"Woo."

Lin Yiyi whimpered and said in a low voice, "Why? Sister Fu, this story, this story is illogical! It cannot be told like this."

This is the first time Qi Fangling agrees with Lin Yiyi's statement.

The girl in the green jacket and skirt stared at Yang Yuying as stupid as she was.

Tang Hong and a few girls were humming angry, but the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were nervous and hesitant.

Yang Yuying blinked: "Well, since everyone doesn't like it, then I won't talk about it?"

Everyone: "..."

Zou Ci shouted loudly across the corridor: "Don't, let's talk about it, what will happen next! Madam Qin is dead or alive, why did Young Master Fan kill his lover!"

The others were speechless for a moment.

Although everyone is in a very bad mood and is frightened when they hear this now, but they are suffering, how can they not continue to listen?

"The bride is really dead?"

"A bow and arrow are fake?"

"Fan Lang must have been threatened, no, he was given a ecstasy and used a spell, otherwise why would he have to kill Niangzi Qin?"

In Yang Yuying's story, the heroine's surname is Qin, so she is Niangzi Qin. She is more handsome than Pan An's noble son named Fan and is known as Fan Lang.

"This story has just begun."

Yang Yuying chuckled, her eyes fluttered, and continued to talk, "But said that Madam Qin died, she felt her soul lightly leaving the body, and walked forward in a daze. Halfway through, she saw a bald monk and a lame Taoist priest standing by the mountain quarreling. The two of them had no choice but to change their luck, and the other said, Madam Qin rolled up her sleeves and blew up a wind, and Madam Qin was unconscious."

"When she opened her eyes again, she saw a mourning hall. It was her father's mourning hall. Fan Lang stood beside her and comforted her gently."

"Miss Qin's mind was blank. In her eyes, this former lover was not an individual, but an evil ghost who crawled out of hell and gnawed their family."

With just a few words, the girls were once again attracted to their attention.

"Miss Qin's origin is not simple. His father was the top scholar and was loved by the emperor. He abandoned literature and followed the military. He served as the general for ten years. He was the emperor and Mu Dengzhou. He won every battle and was called the general of the victory. All the generals and generals in the world bowed down... Now, whether it is the family or the father's relatives and friends, they all trust Fan Lang very much."

"My mother is sick and her younger brother is young. She is the eldest daughter in the family. When her father is there, she often holds her on her knees to handle official duties. In the hearts of the generals at home, her status is not lower than that of her younger brother. As her fiancé, Fan Lang is naturally trusted. Therefore, she has no time to be sad."

"She wants to change the miserable situation she is about to face."

Yang Yuying's storytelling skills have been tested seriously. The storytellers in teahouses and taverns are not necessarily as good as hers.

After Qin Niangzi was reborn, how could he support his family business and raise his younger brothers in this chaotic world with his own strength? How could he build up his team and follow Ming to dominate the world through the past five years of experience. In the end, he really made a foundation, avenge himself and the Qin family, and made a fortune.

During this period, she suffered and she cried. Because she was a daughter, she was discriminated against and encountered countless troubles. The whole story was heart-wrenching, and she heard people following Niangzi Qin's mood, sometimes happy and sometimes melancholy.

Even a big man like Zou Ci couldn't help but curse when he heard the grievances that Niang Qin suffered: "What's wrong with a woman? She led the way on the road to suppressing bandits and planned and won thousands of miles on the battlefield. What does her achievements have to do with whether she is a man or a woman? A hero is a hero. You can't become a bear just because she is a daughter's family, right?"

The girls here originally thought that Mr. Fan was a talented and beautiful woman, but now they have long hated this man so much that his teeth hurt. He even couldn't even hear his name.

After a story was told, it became dark.

Lanyuan’s literary gathering is about to end.

Tang Hong suddenly came to her senses and looked at her with a few handkerchiefs, all of whom were a little confused.

Didn’t you mean to make this little girl look embarrassed?

The sisters were ready to make a move, just waiting to make a move so that everyone present could know that she was an idiot, especially when Shi Xiuyuan, and Mr. Shi saw the details of this person clearly.

But when they heard the story, they actually forgot all of this.

Tang Hong: “…”

Miss Lu whispered: "Play the flowers by beating the drum, and then play?"

She actually has a whole set of lines to say, basically, the current gameplay is a bit boring and should be increased. If anyone passes the bouquet in next time, ask someone who receives the flower to give a question, whether it is related to piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, or articles, it is necessary to perform.

At the literary meeting, how could they be worthy of the intention of the Jingshan Bo Mansion to hold the literary meeting if they didn’t play the piano and paint well?

However, time passed a little long, and Miss Lu’s lines forgot all over.

Now I barely remembered my duties, and even said something very guilty. My little eyes floated on the left and right, and I didn't dare to look directly at everyone.

Zhuangzhuang first covered her belly and hummed: "I'm hungry, aunt, let's go for dinner?"

Although he had eaten a lot before he came to play, he was a child, and he just wanted to have more meals.

"Zhuangzhuang doesn't go to school today, but she still has to review her books at night. She has to write big characters. It's very tiring to write big characters. If she doesn't eat enough, she can't hold on until she's full."

The child made serious requests and tried hard to make everyone agree with him.

Yang Yuying smiled so hard that she reached out and held the little ball and left on her own.

Shi Xiuyuan: "..."

He hasn't said anything yet!

Today I asked the Qi family to hold a literary party, not to let these little girls listen to the story, but to say a few words to this cheap fiancée seriously.

Shi Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment. There were too many people here, so he did not call people directly.

Until the end of the literary meeting, Shi Xiuyuan never found a good opportunity to be alone with other girls.

