033 Mengyingyue

The protracted battle between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince is still going on, but Ye Meiyan is no longer interested at all. She suddenly feels that there is nothing interesting in Yuncheng anymore. Now that she has enough money to spend, she is ready to go chic.

But today, I suddenly received an invitation from the Nangong family. Needless to say, the only Nangong I knew was Nangong Yi, but I never told him that she was the Ninth Princess. How did he know?

Forget it, you’ll know when you get there anyway. But when Ye Meixi packed up and was about to go out, he saw a carriage at the door. Seeing that Ye Meixi didn’t respond for a long time, Feng Qianye called out.

"Aren't you getting in the car yet? Are you going to watch the show?"

Ye Meitong got into the car directly and asked, "Why are you going?"

Feng Qianye thought it was funny, "Please take a good look at the invitation."

The invitation to the Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess to come to the mansion was getting louder. Only then did Ye Meizhen understand. She just didn't know what was going on. Feng Qianye explained her doubts.

"The feast of flowers prepared by her mother for him."

"What is the Hundred Flowers Feast?"

This is what the "commonly known as a blind date" turns out to be.

When Ye Meizhen arrived at Nangong Mansion, beauties of all kinds gathered together. This scene was no less than a modern rich man’s blind date. From a modern point of view, Nangong Yi could be considered a rich second generation. Everyone was dressed up and dressed up. It seemed that Nangong also

The market is very good, Ye Meishu thought.

Finally, I saw Nangong Yi's figure in a less conspicuous place. Nangong Yi's dress today was not the usual beggar's outfit, but bright and bright, and his face no longer looked like those of ordinary people.

His pink and tender baby face makes it difficult to tell his true age. If Ye Meishu hadn't known him, she would have thought he was underage. Nangong also couldn't hide his surprise when he saw Ye Meishu arriving, thinking that she was also

Which girl's cute little face was so wrinkled that Ye Meiyan couldn't help laughing.

Of course, Nangong would not be so narcissistic as to think that she was here to have a blind date with him.

"Woman, what are you doing here?"

Why is the cute baby face and even the voice so unlovable? Ye Meiyan's little heart was stimulated for once. You really can't judge people by their superficial appearance.

"Didn't you invite me here?"

Nangong also felt strange. He didn't even know which family she was from, so how could he invite her? Then he noticed that Feng Qianye, who was always behind Ye Meizhu, was always wearing red clothes, clearly trying to steal the limelight from others.

Well.

"So you are the Ninth Princess, then why did you tell me your name is Ye Meiyan."

He remembered that the Ninth Princess was Shangguan Mo, so he turned around and questioned Ye Meitong. Feng Qianye had his hands folded on his chest, obviously watching a good show, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "Let's see how you explain it."

Ye Meiyan was not nervous, as if she had never done it before.

"That's my new name. I told you. You should be proud. Don't look like you're wronged."

Nangong couldn't help but was speechless. This woman was really good at making mistakes. This was okay. She was obviously angry, but when did she become aggrieved? Feng Qianye was not surprised, as if he had known for a long time that this woman would say

Say something like this.

"But let's just say you are going on a blind date today."

It was obvious that he was watching the show, and Nangong had completely forgotten that this was happening. It was all because of his weird old lady, and there had been such a farce every year since he was eighteen years old.

In the end, they all broke up unhappy. Feng Qianye clarified Ye Meiyan's doubts in time, but said, "How do you know so clearly?"

"I come every year." Ye Meishu then realized that the two people had known each other for a long time and seemed to have a good relationship.

"Son, why are you hiding here? There are so many girls waiting for you outside."

He only heard his voice but did not see his person, but when Nangong heard the voice, his expression immediately changed and he was ready to run away.

"Son, why are you running? This is your lifelong event."

I saw a young girl in her twenties walking towards her. Ye Meishu couldn't believe her eyes. Is this his mother? Could it be her stepmother? She was too young. The woman who called Nangong Yi's son saw Feng Qian.

Ye smiled and said

"Xiao Ye came on time."

Feng Qianye nodded lightly, and then noticed Ye Meiyan beside her: "Are you the Ninth Princess? Yes, I'm quite satisfied."

Why does this feel like Feng Qianye's mother? She gently rubbed her lower body to show courtesy. Since Ye Meizhu was leaning against Nangong Yi closest, she asked the question in her heart.

"Hey, is that your stepmother? So young."

But everyone present was good at martial arts, and she was undoubtedly a bombshell. Nangong Yi looked at his mother cautiously, but Feng Qianye still looked like he was watching the show. Nangong Yi's mother was also the watcher.

She looks like Meng Yingyue, a young girl in her early twenties.

His anger was rising, and his previous amiable demeanor was gone. As he approached Ye Meiyan step by step, Nangong Yi subconsciously took a few steps back, and then started to say, "Yueyue, don't be angry, she doesn't know."

She didn't allow herself to call her mother, so she would do so whenever she was very angry. Ye Meizhen thought that she could only save herself now, and was prepared to be injured. But she saw that Meng Yingyue had already walked into Ye Meizhen's room.

Mei Meng, it's just useless to regret at this time. Ye Mei Meng is already mentally prepared to die, and is still hypnotizing herself that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

Meng Yingyue did something unexpected, she hugged Ye Meiyan.

"I like to hear this, but that brat is really my son."

Ye Meizhen didn't know if she was so frightened that she couldn't recover for a long time. But it was just a moment, two women were in a show, but these two women were not economical lamps.

"Um, you, what should I call you?"

Ye Meitong looked embarrassed, but Meng Yingyue didn't care, "As long as you don't call me aunt, aunt, or whatever."

It’s even more difficult to call her Ye Meizhen. If she doesn’t call her this, how could she still follow Nangong and call her Yueyue? It’s too disgusting.”
Chapter completed!