Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

Ning Yu paused after hearing this: "Is it replaced by the newly returned granddaughter?"

Taohong smiled and said: "Yes, I heard that the Zhongyong Hou Mansion paid special attention to the found granddaughter. Most of the families in the capital were invited, and even the inconspicuous second and third bedrooms were invited."

Ning Yu suddenly said: "Brother Shaofeng, do you know that the woman has changed?"

Taohong shook her head: "I don't know about this."

Ning Yu asked again: "Ning Huan, did you also receive the wedding invitation?"

Taohong nodded.

At this time, in the side courtyard of Ning Mansion, Ning Huan read the invitation and threw it to the ground angrily. She beat her injured leg:

"This Huo Xinran, why didn't you come back so early and so late, but why did you come back when I was seriously injured?"

Xianglan hunched her shoulders, suppressed her fear and whispered, "That's right, I won't be in a hurry at all."

Ning Huan looked at Xianglan and said to her, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Xianglan carefully poured a cup of tea for Ning Huan, stood a little further away and said:

"I heard that the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion invited the young masters from Quan Sheng Jingli this time, just so that their long-lost grandson can show her face in front of people in the various mansions."

She paused and said, "The young lady got engaged to the young master of the Imperial Servant's Mansion when she came back. Now all we have to do is exchange name cards."

Ning Huan twisted the handkerchief and said jealously: "Is such a good thing really possible? You have lived in a small mountain hook for more than ten years, and once you return home, you have everything?"

So what does the neglect that she Ning Huan has suffered in the past ten years count? !

Her eyes turned red with jealousy, and she said to Xianglan: "Go and pick up the wedding invitation. I want to see what the person who flies up the branch and becomes a phoenix looks like!"

Seeing the unrecognizable expression on her face, Xianglan tremblingly handed the wedding invitation to Ning Huan: "But, is it your legs?"

Ning Huan said calmly: "My legs, what's wrong with my legs? Aren't you there too?"

Xianglan bit her lip and finally whispered: "My slave is weak, I'm afraid I might accidentally throw the young lady..."

Ning Huan paused and said, "Tell Cai Lian to follow me. You two can support me and I can walk."

Xianglan lowered her eyes and nodded.

Zong Guohui staggered out of Huang Shi's bookstore, clutching the broken silver.

Everyone outside the house saw her steadfast steps and tears on her face. They all stood aside and pointed at her with disdainful expressions.

But she didn't even look at it. She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her face and walked towards the clothing store not far away.

In the clothing store, two little maids were pulling on a gorgeous dress and looking at the beautiful girl in front of them.

Zhao Yan was holding a round fan with a graceful expression. She seemed to be casually looking at a set of ruby ​​​​heads and masks on the counter.

It must be that my makeup was not very good today, so I was left behind by Chu Ye.

If she dressed up more carefully and appeared in front of him, based on her family background, she didn't believe that Chu Ye could not be tempted.

That face was graceful and luxurious, and wearing it would definitely make her look more beautiful than anyone else. She nodded to the shopkeeper beside her: "I want this, and I'll put it in the account of the Taiwei Mansion."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled happily: "Yes, Miss Yan'er, the dress the two little maids are holding matches this suit of hair and face. Do you think...?"

After being the shopkeeper for so many years, Zhao Yan can be regarded as one of the most generous ladies in Beijing.

Her sister is the queen of the palace, her father is the leading lieutenant in the court, and she is the boss of the family, so she has never been short of money.

Therefore, every time Zhao Yan came to the shop, the shopkeeper would personally wait on her.

Zhao Yan casually glanced at the shopkeeper's flattering face, glanced at the gorgeous dress, and nodded lightly: "I want this one too."

The other two little maids also pulled up their skirts and came forward. One of them smiled and said, "Miss, do you like this?"

Zhao Yan only glanced at it and then nodded, and the two maids happily handed the dresses to the embroiderers in the shop.

Because everyone in this shop, from the shopkeeper to the waiter to the embroidery girl, are all respectful, polite and cautious to me.

After doing this, Zhao Yan's depression about the unsuccessful attempt to strike up a conversation with Chu Ye in the morning dissipated.

She said to the shopkeeper who was standing beside her with his eyes lowered and bowed, "I'll take those few items just now and send them to the Taiwei's Mansion together."

The shopkeeper was respectful and said with a flattering smile: "Yes, yes, I know."

Zhao Yan stroked her hair on her temples and walked out the door.

She waved to the maids: "Let's go, follow this lady to the next rouge shop."

The little maids surrounded her and walked towards the door.

Zong Guohui held the pieces of silver tightly in her hands. She leaned forward and headed towards the largest clothing store in Tiansheng City.

Before he even got close, he saw four little maids walking out of the room, surrounded by a young girl.

The little maids were chattering and excitedly discussing where the rouge was the most delicate and where the rouge was the fairest.

Zong Guohui paused while holding the stone lion in front of the shop: a pair of three-white eyes flashed with calculation.

When Zhao Yan and her group approached, Zong Guohui saw the opportunity and rushed towards her.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Yan was enjoying herself while listening to the discussion of the little maids. She didn't expect a figure to rush towards her quickly. Before she could make a move, the figure bumped into her.

When the little maids saw someone coming straight towards their young lady, they subconsciously pulled Zhao Yan aside.

Therefore, Zhao Yan was not injured.

Zong Guohui fell to the ground hard. She paused and then raised her hand that was choked and bleeding.

She looked at the bleeding palm and shed tears in pain: "I'm sorry, girl, I'm in a hurry, eh? Sister Yan'er?"

Zhao Yan held her arm that was a little painful from being hit, and asked doubtfully: "A young official and a concubine?"

As if remembering something, she covered her mouth with a round fan: "Oh, look at my mouth, are you that sister Hui'er?"

A smart little maid stepped forward to help Zong Guohui up. She brushed Zong Guohui's dress and with a casual glance, she saw the purple mark hidden under Zong Guohui's collar.

The little maid paused for a moment, then put down her hand; she looked at Zong Guohui with disdain, and quickly walked back to Zhao Yan.

Zong Guohui stood firm. She waved her hands despite the pain and said, "It's me, sister. Didn't you hurt your sister?"

Seeing the blood beads flying around on her hands, Zhao Yan hid behind the little maids: "Is my sister's hand okay? Why don't you take me to the hospital to bandage it?"

When Zong Guohui heard that he was going to bandage, he quickly pressed his hand on the stone lion beside him and wiped it: "No, no, it will be fine if there is no bleeding."

Zhao Yan and several maids were stunned when they saw Zong Guohui's movements.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Zhao Yan looked at the few lines of blood and tears on the stone lion's face, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "If it doesn't bleed... it will be fine?!"