"It's no wonder that General Yan has to take her as a concubine with such a beauty."

The young official was very coveted, staring at Zhong Lingxiu's face with bright eyes. His appearance made him rest all the concubines in his family, and he was willing to do so. I have to say

Yan Weile has taken all the good things, and he has to be famous and has to be powered.

Xi Po led Zhong Lingxiu to Yan Weile and delivered the other end of the red ribbon tied into a flower ball to Yan Weile's hand.

With a silent and affectionate voice, Zhong Lingxiu looked at Yan Weile, but saw his lost look. Following his eyes, he looked at Qiyin, who was sitting aside, with some troubles and careless faces.

The pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of darkness flashed.

It's her again!

Her fingers that grabbed Hongshi tightened a little, and the softest smile still appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Step by step.

Yan Weile didn't know why, but he felt stuffy and uncomfortable in his chest. Every time he took a step closer, he wanted to see a different emotion in her face, but, no, until Xi Po raised her voice, that word "Oh my God"

The sound made him feel relieved. He turned his head and found that Zhong Lingxiu was covered with a hint of melancholy in his eyes when he looked at him. He was shocked to realize his disobedience.

How could he lose his heart in such an occasion?

After three bows, according to custom, he served tea to his elders. After kneeling down to Mr. Yan, Zhong Lingxiu raised her little face, full of flattery, and called out sweetly, "Grandpa."

Mr. Yan's dark face did not ease at all. Yan Weile was very worried. He discussed with his grandfather a few days ago. Today, he would not let Lingxiu get out of the table in public.

Seeing everyone looking at Mr. Yan, the lively scene suddenly became quiet. Even if Qiyin was deaf, she would still turn her head and look at it in time.

After a while, Old Master Yan took the teacup served by Zhong Lingxiu with both hands, and without taking a sip, he placed it directly at the table.

Zhong Lingxiu's smiling little face immediately turned pale. She put her palm back on her waist and clenched it into a fist, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, and everyone was speculating in their hearts that Mr. Yan was not satisfied with this Zhong Lingxiu!

And it's not ordinary dissatisfaction, otherwise it wouldn't have made her unable to get down on the table in this way. Not drinking this cup of tea means that he wouldn't admit that she is from the Yan family at all.

Yan Weile gave Xi Po a wink and signaled her to quickly untidy up and ease the atmosphere. Xi Po took out an incense towel and wiped the sweat beads from her forehead because of her nervousness. She quickly said a few auspicious words.

, and led Zhong Lingxiu to Qiyin.

When I entered my concubine, I should see the lower house. I hope this Bodhisattva will not cause trouble again. Xi Po looked at Qiyin nervously, and looked nervous.

The maid hurriedly moved the soft cotton pudding to Qiyin. Zhong Lingxiu raised her eyebrows slightly invisibly. Looking at Qiyin, who was expressionless, her mood finally calmed down a little.

So what if everyone is not satisfied with her? So what if Yan Weixun's immortality stops her? After today, no matter how unhappy they are, she is a woman who is rightful in Yan Wei!

Kneeling towards Qiyin, Zhong Lingxiu felt a little uncomfortable. She reached out and picked up the tea served by the maid. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with a plan.
Chapter completed!