She could see the lawsuit when a few little girls were sitting here. Those little thoughts were so simple that they were pitifully cute.

These girls often whispered her a few words, but they were a little disgusting.

When Yang Yuying got distracted, the game started to play.

The bouquet fell in Lin Yiyi's hands twice, and once in the hands of a little girl with a slightly round body and a little girl named Lu. Lin Yiyi drank a glass of wine with a smile, and performed a unique skill of throwing a blindfolded pot.

No wonder the little girl is likable. She has a bright smile. Her words and smiles are neither old-fashioned nor frivolous, but just gentle and cute.

Another drum sound started and ended, and the bouquet fell in Yang Yuying's hands.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A group of little girls turned to look at her, their eyes were burning, and lawsuits were written between the corners of their eyes and eyebrows.

At the other end of the corridor, Zou Ci slapped his head suddenly, his eyes shining, and he took two steps at three steps at the same time. When he reached the railing, his eyes were shining and he was ready to rub his hands.

Before he could say anything to help cousin Fu, Qi Ming and Qi Zheng rushed forward to block his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Zou Ci was so slashed that he rolled his eyes.

Qi Ming was sweating all over his forehead and looked at Shi Xiuyuan with lingering fear: "Are you a fool, your friend?"

When he quarreled, everyone knew they were peeping at other girls and playing.

What's even more terrifying is that if he really talks nonsense and ruins the reputation of the Fu cousin, it would be great! Even if he wants to change his sister-in-law, it wouldn't be so happy.

Yang Yuying held the bouquet in her hand, looking relaxed. In fact, if she didn't want to pick it up, she wouldn't be able to fall here no matter what. Why bother? Sitting with young girls in the garden, next to the stream, smelling the fragrance of flowers, playing some games that girls like, what's the point of being happy about, she took a break from her busy schedule and enjoying this moment of peace.

"I can't drink, just drink."

A smile flashed through Yang Yuying's eyes, "It's better to punish me to tell a story."

The girls didn't even answer, but Yang Yuying had already opened her red lips and said in a casual manner: "There was a woman named Pingting in the previous dynasty. She was born like a god and was very beautiful. She once had a fiancé and was also a noble son who was famous all over the world. She was three more heroic than Pan An and Song Yu."

Yang Yuying tells the story of a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Even now, the noble daughters in the capital are not allowed to read such idle books. Their families are afraid that their children will be removed from their temperaments, so they are strictly guarding against such novels.

But the more I was not allowed to read, the more curious everyone became. Even though they had some small thoughts about Yang Yuying, they became fascinated when they heard the story.

Yang Yuying is also good at telling stories, her voice is neither fast nor slow, and she tells how beautiful a beautiful woman is, how cute she is, what she wants, and what she is gentle and affectionate fiancé.

She described a love that the boy was moved by in a few words, which was what this young girl yearned for the most.

After three years of getting married, getting engaged, having sex with each other, childhood sweethearts finally got married, and it was natural.

Seeing the two getting married, Yang Yuying described the grand wedding in a very gentle voice. The bride's dowry was more than just a ten-mile red makeup, which was a wealth that she would enjoy for several lifetimes.

Then when we were newlywed, the bride sat on the peanuts and red dates full of beds, looking forward to the future life. The next moment, the personal maid rushed into the gate of the new house with blood and shouted loudly: "The son-in-law has killed someone. Our son, uncle, uncle, aunt and grandmother, are all killed by the son!"

All the girls were terrified.

Because Yang Yuying could tell stories, they were so fascinated that they all put themselves into the heroine and the bride. It seemed that the scene of Shili Hongzhuang getting married really appeared in front of them.

Before I could finish thinking about it, the turning point was so abrupt.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Yang Yuying still had a gentle and plain expression, and her voice was neither high nor low: "The bride was stunned on the spot, feeling unruly. She only believed that someone had played a bad joke with her. She hurriedly got up and dragged her luxurious wedding dress that had been embroidered by more than a dozen embroiderers for a year, ran out of the new house, and rushed towards her husband in the sky. She saw her husband holding a long bow and shooting an arrow straight into his eyebrows!"

"ah!"
Chapter completed!