"Aunt Xuefang said this, I didn't mean to embarrass my sister, and I knew that she and I were sisters."

"But today, except for the relationship between the two of us who are indeed sisters, I am still a guest of the Murong family."

"If you slander a guest in public, the guest will be unhappy."

"What do you think that means?"

"This shows that the second lady of your Murong family doesn't know how to be a person at all."

"Face is given by others, face is earned by herself, she doesn't want face anymore, what else can I do?"

"I'm helpless too."

…

"This Murong family's eldest lady's mouth is too poisonous."

"How did this go straight to people's faces?"

"You haven't seen her really poisonous tongue."

"I heard that once she didn't know what she was crazy about, so she burned down the Château de Chambord Solon."

"It's good that nothing happened at the time."

"Ah, it seems that some of the rumors are true."

…

"Come on, Miss Yan is a little unconscious, take her down first and let her rest well."

Murong Xiahai's words said that someone was really ready to arrest her.

Yan Muye raised her eyebrows, if she hadn't learned about the current situation in advance, she might have slapped it directly.

But now......

"Wait, I'll see who dares!!"

Before Yan Muye could speak, Old Man Murong directly stopped the order.

"My granddaughter is in good spirits, what are you doing here?"

"You just want to embarrass my old man, right?"

"Mu Ye was called by me, if you dare to embarrass her in public, you will be unable to get along with me, an old man, in disguise."

"Mu Ye, come, sit down, sit next to grandpa!"

"I'd like to see who's trying to get you away."

Old Man Murong twisted his eyebrows, and his gaze quickly swept over Murong Xiahai's face.

"Grandpa." The overflowing emotion made Yan Muye a little distracted.

Thank you and trust me.

…

Yan Muye walked to Old Man Murong's side, bowed his head and didn't know what he said in his ear.

Old Man Murong raised his eyelids, and then patted the hand on his shoulder.

Yan Muye walked to the side, and then didn't know what to tell the person next to him.

After a while, two people came.

"We are from the Cultural Relics Appraisal Center, and this is our work card."

Murong Xiaoxiao: "Who knows if you are true or not, she came to celebrate her grandfather's birthday, how could she bring an appraiser over?" ”

"You think it's amazing?"

Yan Muye poured a cup of tea slowly, "Because I know how to tell hexagrams!" ”

"When I went out today, I specially made a divination for myself, and today I am particularly prone to villains."

"I didn't expect my hexagram to be quite accurate, don't you say?"

Yan Muye's words fell, and Murong Xiaoxiao's face darkened.

Bei Yanchen next to him looked over this way.

After a while, I heard: "Actually, although these two paintings look very similar, they are not the same dynasty." Both of these works are genuine, one of them is from the Yuan Dynasty and the other is from the Song Dynasty, both of which have a sense of age. ”

Murong Fengyu: "Ah! It's not from the same era. ”

"These two paintings look too similar."

"Did Miss Yan deliberately collide with Xiaoxiao?"

"What the hell does the second uncle want to say?"

"What if these two paintings collide?"

"What hat does the second uncle want to put on my head?"