I can't talk about it this day!

After separating for so long, Lian Qing decided to start liberating her nature.

The women gradually shy away from her, which is convenient for the men who have been eyeing her but have no chance to get close.

As soon as those unmarried men approached, Rong Huan's aura changed.

The men first praised Lianqing's appearance and bearing, and praised her as if there was nothing in the sky and on the earth, the fiery tone, the exaggerated acting skills, and the shadow who looked directly shook his head and sighed.

The master doesn't have this skill!

What if the master is not someone's opponent?

What if Miss Hang eats this set?

Hey, the master's eyes are not right, could it be that he is trying to get rid of all potential competitors?

After the praised people smiled many times, the children of the family and the literati asked the most crucial questions.

"Can you find out Miss's name?"

This is what Lian Qing was waiting for, and she happily said the answer that shocked everyone.

"On the county guard's mansion, Hang Yuzhu."

Hang Yuzhu?

is the shop under his name who tried in vain to compete with the former imperial businessman, but offended the four princes behind the person, and was also contaminated with private salt, and as a result, he offended the five princes who were in charge of salt transportation, and now everyone avoids the daughter of the county guard, Hang Yuzhu?

Everyone's love of beauty suddenly stopped.

No matter how charming her appearance is, she can't compete with her life, and she has a bright future.

That's it, just a good-looking woman.

And Rong Huan, who saw this scene, slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

And obviously in a good mood, he turned to the Shadow and said, "She doesn't look down on them." ”

Shadow:...... The inexplicable cheek raiser is a little sour, can someone tell him why?

Under Lianqing's unremitting efforts, her surroundings quickly quieted down.

Both men, women, and children all shy away from her, and there are only a lot of slaves left to add tea.

Lian Qing could only raise her glass to invite the sun, drink to the three of them, and say to her shadow: "Invincible is really lonely." ”

The flower-viewing banquet began to return to normal, and the teenagers and girls were in groups of threes and twos, complaining to each other, and they had already talked about the philosophy of life to the wind and snow.

Aside from the eyes that couldn't be controlled from time to time towards Lianqing, it seemed that all this really had nothing to do with her.

Lianqing ate too much and felt a little supportive, so she got up and went to the clean room.

The servants were enthusiastic and attentive, leading her all the way, and when they arrived at the door, they also took the cloak that was put on her because of the cold weather.

After Lian Qing went in and walked around, she found that the person waiting for her had changed.

The man smiled cutely: "Liu Er was a little upset, so she changed to a slave and maid to serve Miss." ”

Lian Qing pretended not to know that the hairpin on her head had disappeared, and followed her back with a smile.

After walking a few steps, a maid with tea suddenly passed by the roadside, and as soon as her body was crooked, the cold tea in her hand turned over on Lianqing.

Lian Qing looked at her little face that was frozen white, and she didn't know how long people had been waiting for the rabbit for this splash, and if she didn't cooperate, how pitiful the little girl was.

The grandmother who led her way hurriedly reassured: "Miss, don't worry, the old slave will definitely punish this person heavily, but the top priority is to change clothes first." ”

She bowed down and said, "Don't let Miss suffer from the cold, please come with the old slave." ”

Just see what they're doing?

What she didn't know was that as soon as she left, the third prince also called Rong Huan away.

The reason used was to have a good talk, but when Rong Huan followed his subordinates into a certain empty room, there were only a few subordinates inside.

There was a familiar hairpin at her feet, and the changed women's clothes were neatly stacked in the room.

He could tell at a glance whose it was.

If not, how could he be so slow that he would allow a few people behind him to approach?

"Hey, why is His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes here? This is not Miss Hang......"