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Wen Qing recruited the little daughter over, and nodded to her secretly, then Wen Yuerong blushed on the spot, walked calmly to the center of the crowd with small steps, and first gave a speech to the representatives of the small city lords who came. And the officials in the city met with a salute,

"Today is Yuerong's big day, everyone can take time out of their busy schedules to come to participate, Yuerong is really grateful."

Her voice was very soft, without the pampering feeling of a young lady of the family, and it was this that made people feel more pitiful. Everyone stood up and returned the salute for a while, and their faces were almost wrinkled with smiles.

Wen Yuerong waited until everyone had finished what they had to say, and then moved to Di Shang, her hands twisted together nervously, "I think these two are the Mr. Shang and Mr. Qiu that Daddy said, right? That's polite."

She bit her lower lip lightly, bowed softly, and when she got up, she kept looking at the other party with those eyes that seemed to be full of autumn water, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was going to talk to Di Shang on purpose. Yes, even the mention of Qiuman is just incidental.

It's a pity that a certain person didn't accept her intentions at all, and just got up and replied weakly, "Hello."

Wen Yuerong was taken aback by Di Shang's unemotional reply, and it took her a while to smile again, "Mr. Shang, my mother mentioned you to me yesterday, saying that you..."

"I'm not interested in listening to this." Di Shang couldn't help but lose his temper after all the hard work. It wasn't that this woman offended him, but that the gentleness of Wen Yuerong's body aroused him for a while. Not a very good memory.

Wen Yuerong suddenly turned pale, "...what?"

"I said, Princess Wen wants to talk about love, so please move." Di Shang raised his chin and pointed at the noisy people in the audience, "I think they are more willing to hear this than I am."

With such merciless words, Di Shang photographed the face of this seemingly fragile woman in front of him without even thinking about it, which shocked everyone in the hall so much that their jaws dropped. Among them, only Qiu Man and Qiao An were used to it. Everyone is doing their own thing.

"You!" Wen Jiaxi, who had been quiet all this time, couldn't help standing up from the guest seat, and pointed at Di Shang with a raised hand, "You are too deceitful!"

His sound frightened Wen Qing quite badly, and even the anger that had surged up because of the words of the few people before was frightened away. Seeing Di Shang's expression was already displeased, Wen Qing hurriedly shouted,

"Xi'er! Stop messing around!"

"Father!" Wen Jiaxi snapped back, and got a stare from his father, finally he could only grit his teeth and sit back with his fists clenched.

Wen Qing nodded in satisfaction, and then apologized to Di Shang, "Your honored guest, don't blame me, Xi'er is young and energetic, and she acts impulsively."

Count on your quick reaction, otherwise your son's hand will not be wanted.Di Shang withdrew his gaze to stop Qiao An's movements, and waved his hands plainly, "No problem." What he hated the most was when others pointed at him, but he spared the boy for the sake of staying overnight.

Wen Qing didn't know that he had retrieved one of his son's hands, but after this farce, he knew the truth that a twisted melon is not sweet, so he just coaxed his little girl to throw the hydrangea, but it was a pity that his heart was dark. Xu, falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless...

Wen Jiaxi sat there, not calming down for a long time, thinking secretly in his heart, waiting for the three of them to leave Moon City, they must make them look good!

"That boy is a ruthless character." Di Shang knocked on the corner of the table, and commented without emotion. The boy just looked at him, and it is easy to think of that kind of half-baked wolf cub, or The green-eyed kind.

"Is the master going to get rid of him?" Qiao An knew that he was talking to him when he heard Di Shang's voice, and replied softly without thinking, that young master of the Wen family was only at the sixth level of spiritual cultivation , as long as Di Shang nodded, he could find an opportunity to kill people cleanly.

Di Shang shook his head lightly, "Just wait and see what happens, if you can use it for your own use, it will be a benefit."

There are rumors in Yuecheng that it is the place where the moon grows old and becomes a fairy, so many ladies have thrown hydrangea balls over the years to choose relatives. A long time ago, the former city lord built a "red thread platform" in the middle of Yuecheng for the girls to throw hydrangea balls. , and the amazing thing is that as long as the girl who throws the hydrangea at the "Red Thread Terrace", there will be a lover who will eventually get married, without exception.

Growing up listening to the stories of "only envying mandarin ducks but not immortals", Princess Wen of Yuecheng wanted to throw a hydrangea ball at the "Red Thread Terrace" to find Mr. Ruyi since she was a child, although the family members were not very willing, But I couldn't hold back the wish of the apple of my eye, and thought that if I was not satisfied, it would be a big deal to give some benefits, or if I was scared, I would just send people away, so I booked the "Red Line Table" a month ago, inside and outside. He wished to move the entire Wen Mansion here to show the style of the Wen family, and envied many girls in the city who had not left the court.

Di Shang and the others were sitting in the room, and the outside was surrounded by several large screens, so they couldn't see the outside scene at all, but when they heard the commotion suddenly increased, they knew that the hydrangea in Wen Yuerong's hand had been thrown out. up.

It can't be seen that he is in a hurry, Di Shang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then continued to drink tea. Anyway, it doesn't matter if Princess Wen marries a chicken or a dog. It's over.

Compared with Di Shang's indifference, Wen Qing's face was rarely darkened. Seeing Zhou Zidai coming out from behind the screen, he couldn't help asking, "What's going on? Rong'er..." If there weren't so many people present, he I want to ask if my daughter's hand is slippery. Which family throws the hydrangea so quickly, and some have waited for a few days. She is so good, she just throws it when she goes out. How can she be so sloppy in a lifetime? , It's just nonsense!

"Master, let's call someone up first." Zhou Zidai looked pretty, as if she was quite satisfied with the person her daughter picked?

Wen Qing stared at Zhou Zidai suspiciously, even if her daughter might be unreliable, her wife's vision is not wrong, she chose this stage, is there really such a good thing in the world?

"Go and invite people up." Wen Qing waved his hands reluctantly, everyone was watching, not to mention there was Ke Qing from Feng's family, a cutscene must be inevitable.

As soon as he finished speaking, a steady and deep voice came up,

"No need, this seat has already come up." Feng Yufei lifted the hem of his clothes in front of him with one hand, and held a hydrangea covered with flowers of various colors in the other. , wearing light yellow clothes, with black hair in high bundles, blue eyes, and an alluring face, isn't it the legendary young master Feng Yuhuan.