Wen Xien didn't speak, he didn't leave, he just stood there straight, his hands folded, his white robe, like an outsider.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the maid to come in with vegetarian dishes, which relieved the unpleasant atmosphere for a while.

"Come and sit, if you want to go, at least finish eating before leaving."

Wen Xien caught the jade chopsticks handed over by the maid this time.

But on the dinner table of the two of them—one of them didn't eat yet—there were three or four dishes and even wine, Wen Xien frowned this time, and then looked at Yue Ying.

Yue Ying felt the monk's gaze and ignored it, but saw that Wen Xien hooked the corners of her lips when she refused to pour wine from the maid, and laughed at Wen Xi'en in her heart for not knowing the goods, not drinking good wine, and not eating good meat.

After a while, Wen Xien saw that there were still people serving food, and couldn't help but put down the chopsticks: "The food is enough, there is no need to serve it again." ”

Yue Ying frowned when she thought that Wen Xien hadn't said anything for a long time about what had happened just now, but now she was talking about such a few dishes, and her brows furrowed, both displeased and disgusted.

took the chopsticks and held the dishes irritably: "I like it, you don't care." ”

Wen Xien asked lightly: "But you can't finish eating, and the table can't be put down." ”

"I just think it's good-looking, you're endless!"

looked at Yue Ying, sighed helplessly, didn't raise any more objections, and put down the chopsticks instead, she had a small appetite, and she was full after eating some.

Yue Ying was not happy to eat: for a while, the salty dishes of the picky dishes were salty, and let them be redone; After a while, he threw the chopsticks and asked him to get another pair; The servant was a little slower, and he angrily reprimanded the other party, and the servant's head was almost on the ground, and he was not finished.

At this time, Wen Xien frowned slightly, turned sideways and blocked Yue Ying with his hand, then got up and said to the maid servant, "You go out first." ”

The servant glanced at Wen Xien gratefully and hurriedly left the private room, but Yue Ying kicked over Wen Xien's stool and roared: "Do you like to meddle so much!" ”

Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying in surprise for a while, didn't understand why he lost his temper, calmly walked to another stool, and sat down facing Yue Ying.

"Did I let you sit?!"

Yue Ying was even more angry when she heard the movement, grabbed the things on the table casually, got up and threw them over.

Wen Xien didn't notice it for a while, but the half-cool brown liquid all splashed on her snow-white robe, and the teacup still didn't catch it despite her hurried efforts, and fell on the carpet with a complicated pattern, smashing into a dull sound.

In the huge empty hall, Yue Ying's rapid breathing due to anger was like a precursor to the beginning of war.

Yue Ying stood there, angry; And Wen Xien sat there and leaned over to pick up the teacup, put it firmly on the table, frowned slightly and shook the water on his clothes, and then raised his eyes to look at the other party, calmly.

- The calmness of the lake made Yue Ying gradually calm down.

It is often the case that if one person gets angry and the other gets angry, the scene immediately becomes inflammatory. However, if the other reaction is as bland as boiled water, then there is no need to splash it, just watch the anger gradually subside.

What's more, this seems to be a series of unhurried actions that seem to be funny, and if you still make a lot of noise, then what's the difference between it and going crazy.

Yue Ying's violently undulating chest gradually slowed down. After a while, he sat down face to face.

The two stared at each other for a while, but they didn't look at it, because Yue Ying was blind.

Wen Xien helped up the fallen stool, and then moved the stool to Yue Ying's side, with a stool in the middle, carefully placed the dishes and chopsticks neatly, and looked at Yue Ying helplessly.

Asked: "What's the matter, so upset." ”

Yue Ying sneered, there was a smug anger on Leng Jun's arrogant face, and said, "They are clumsy, I will train her, what does it matter to you." ”

Yue Ying never needs a reason to lose his temper, he can lose his temper with whoever he wants, even if he can't bear it.

"Didn't she do what you said?"

"So what?! She walks like she crawls, don't you see!? I'm blind and feel it! ”

Yue Ying was furious. Wen Xien smiled slightly, and before he could say anything, Yue Ying became impatient, got up and kicked down the stool he had just picked up, and shouted: "You stinky monk Shao nonsense there!" Who are you, and you speak for her!? Yes?! What the old do you mean you don't know what I mean! Think I'm training her?! It's your business! I just see what happened to her if I was upset! I didn't just discipline her! I'm going to kill her! What can you do to me! ”

Wen Xien was startled by Yue Ying's loud voice, and looked at the stool that was kicked down, and for a while there was no more movement or reaction - not even looking at Yue Ying.

Yue Ying's brows tightened, and she yelled at the door, "Someone!" After the maid hurriedly pushed the door in a panic, he roared: "Dead, right? I won't scream! ”

Wen Xien stood up at this moment and grabbed Yue Ying's arm, and waved his other hand at the maid.

Yue Ying opened Wen Xien's hand fiercely, pointed at Wen Xien and warned: "Let me tell you, stinky monk, you should be less nosy!" I won't punish her today, so don't even think about getting out completely! ”

Seeing that the maid was at a loss at the door, Wen Xien twisted her eyebrows and waved her hand again to signal her to go out.

The maid looked at Wen Xien nervously, hesitated, and then closed the door hesitantly and frightened.

When Yue Ying heard the sound of the door closing, she laughed instead, turned her head and pushed Wen Xien fiercely, mocking: "Monk, do you also think that I, a blind man, can't do anything to you?" You can do it! ”

Wen Xien stumbled, narrowly tripping over a chair behind him. She stood firm on the table, her expression not as relaxed as before.

She stared at Yue Ying for a while, exhaled helplessly, and then patted Yue Ying on the shoulder, pressed him to the seat, and asked him to sit down.

But Yue Ying opened Wen Xien's arm fiercely and shouted, "Don't touch me!" ”

Wen Xien raised his eyebrows, stopped looking at him, returned to his previous position in a hurry, and sat down.

Yue Ying stood with a gloomy face.

Wen Xien looked at him calmly, as if asking him if he was sitting or not.

Yue Ying stood for a long time, and then slammed all the tableware in front of her to the ground.

The sound of crackling echoed in the palace, and the young man's eyes were covered with white veil, and the cloth was woven from a needle and thread of silk, and the fabric was silky and shiny, which could be worth the income of an ordinary family for a year.

Because of the violent movements, his clothes were messy, and he was full of anger.

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