Although his smile was fresh and refined, there was a sense of strength on Yongye Ruhua's face, which made the people present feel cold and had to pay attention to the beautiful woman in his arms.

Everyone was choking up like fish, and they didn't dare to make any guesses anymore. However, they were more sure that Young Master Yongye could be so partial to him, and he was really the wife recognized by the First Manor. Moreover, the identity of the owner of the Manor was not simple. Although he was not a peerless beauty, he could make Yongye angry. It seems that the First Manor was really a gathering of talents, and his status in the world was beyond doubt.

Although Yu Moqing was embraced by Yongye, she could feel that the atmosphere in the hall had changed. Everyone had already woken up from the suspicion just now, and then turned to amazed and surprised. She looked up from Yongye's arms, and Yongye was looking at her with a smile, without any feeling of her ugly face.

She was also shocked. She thought Yongye was just, but she didn't expect Lian Shuo to cut off Jia Hu's tongue directly. From everyone's mouth, she knew that Yongye must not be an angry person in the world, but now she is angry and hurtful for her? A ripples appeared in Yu Moqing's heart. Is this monster trying to justify her identity and status in his heart, or is it using her as an excuse to calm the humiliation she had just suffered and make her the target of public criticism?

In the face of these in her previous life, she clearly had the upper hand and could handle everything rationally, but now her tender and tender face is close to her, but she only has irritability and doubt in her heart. What's wrong with her?

Yongye saw Yu Moqing's doubts and hesitation, bent down and picked up the tulle that had fallen on the ground without any rest. After shaking it, he put it in again. He stroked Yu Moqing, who had been disturbed by pulling, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Yu Moqing suddenly felt a little discouraged. Did she really lose her judgment because of this monster's face and gentleness?

The troubling people in the hall were no longer afraid to vent their anger, for fear that their actions would provoke the monster in front of them and end up as embarrassing as Jia Hu.

Jia Hu's dull eyes were like a dead fish rolling his eyes. The blood-red color was stained with his gorgeous clothes and his arrogant pride. Suddenly he trembled, his twitching hands and feet trembled violently. He wanted to catch anything, but he couldn't catch anything. He didn't know where Shuo pointed his acupoint so that he couldn't make him sound, and he didn't even scream in pain. His eyes were clearly eager for others to come to save him, but because of Yongye's cold face, everyone was afraid of being implicated by Jia Hu, so no one dared to come forward to save him.

Seeing that Jiahu's situation became worse and worse, someone couldn't help but kneel down and begged, "Please ask the owner of the manor to spare his life. Mr. Jia is already like this. Please give the owner of the manor to be kind and let Mr. Jia have a way out!"

"Yes, yes! The owner of the manor is angry and let Mr. Jia live..."

"Yes, the owner of the manor is angry. Mr. Jia is in danger. If he doesn't have any treatment, he may... "

"Good the owner!"

When everyone heard the sound, they all got up from their seats, knelt down, and pleaded for Jia Hu.

Song Mu looked at the scene in the hall, and bits of sweat gradually oozed out of his handsome face. He clenched his palm tightly, walked towards Yongye with a tough bullet, and quickly apologized: "Song is here to apologize to the owner of the manor! Jia Hu has always been unrestrained. Song has reminded this many times, but he has not repentant. Now that he offended the owner of the manor, it is Song's crime! But Jia Hu is now like this. Please ask the owner of the manor to spare Jia Hu's life! Let the subordinates take him to treat him so that he will not fall into the root of the disease..."

Yongye smiled faintly on his cold face: "Mr. Song is the prefect of the court, Mr. Jia is a businessman and a commoner. What kind of love does Mr. Song asks for Mr. Jia this time?"

Yu Moqing immediately separated from the upset just now and pulled into the conversation between the two.

It was obvious that Song Mu was swallowed by these words and his face immediately became ugly. He naturally understood that officials and businessmen could not be traitorous. If they were made to deal with it under the national law, although he had the support of the prince, in this case, Yongye was the biggest person in the hall. If someone was disrespectful, then the ending would be like Jia Hu.

Seeing Jia Hu's bloody look, Yu Moqing thought of Lian Shuo's sword technique just now. It was exactly the same as when she practiced martial arts with Lian Shuo! When Yongye taught her, she only focused on fast and accurate moves. When Lian Shuo taught her, she looked very serious, unlike when she was not taught. But why was the artistic conception completely different from when she learned with him? Could it be that when she was teaching her, Lian Shuo also concealed something? She has always been unfamiliar with other people's martial arts, but only knows whether she has it. But now she is less than half of Lian Shuo, let alone Yongye. If Yongye has passed 30% of her internal strength, why didn't she notice her improvement at all? Instead, seeing Lian Shuo's body technique today, she suddenly realized that she had learned so many days in vain? How would she fight with Yongye at that time?

She turned around and looked at the demon, and found that Lian Shuo had disappeared. She frowned. When did Lian Shuo leave? Why didn't he sound at all...

