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Chapter Thirty-Four Sister Yu, Sickness, Shuang Shura(2/2)

An ugly hero saves beauty, but a beautiful woman cannot repay her. She can only bring her hair to her, and she will be a cow and a horse in the next life.

Generally, ladies from a family receive poems written by others for her, and the men and women are not married. If they return gifts, they usually think that I like you and you can propose marriage to me.

Therefore, the folk poems for women are also called marriage poems.

Didn’t this master leave the Jiaofang? The only way to leave the Jiaofang is to be married, so why do you have to give yourself a gift?

And if I left the Jiaofang, why did I meet him on the Xia Street last night?

With doubts in mind, Chunmei entered the main hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Yang Mo was stunned.

Not only did they know two girls in the room, but Li Xiuning, who was sitting in the head, turned out to be abnormal. She wore a red lady's clothing and even put on light makeup. She was so charming that she was full of charm and a full-length ladylike look.

It was amazing, but it made Yang Mo feel something was wrong.

Another girl I met stood at the bottom, which was the one who liked to quarrel but couldn't win every time.

The one I didn't know sat down at the lower head, tall, light, and beautiful, but his face was a little pale, worried, and looked a little sick, making people feel stingy when they saw it.

I guess this one is the teacher Yunrong.

Seeing Yang Mo come in, the three of them looked at the door, and Hua Su's eyes instantly glared: "You...you...handsome guy!"

Yang Mo was stunned. Why? Didn’t she see me last night?

"Oh, Huasu is here, don't be so polite."

Yang Mo had no idea about the interaction between him and Shi Yunrong, so he was just a little surprised by this sick girl and had no other thoughts.

And judging from the atmosphere, the two of them seemed to have had a very uneven meeting just now.

"Huasu, don't be arrogant in the Duke's Mansion, so that people think we have no etiquette."

Shi Yunrong's voice was a little hoarse, with a unique charm and full of magnetic properties. It made people feel a little numb when they first heard it. I couldn't help but want her to continue talking.

With no expression on his face, Hua Su nodded, resisting the surprise in her heart, and blinking her eyes at Yang Mo.

Li Xiuning didn't have a good face either: "How could the maid from the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom's Mansion not understand any etiquette?"

"I am a polite teacher."

Shi Yunrong ignored Li Xiuning, stood up, showed a faint smile on his face, and saluted Yang Mo.

"Girl is polite."

Yang Mo felt the smell of gunpowder between the two women and sat rationally on the chair farthest away from them.

Shi Yunrong walked up, spread his hands forward respectfully, and then bowed again: "I would like to thank the young master for giving him a poem yesterday."

Seeing her giving this great gift, Yang Mo stood up immediately and held up her elbow with his hands naturally: "Miss is so serious, so you don't have to give such a great gift."

Although it was separated by a veil, it was midsummer and the veil was very thin, and you could truly feel the temperature and texture on her arms.

A faint fragrance came, which made Yang Mo's spirit cheer up.

The skin and body fragrance of young beauty are so good...

"Ahem..."
Chapter completed!
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