Hua Wanqian's face here was extremely difficult to see. Sure enough, that old man didn't forget to plot against him even before he died.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room condensed to a point, and no one said anything until a sound broke the silence here.

"Why don't everyone speak? His face looks so ugly, but the tea here is not up to everyone's wishes?" Xiang Siyu faded away the indifference he had just now and only looked at everyone.

In fact, just in the back hall, she also figured it out that she is a saint in this life and is destined to live alone and die alone, but her sister is different. She cannot love or get married, so she will make her sister happy, and with her part, she will be happy together.

Seeing that my sister was worried about the slick man, she must have already made a secret promise.

However, the boy named Hua was so slick and didn't know if it was worth it. She entrusted his sister to him.

She must have decided before she will give up.

If her sister can be happy in this life, she will give Jixiangmu to her sister according to her father's hope.

"Beauty, you figured it out. Are you going to come back and get married to me?" Hua Wanqian was dying and was still trying to calm down there.

A hint of disgust flashed in Xiangsiyu's eyes, and then disappeared, "Since the playboy is not married, then I will betroth my sister to you, how about it?"

"Sister? Huahua?" Hua Wanqian looked at Xiang Siyu in confusion, and then looked at Huahua next to her.

This is ridiculous.

Huahua he raised was obviously an uncle, so they were not at the same level.

"That, no, beauty, when did I say, I didn't marry a wife, I am the king of the clan, and my family has three thousand beauties, how could it be a bachelor! Huahua, I raised her since I was a child, how could I marry her? What a joke!"

Hua Wanqian blurted out the words he refused, no matter what he said, he would shirk it first.

Xiang Siyu's face looked a little ugly, and she knew it in her heart. Sure enough, her sister was unrequited, and this man didn't care about her at all.

But it's better for him to refuse now, so his sister won't be obsessed with it anymore.

Huahua's face was pale, and she seemed to feel pain in her heart as a needle. She knew that the uncle had always treated her as a child, but she didn't think so in her heart.

She will never forget his heroic and heroic posture on the battlefield a hundred years ago, and even more so that he looked down at all living beings that day. In his eyes, the Buddhas and sentient beings were so small and vulnerable.

However, just at a glance, she lost her heart and fell into poverty for thousands of years.

Whenever she saw him with other concubines, her heart was like a knife cut. She didn't know what it was like. She only knew that that feeling made her uncomfortable. She couldn't break free and could only let herself run aimlessly in the fields, as if only that would she be able to be better.

Later, she grew up and finally learned from other concubines that the pain was called liking, so she had a thought in her mind, that is, she liked the uncle, and liked it very much.

So she will hurt and she will be jealous, but she can't hurt his concubine because he likes it, so she can't, she doesn't want to make him sad.

So, she was in pain, she fled, she thought, one day, he would understand her, but now...

She never thought that he would refuse so bluntly without a trace of hesitation. Hua Wanqian's face here was extremely difficult to see. Sure enough, that old man didn't forget to plot against him even before he died.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room condensed to a point, and no one said anything until a sound broke the silence here.

"Why don't everyone speak? His face looks so ugly, but the tea here is not up to everyone's wishes?" Xiang Siyu faded away the indifference he had just now and only looked at everyone.

In fact, just in the back hall, she also figured it out that she is a saint in this life and is destined to live alone and die alone, but her sister is different. She cannot love or get married, so she will make her sister happy, and with her part, she will be happy together.

Seeing that my sister was worried about the slick man, she must have already made a secret promise.

However, the boy named Hua was so slick and didn't know if it was worth it. She entrusted his sister to him.

She must have decided before she will give up.

If her sister can be happy in this life, she will give Jixiangmu to her sister according to her father's hope.

"Beauty, you figured it out. Are you going to come back and get married to me?" Hua Wanqian was dying and was still trying to calm down there.

A hint of disgust flashed in Xiangsiyu's eyes, and then disappeared, "Since the playboy is not married, then I will betroth my sister to you, how about it?"

"Sister? Huahua?" Hua Wanqian looked at Xiang Siyu in confusion, and then looked at Huahua next to her.

This is ridiculous.

Huahua he raised was obviously an uncle, so they were not at the same level.

"That, no, beauty, when did I say, I didn't marry a wife, I am the king of the clan, and my family has three thousand beauties, how could it be a bachelor! Huahua, I raised her since I was a child, how could I marry her? What a joke!"

Hua Wanqian blurted out the words he refused, no matter what he said, he would shirk it first.

Xiang Siyu's face looked a little ugly, and she knew it in her heart. Sure enough, her sister was unrequited, and this man didn't care about her at all.

But it's better for him to refuse now, so his sister won't be obsessed with it anymore.

Huahua's face was pale, and she seemed to feel pain in her heart as a needle. She knew that the uncle had always treated her as a child, but she didn't think so in her heart.

She will never forget his heroic and heroic posture on the battlefield a hundred years ago, and even more so that he looked down at all living beings that day. In his eyes, the Buddhas and sentient beings were so small and vulnerable.

However, just at a glance, she lost her heart and fell into poverty for thousands of years.

Whenever she saw him with other concubines, her heart was like a knife cut. She didn't know what it was like. She only knew that that feeling made her uncomfortable. She couldn't break free and could only let herself run aimlessly in the fields, as if only that would she be able to be better.

Later, she grew up and finally learned from other concubines that the pain was called liking, so she had a thought in her mind, that is, she liked the uncle, and liked it very much.

So she will hurt and she will be jealous, but she can't hurt his concubine because he likes it, so she can't, she doesn't want to make him sad.

So, she was in pain, she fled, she thought, one day, he would understand her, but now...
Chapter completed!