The eldest lady of the Qi family is actually very considerate. This writing ceremony is designed to provide convenience for Shi Xiuyuan. Every time this kind of writing ceremony, as long as the young lady is interested, she will always find an opportunity to say a few words in her heart.

Jingshan Bo Mansion is a very conservative family in the capital, and the rules are quite strict. If it is changed to a banquet held by other families, there will be a common place for men and women to have a co-season.

However, Shi Xiuyuan himself did not think of a solution, so he asked the eldest young lady of the Qi family to take the initiative to point it out and urged her cousin at home to have a secret meeting with a foreign man, but she would never do it.

Even if this is an unmarried couple, she can't do it.

The Liang family has strict tutoring and has always been very conservative in this regard.

On this day, she saw her baby son playing with her cousin Fu. She was anxious and helpless, but her face was not easy to show. She couldn't think of a way to help Shi Xiuyuan, and she was upset and even the heat became more difficult.

As soon as Qi Ming returned to the house, he immediately asked Shi Xiuyuan and cousin Fu about it. Liang immediately lowered his face and angrily criticized him.

"Ask me? How do I know! Look at these messy things in your Qi family."

Qi Ming:??

Liang took a breath and wanted to say something, but the maid outside Tingyu said, "Madam, the young master is here."

"So late, let the wind blow carefully, let the child come in."

Liang was immediately delighted.

Zhuangzhuang was wearing a blue long gown, holding the tray in both hands, and smiled as she entered the door: "Dad, mother, show you a good thing."

Liang was stunned.

On the tray in Zhuangzhuang's hand, there were two thin short shirts, very short, no sleeves, and no buttons. I guess even if there were buttons, they couldn't tie them, and they looked crooked. Not to mention the embroiderer, this craft was not as good as that of the embroiderer, even Liang, who had not done craftsmanship for more than ten years, could not make such bad clothes.

However, the materials are obviously first-class and the color is also very beautiful. They are water-blue and emit bright light. From a distance, they look like flowing water.

"This is called a cold shirt."

Zhuangzhuang held his parents' hand and gently pressed his head on his short shirt.

At first, it was a little cool, but in just a moment, Qi Ming raised his eyebrows lightly and felt the heat on his body dissipate in the blink of an eye. The sweat was still there, but his body was gradually cooler.

"I did this myself!"

Zhuang Zhuang looked proud.

Today, Yang Yuying took him off the table early. The child was clamoring to have a meal, and suddenly he wanted to have a barbecue on a whim. Yang Yuying thought about it but did not refuse. She just coaxed him to eat barbecue and had to change his clothes.

Now the silk shirt on your body is burned and roasted, and it is sweating profusely, and it will soon become less decent.

After saying that, Yang Yuying cut a few bamboo sticks and brought a few balls of ice silk. She sat down to teach Zhuangzhuang's ice-weaving silkworm shirt.

This ice silk is not the silk spit out by ordinary ice silkworms. It is fed by Ouyang Xue with his own spiritual energy. This type of ice silk woven clothes are worn in midsummer. It is comfortable and beautiful. Those who have never tried it will never imagine it.

This type of ice silkworm is a rare treasure in the world.

But Yang Yuying only used it to play casually, and asked Zhuangzhuang to learn to weave a cool shirt with it. I don’t know how much it was wasted, so I got two of them.

Zhuangzhuang didn't know that he was wasting himself. He was so happy that he felt fulfilled. He didn't wait until tomorrow, so he took the things to present treasures to his parents.

It can be seen that he usually thinks his parents are strict, but deep down he is still close to his parents.

The child may not know the goods, but Qi Ming and Liang are not stupid. They can tell that this thing is a treasure after a glance. Then they listen to Zhuangzhuang sitting there and telling how hard he worked - "These silk threads are very thin, and they will be messy and cannot be used if they are a little wrong. I will only weave it until the fifth time.'

Qi Ming: "..."

He thought that his cousin Fu had a very good temper. It was rare for such a naughty child to be beaten to death and still coax him to play with him.

On the second day, as soon as he put on his cold shirt, Qi Ming and the eldest young lady suddenly felt the benefits. Walking under the sun, his body was cold and sweat-free, not the kind of coldness in the ice cave, just like the slightest chill rising from the well next to an ancient well on the dark side. It was so comfortable.

As soon as he got up early, Zhuangzhuang came out to enjoy breakfast with his parents. His servant Heidou had a strong eye to open the food box he brought with him, picked out the sugar garlic, small vegetarian meatballs, wine-made fermented beans and fermented beans and barley porridge and other small plates and bowls in front of his little master.

These are not expensive foods, they are very simple, but compared to the greasy dishes on the table, Qi Ming and Liang couldn't help but eat several cloves of candy and garlic. After tasting the scent of wine, the little meatballs were even more willing to swallow them all in one breath. After a few bites, they probably opened their stomachs and felt even more hungry. If Qi Ming hadn't at least had the consciousness that he had become a father and was embarrassed to really make the child cry, he would probably have done the shameless thing of not taking away the Zhuangzhuang Food Box.

Qi Ming stared at his son's food box, and had a fierce fight. He closed his eyes and turned his head, and then heard his wife ask with a smile: "Son, you have several layers of food box, what is it in it?"

"The rice and desserts my aunt made, as well as cold drinks, cold skin, cold shrimp, wine-making meatballs, yogurt and fruit salad, sour plum soup..."

Liang smiled: "Today, Daddy, my mother worked so hard and wanted to eat desserts."

Zhuangzhuang was stunned and without much hesitation, so he opened the second floor of the big food box with great considerateness and contributed more than half of it.
To be continued...