Just as she was depressed, Song Mu pretended to calm down and continued to reply: "The owner of the manor really misunderstood. Song naturally pleaded for Jia Hu as a friend... Since Jia Hu could no longer speak wildly, I would like to ask the owner of the manor to spare Jia Hu's life for Song's sake..." Song Mu lowered his head and bowed his waist and did not match his three-point evil face. His heart, which was gradually expanding just now, was like a bird with a broken wing, falling to the ground.

"Mr. Song is afraid that he has misunderstood. He is only punishing him, but he does not take his life. When will he take someone else's life? Lord Song doesn't have to worry. This tongue only gives Mr. Jia a long memory and allows everyone to re-examine the status of the First Village. Besides, the First Village has never liked to owe anything to others. If his tongue breaks, he can take it back. It's just a while, but as long as Mr. Jia believes in the strength of the First Village, it's not difficult... Mr. Jia is just going to get some blood, and this is not a big deal. Lord Song doesn't have to worry about Mr. Jia anymore..." Yongye stopped the coldness he had just now, smiled softly, and said slowly, "Mrs. Xia and his wife are tired. Can Lord Song take us to the room to rest?" He hugged Yu Moqing tighter and prepared to take her away.

After hearing this, Song Mu immediately reacted: "Yes, Mr. Jia is fine... OK, the owner and his wife are tired... The room has naturally been arranged long ago. The official immediately sent his servant to bring the owner and his wife over. Come!" He greeted a servant and took Yongye and Yu Moqing out of the hall.

Jia Hu had been tortured by the pain of his tongue breaking, and was carried away by several servants in a dizzy manner. No one dared to say more for a while. The others present just lowered their heads and surrounded them with restraints, unable to recover from the shock just now.

Seeing Yongye and Yu Moqing leave the hall, Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the messy hall again, his eyes were filled with anger, and he called someone again, and then turned around and left.

Yongye and Yu Moqing followed a servant into a luxurious wing room, and the servant bowed and left.

When Yu Moqing saw the door closed, he sneered: "The servants are the same, they don't say a word. I still hope to talk about the layout and structure of the Song Mansion to see if they can get what they can do."

Yongye chuckled: "Didn't Qing'er see it? The servant looked pale, obviously, he was frightened by the scene just now. It was just a routine thing to bring us back to the room. Qing'er wants to chat with him? It's better to chat with Wei'er..." His hands tightened even more.

Yu Moqing realized that she was still in Yongye's arms. She just wanted to avoid doubting her and didn't push him away immediately. Now she forgot. She immediately started to push Yongye away. Unexpectedly, Yongye pressed her tighter and came over her body. The corners of her mouth curled: "Qing'er, I really couldn't imagine that this is the surprise you prepared for?" Then, her fingers touched her gauze with a hint of chill and slid by little.

When Yu Moqing heard this monster, the originally rebellious hand stopped and raised her eyebrows and said, "How is it? Are you satisfied?" She knew that this monster was going to settle the score with her. She would definitely not be kind to leave the hall in such a hurry.

Yongye could see that the girl was going to quarrel with her again, so he untied the gauze and gently stroked the incomplete face. He laughed: "You just want to see me being ugly, right? Why didn't you lift it up at the beginning? You have to wait until the beast Jiahu touched his dirty hands?"

Yu Moqing did not stop the hand from wiping her makeup, but raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you know that Jia Hu is a beast? Then you still stopped me and asked him a tongue? It's too cheap..." She thought to herself that this monster actually knew that she wanted to make him ugly, but Jia Hu's actions had already made her unhappy, so she just started to do it, and she was so angry that she was still stopped by this monster, otherwise Jia Hu would not have lost her tongue.

"After all, if you are a husband, you don't want to see blood, and you won't be willing to let your delicate hands get such dirty things. Just leave this kind of thing to your husband... Fortunately, he only touches the gauze, otherwise, if he dares to touch you, I will definitely lose both hands for your husband... not enough..." Yongye paused word by word, his eyes turned cold, and in the blink of an eye, he became soft again, and he pulled Yu Moqing closer to him with one hand, and a smile couldn't help but overflow with his mouth, "As long as it is you, no matter how beautiful or ugly you are, you will be dissatisfied with your husband... No one else's counts. If you want to make a fool of your husband, you will block your husband for you, how about you?"

Yu Moqing thought Yongye would blame her, but she didn't expect that she would say another love word. She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and joked with herself: "I really don't dislike this look? My face is also a peerless ugly woman, right?"

"Your Qing'er still remembers what I have ever seen? You can't just look at the appearance. So what about appearance? You are not as good as Qing'er..." Although Yongye stroked this face in his hand, his mom eyes kept staring at those bright eyes, "The person I believe in will never change for any reason from beginning to end. Qing'er, this is my promise to you."

The corners of Yu Moqing's mouth condensed with the self-deprecating curve just now, and the irritability just now gradually emerged again. She swallowed: "You don't need to promise me, you and I don't..."

"Qing'er, do you still think it has nothing to do with me?" Yongye's eyes were covered in dust, he stopped his movements, and looked at Yu Moqing more affectionately.
Chapter completed!