Ye Yanyao walked in the palace after changing her clothes. "Oh my God! Isn't that Miss Ye? Oh my God, she's so beautiful! "Yes, yes!" I say to you, Her garment is pure and beautiful. One of them said. How do you know? "Yes, don't talk nonsense if you don't know, everyone in the world knows that the pure brocade is unique to An Shizi, how can she have it."

The man who spoke looked at her and smiled contemptuously. "If I don't know the goods, then no one knows the goods." The woman next to her saw that the two were about to quarrel, and hurriedly spoke out to persuade peace. "Sister, don't say a word, this is the daughter of the weaving adult, and in recent years, our imperial capital and the palace have used their things." I heard that someone broke the siege and weaved a daughter, but his face was a little better. In addition, the woman who confronted her just now is also a sophisticated person, so she apologized hypocritically and passed like this.

Ye Yanyao looked at them coldly, and there was no wave in her heart. Since ancient times, it has been a place where there are many women.

Ye Yanyao walked with her own memories. But the strange thing is that she has never been to the palace at all, but she just knows where to go, as if it was a providential arrangement in the dark.

She walked like this, and came to a desolate courtyard. It seems that there must have been a year when no one lived there, because the ground was full of dead leaves, and it was clear that these dead leaves were not produced in a year at all. Ye Yanya knocked on the door out of politeness, of course she knew that no one would respond to her.

Gently pushing the door open, everything that came into her eyes already showed extremely obvious signs of decay, but Ye Yanya just felt that everything in front of her was familiar. She even knew where the bed in the back room was. I also know that there is a plaque at the door of the house in the courtyard that reads "Maple Leaf Pavilion".

Suddenly, she heard the voice of someone talking, and Ye Yanyao walked forward slowly, "May I ask anyone?" "Still no one responded. Suddenly, there was a voice again, "Sister-in-law, don't you come in and see as a teacher?" Ye Yanyao heard that the ghost sent a god to walk in.

Just as she walked into the door, she was suddenly stopped by a person and turned around. She fixed her eyes and saw that it was a man, dressed in a dark color dress, and his beauty was thrilling, and he was comparable to An Lingduan. It's a beautiful sight!

The man was very satisfied with Ye Yanyao's expression at this time, Ye Yanyao looked at the man holding his waist with one hand, and holding the plaque firmly with the other hand. The plaque is made of solid wood, the weight can be imagined, and now it is only lifted by the man with one hand to know that the man must have amazing arm strength and deep internal force.

The man smiled, looking very warm, in great contrast to his cold appearance, but not obtrusive. "Sister-in-law, you're not scared, are you?" Yang Tong Zixu asked. Ye Yanyao came to her senses and quickly withdrew from Yang Tong Zixu's arms. "Thank you Childe for saving your life." Ye Yanyao said and saluted.

Yang Tong Zixu chuckled lightly and put the plaque in his hand on the ground. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw it on the ground. "You call me Childe?" He asked rhetorically. "What's wrong?" Ye Yanyao asked puzzled. In fact, Ye Yanyao has a lot of questions in her heart, why does he keep calling himself a daughter-in-law? Why is it here? But she couldn't ask any of these questions.

Yang Tong Zixu was still smiling, "There's nothing wrong, let's just call it that if you like it." Ye Yanya looked at him very strangely, "Why do you keep calling me my daughter-in-law?" Is it because I look like her? For Ye Yanyao, who has watched too many costume dramas, this is the first reason that comes to mind.

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Small theater

Mou'an: If I don't look at you for a while, you'll get into trouble, and you see where you've gone.

A certain man: (whispering) Don't blame me.