Early the next morning, Ye Xuan had breakfast, said hello to Yun Lan, and left Xiao's house.

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The Nanshan villa group is a gathering place for the wealthy in Kunshi, and each villa here is sold for more than 30 million.

"This is it. Ye Xuan looked at the European-style villa in front of him and nodded.

The Tang family in Yunzhou is the second of the three marriage letters.

Five minutes later—

Ye Xuan sat in a classical and elegant hall, his hands as white as jade, holding a milky white porcelain cup, his eyes swept the hall slightly, and his gaze froze in front of a painting.

Painting withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, several people dotted, under the fierce west wind, a person riding a horse, in the sunset, caries alone, leaving an endless bleak back.

Ye Xuan recalled,

That year, he met a poet on horseback, and the passing back became an eternal picture in the poet's heart.

He listened to the poet chanting: "Withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west winds and thin horses, the sun sets, and people with broken intestines are at the end of the world." ”

Years later, the poet made this painting.

Countless years have passed, and the poet who painted will never have imagined that the person in the painting is still alive in the world.

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Above the hall,

A middle-aged woman flipped through the somewhat yellowed marriage book, sighed helplessly, and secretly said in her heart, "It's time to come after all." ”

The woman is dignified, dressed in gorgeous clothes, quite graceful, and even her voice seems to be extravagant: "My surname is Cheng, you can call me Mrs. Cheng." ”

Her voice was lazy, with innate nobility, frowning slightly, and said, "About this marriage letter, there is indeed something..."

Ye Xuan came back to his senses: "I came this time just for the marriage book..."

Cheng Yue's face was slightly gloomy, as soon as Ye Xuan came in, she made up her mind, how could she let the proud daughter of the Tang family marry this... Poor boy.

Poor boy is already a more polite adjective, Ye Xuan is dressed in shabby and old clothes, and since he came in, he has been staring at the ancient paintings on the wall, like a hillbilly who has never seen the world.

"The beautiful scenery of Kunshi is famous all over the world, you came in a hurry, the scenery of Nanshan is beautiful, the temples are numerous, and the tourists are weaving, have you ever seen it?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

"The stone forest in the west of the city, the Jiuxiang cave, are all wonders of the world, can you go and take a look?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

"The Grand View Building is built near the water, looking at the South Mountain, taking in the lake and mountains, and there are literati and ink writers of the past dynasties inscribed poems and paintings, have you ever taken a look?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

Cheng Yue's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his voice became colder: "Young man, in this way, as soon as you come to Kunshi, the first thing you do is to come to our Tang family to deliver the marriage certificate?"

Ye Xuan didn't refute, although he didn't come to the Tang family directly, it was about the same, he was indeed very anxious.

He wanted to get out of the marriage as soon as possible, but he got rid of this past, and apologized to the Tang family for his recklessness in the previous life.

If the marriage of Miss Tang is delayed because of this, then he can give the Tang family some compensation appropriately.

"Do you think that with this marriage letter, I will marry my daughter to you?"

Cheng Yue coldly threw the marriage book at the young man's feet, and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyebrows.

It's really ridiculous, this young man came in a hurry, not looking at the wind and snow, the scenery of lakes and mountains, but he ran to their Tang Mansion, he was young, and his mind to climb the dragon and the phoenix was so eager.

Ye Xuan was dumbfounded, picked up the marriage book on the ground, patted the dust, and his movements were indescribably elegant.

He was just about to explain something, Cheng Yue raised his head, and his eyes became more and more cold:

"I like to talk to smart people, I want you to be smart enough, you know what I mean, right?"

"Why?" Ye Xuan nodded.

"Why!" Cheng Yue repeated, his eyes widening, as if he had heard an idiot-like question.

She laughed a little, and even there was a little smile in her eyes, Ye Chen knew that it was a disdainful smile.

"Our Tang family doesn't dare to say that it is the top family in Kunshi and even Yunzhou, and it is at least in the top ten, and you are just a shabby poor boy, is this reason enough?"

"The painting you have been staring at is not a treasure, but it is also the work of the famous composer Ma Zhiyuan, which has been handed down from the Yuan Dynasty, and this painting is enough for you to struggle for a lifetime. ”

Cheng Yue blew the tea, took a sip, raised his head, looked at Ye Xuan, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger:

"The chair you sit on is made of the most precious pineapple wood, an old object of the former Qing Dynasty, and the patterns on it are carved by the carvers of the imperial court, worth hundreds of thousands;

The tea set in your hand is the fine product of the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, worth millions, and the tea you drink is Yunzhou Jingua Gong Tea, a national second-class cultural relic, and one hundred grams will cost 350,000 yuan, which is priceless and marketable. ”

"These things are something you can't struggle for in your life, but in the eyes of my Tang family, they are commonplace, now do you understand?"

"Mom, are there any guests?"

As he spoke, a sweet voice came from outside, and he saw a shadow coming.

The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a sky blue dress to modify the bumpy devil figure, her legs are slender and straight, dazzling, and her delicate and impeccable cheeks are very beautiful, which is somewhat similar to Cheng Yue, but it is more cold.

The girl glanced at Ye Xuan and was slightly stunned.

This young man's eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like stars, and his temperament is even more rare and ethereal, he is even more handsome than all the boys he has ever seen, and the hands holding the teacup, the ten fingers are white and slender, and they are even more beautiful than the hands of a girl.

Is there such a beautiful boy in the world?

It's just that the young man's clothes are shabby and old, and at first glance, he looks like he is from a poor family.

This point is destined for the boy and her to be two classes of people.

"Qingya, you came just in time, do you remember that our family has a marriage contract? Cheng Yue pouted disdainfully.

"What?" Tang Qingya opened her mouth wide, and there was a touch of disdain in the depths of her eyes, "You mean to let me marry this poor boy?"

"I don't care, I won't marry anything. Tang Qingya pouted and said coquettishly: "Mom, my little sisters, especially Chu Qing, if she knew that the dignified Tang family eldest lady had such a hillbilly fiancé, she wouldn't laugh at me to death!"

"How do you let your daughter hold her head up after school?"

"Ms. Cheng, Miss Tang, I think you may have misunderstood!"

Finally, Ye Xuan stood up, put down the teacup, and said in a light voice: "Actually, I came this time to get out of the marriage... However, now that I have repented, I have decided that Ming Media is marrying your daughter and that she will be divorced openly......"

Ye Xuan said as he walked outside the house, Cheng Yue's face was gloomy and dripping with water.

The moment he was about to step out of the hall, Ye Xuan turned his head and smiled, revealing a neat row of white teeth.

"This gourd tribute tea is great, the tea set is also high-quality, and the chair is very comfortable to sit on, but I don't like it, they all exude a vulgar and philistine atmosphere, which makes people sick to their stomachs. But—"

"I love seeing you with a black face, like now, and that makes me comfortable. ”

After speaking, Ye Xuan waved his sleeves and turned his head to leave.

There was a "click" behind him, but the tea set of the official kiln of the Song Dynasty was thrown to the ground, followed by a rough roar:

"I want my daughter to marry you, and make your spring and autumn dreams!"

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