Cui Weizhen was asked this question out of the blue and didn't know how to explain it to her.
Ye Zhenzhen misunderstood his silence, her face suddenly turned pale, she turned her back to Cui Weizhen, and her whole person became silent.
Cui Weizhen was still thinking about what to say when he suddenly heard faint sobbing. He was stunned and called out tentatively: "Zhen'er?"
There was no response, but Ye Zhenzhen's shaking shoulders were enough to prove a fact.
She is crying.
Cui Weizhen was flustered and impatient. He put his hand on her shoulder and put it down. He turned his back to her and explained: "Zhen'er, don't cry. It's my fault. I can explain what happened in Yangzhou. At that time, I was just attending official events. I didn't care about anything."
It didn’t happen, so don’t think too much about it and just turn around, okay?”
Ye Zhenzhen didn't listen to him, she still swallowed harder and said: "Why does official entertainment require painting for other women? I'm not around, you can make any excuses you want."
In ancient times, when even a second look was considered offensive, painting for the opposite sex was considered a glamorous affair. Ye Zhenzhen could endure it before, but now she burst out under Yang Yun's stimulation.
She felt extremely wronged.
The more Ye Zhenzhen cried, the sadder she became. Her tears couldn't stop falling down. Her pillow was soaked and her face felt uncomfortable. She was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe her face, but Cui Weizhen had already reached over her and took out the handkerchief.
The handkerchief wiped away her tears, and even wiped away the snot bubbles from her crying.
As a face-loving little fairy, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't bear this scene for a while, so she cried and got stuck.
Looking at her red eyes and nose, Cui Weizhen felt distressed and amused at the same time. With a bit of blame and helplessness, he said: "You and I have been married for so long, don't you still know who I am? You don't believe in my character.
, don’t you still believe in the friendship between you and me?”
Ye Zhenzhen said: "Then why didn't you write and tell me? When news of this incident reached the capital, I don't know how many people secretly laughed at me."
Why did Princess Ke take the initiative to mention this matter to her in the first place? She just wanted to see her lose her composure, and secretly she didn't know how to arrange it for her.
Cui Weizhen changed into a clean handkerchief and continued to wipe her face, saying: "I didn't think about this matter. I thought it was just a casual entertainment, so I didn't take it to heart, and I didn't want you to think about it too much after you found out.
I didn't expect that rumors would spread, which was self-defeating."
Ye Zhenzhen could see that he was not lying, and her mood gradually improved, but she was still worried about the so-called most beautiful woman in Yangzhou, and asked sourly: "Is the most beautiful woman in Yangzhou really
Does it look good? How does it compare to me?”
Zou Ji asked his wife: "Who is more beautiful than Mr. Xu in the north of the city?" His wife said: "You are so beautiful, how can Mr. Xu be as beautiful as you?"
Cui Weizhen's answer was much smarter than Zou Ji's wife, and his words were full of desire for survival: "I'm just an actor leaning on the railing to show off my laughter. How can I compare with you, Zhen'er? In my mind, even a princess can't compare to you.
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After blowing the rainbow fart, he added another explanation: "When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I needed the cooperation of the prefect of Yangzhou to build an academy, so I had several social interactions with him. He originally wanted to give me the actress as his concubine.
, I didn’t want to accept it, so I had to draw a picture of a beautiful woman as an apology.”
While he was talking, his eyes never left Ye Zhenzhen. Seeing a subtle smile finally appear on her lips, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned closer and asked her, "Have you let go of your anger? Is it time to forgive me?"
Ye Zhenzhen snorted lightly: "No, I'm still angry."
She was coaxed after just a few words. She doesn't want to lose face, right?
Cui Weizhen put his hand on his lips and laughed softly. When he received the flying knife from Ye Zhenzhen, he quickly coughed a few times, as if this could hide his smile just now.
His voice became gentler and he asked: "Then how can you forgive me?"
This stumped Ye Zhenzhen.
She frowned and thought in distress, but she still couldn't think of a way to punish him, but she was unwilling to let him go so easily, so she pretended to be tolerant and said, "Let's record this for now, and I will punish you later."
Cui Weizhen saw her details clearly. He felt that her mysterious and bluffing look was really cute. The tenderness in her eyes could almost overflow. He smiled and said: "Okay."
When the couple was in love, they would be happy if they were jealous and happy if they were noisy. The two soon reconciled and became like glue.
Ye Zhenzhen no longer had any worries, she was in good spirits, and her condition was getting better day by day.