sect, Jiang Wan's side is lively, but as soon as the Demon Sect stretches out his hand, unless there are forces in the rivers and lakes that are not afraid of the Demon Sect, who dares to wade into the troubled waters of the big wind and wine shop?

All the guests in the wine shop were faintly restless, and the fragile alliance was about to be broken, and the old man with his granddaughter sighed: "Don't make trouble, maybe the people of the Demon Sect will stand outside the door and watch our jokes." ”

He paused, and pointed to the middle-aged beggar dressed as one.

"This old brother, if you guess correctly, you should be the bitter boss of Jiangnan."

The beggar looked at him and did not speak.

Everyone else was stunned.

The bitter boss is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has 3,000 river workers, bricklayers, thugs, beggars, and actors, all of whom are hard-working people who huddle together to keep warm.

Three thousand brothers are like brothers, as long as one person is killed, the others will bite the enemy to death, and they will not die.

So although these people's martial arts are third-rate, no one on the rivers and lakes is willing to provoke them.

He pointed to the twenty-four or five-year-old brothers again, and said with a smile: "You two are disciples of the Tang Sect. ”

The two smiled reservedly and asked, "What about you, brother?" ”

The old man shook his head: "The old man's surname is Mu, a native of Shanxi." ”

The others suddenly looked at each other, and immediately showed a little respect on their faces: "No wonder! It turned out to be Daddy Mu. ”

Daddy Mu doesn't have much ability, his martial arts are between the second and third rates, he is an old Jianghu, he went to the rivers and lakes in his early years to perform arts, he is well-informed and well-informed.

He is nothing, but the seventeen sons he raised, all of them are big shots.

And these seventeen adopted sons are also very filial.

Father Mu looked at the merchant and said with a smile: "I don't know what the little brother is. ”

The merchant smiled wryly: "My name is Ah Hai, I have been a merchant on this road for seven or eight years, and the proprietress knows me." ”

Everyone looked at his hands and feet, and guessed that he didn't know any martial arts, at most he had a little three-legged cat fist and foot kung fu.

Father Mu looked at Song Sheng and them again, and sighed: "I don't need to introduce these people, although Song Sheng and Song Gongzi have just come out of the rivers and lakes and have no reputation, I am afraid that everyone knows the names of his father and mother." ”

"Bai Yifeng and Bai Gongzi of Xiuyu Villa are also famous young heroes in the rivers and lakes."

"Jiang Wan Jiang Woman, the eldest lady of the Twelve Serial Docks, is even more prestigious."

The guests looked at each other, these were all famous, and no one looked like flower thieves.

Jiang Wan raised her finger and pointed at Yang Yuying: "What about her, the cook of the former Qinglou?" I can't see it, who knows what she's all about? ”

Before Yang Yuying could speak, the old man frowned: "I'm not sure, but you can guess, the girl has a beautiful appearance, a refined temperament, and doesn't know martial arts, but she is outstanding in learning and can sing and dance, isn't she a person from Linglingtang?" ”

Everyone turned their heads to look at it, and their expressions brought out an indescribable ambiguity.

Yang Yuying: "...... No. ”

The guests winked at each other, as if they understood.

Jiang Wan suddenly became more vigilant, and grabbed Song Sheng's arm tightly, even Song Sheng was a little worried.

According to legend, the owner of Lingling Hall is a famous beauty on the rivers and lakes in the early years, called Yi Ling, and then I don't know what happened, but it fell into the dust, legend has it that she built Lingling Hall, cultivating top beauties, it is reported that some of these beauties were sent to the families of the powerful people of the dynasty, some entered the home of rich businessmen and giants, and some were attached to the big men in the rivers and lakes.

At the beginning, Linglingtang was very low-key, had a good reputation, and the reputation of the beauties cultivated was not bad, but later several major events happened, countless famous families, and the family fell apart because of Linglingtang's beauty.

As a result, Linglingtang was also blocked by the imperial court at the same time and disappeared.

The beauties are scattered and nowhere to be found.

When Jianghu people talk about this organization again, the men are always a little yearning and a little disdainful.

As for women, it's all pure contempt.

Yang Yuying was helpless, no matter how much she denied it, she couldn't stop the thoughts in everyone's hearts.

Immediately decided, Yang Yuying pointed to the little girl who was shrinking in Mu Lao's arms: "Where is the flower pot, ask this child." ”

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