That place was the busiest place on Rongguang Street, and within a short time, all kinds of rumors would spread.
With a smile on her lips, she strode away. With her skirt flying, she had already turned around the street and took a long detour to the backyard of Yongxing Silk and Satin Factory.
But what she didn't see was that there was a man wearing a long gown behind her, and his frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed.
Since she left the house today, although she did not let him accompany her, Shao Mo still followed her secretly.
There was a distance between the bright yellow ginkgo leaves, but he still saw the woman's charming and charming look. She actually acted like a little girl towards Zhao Wushan!
This behavior completely ignited the anger in his heart.
Although he had decided to stay quietly by her side, he could not bear the soft words and gentle words of the man beside her.
For a moment, he wished he could reach out with his sword and drive the man in blue shirt standing quietly beside her out of her sight, but his remaining sense reminded him that he could no longer act impulsively.
Otherwise, Yu Weiyin would never let him stay by his side.
Fortunately for him now, she was just making fun of Zhao Wushan.
When she turned around just now, all the disgust and resentment in her eyes fell on his eyes. He could see clearly that she was not sincere towards Zhao Wushan.
But, why would she do this?
The longer he stayed with her, the more he knew that she was not a hypocritical woman, and what she hated most was hypocrisy and deception.
So, why is she?
He couldn't figure it out.
There seems to be a mystery about her, mysterious and fascinating, but difficult to see the whole picture.
Yongxing Silk and Satin Shop, backyard.
Yu Weiyin leaned on the red-lacquered plum-grained wooden chair, holding the account book in his slender hands and looking at it carefully. A peaceful look appeared on his jade-colored face, without any anxiety or rush.
She was not affected by Zhao Wushan and Yu Chutian at all.
After she finished reading the account book in her hand, the setting sun divided the window pane into countless light and shadows, and finally she stood up lazily until the room fell into a hazy darkness.
Duan Lang lit the Phalaenopsis palace lantern and wanted to send her back home, but she did not refuse and walked forward.
At this time, Rongguang Street was extremely busy. There were vendors selling rouge, gouache, candy masks and other things on the street. Yu Weiyin was not interested in these things at first, but something seemed to have occurred to him, so he stepped forward and picked up a sachet at random.
A very ordinary sachet, even a little tacky.
It is sewn from pink silk cloth, and although a piece of emerald jade is hung on a red silk thread, it becomes increasingly tacky.
Duan Lang paid for her. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he also knew that the sachet was not her favorite style, so he didn't say much.
Miss Yinyin is getting smarter and smarter now, and many times, he doesn't understand what she is thinking.
This sense of distance made her look like a misty cloud, far away from the world, as if she could ride the wind and fly away at any time.
If he had delusions about Miss Yinyin before, then at this moment, he only has endless admiration and respect for Miss Yinyin.
In his eyes, she was like a fairy, so perfect that no one could compare her, but she also made people dare not look at her up close, so they could only raise their heads and look at her from a distance.
He couldn't help but raised his chin slightly and saw a full moon in the night sky, emitting a clear silvery light, dyeing the chaotic and dark sky with a light plain color.
Miss Yinyin, like the moon in the sky, makes people look up and worship her, and also makes people want to protect that pure and flawless light forever...
But Yaoxiang is different.
Yaoxiang is a lively peach branch, no, maybe it is a lively little bird on the peach branch...
"Alang, what do you think of Yao Xiang?"
Yu Weiyin's words interrupted his confused thoughts. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, and his gentle face showed a trace of confusion.
Just now, he actually compared Yaoxiang with Miss Yinyin, which was never possible before.
Yao Xiang entered the mansion with him, and he always treated her as his sister when they got along day and night.
Until she told him that she liked him, his calm heart began to show light ripples...
"Yao Xiang is very good." He replied sincerely.
Regardless of whether Yao Xiang likes him or not, he thinks she is a beautiful woman. Although she is a humble maid, she has such a brave side.
There were many women in Tongcheng who admired him, but none of them were as bold as her and dared to confess their love to him directly in front of him.
"If you and Yao Xiang were to get married, would you be willing?" Yu Weiyin asked straight to the point.
These days, I often see the girl staring at the window in a daze. When asked how things are going with Duan Lang, she just shakes her head. Although there is always an intoxicating smile on her lips, the expression she occasionally shows is a bit sad.
Duan Lang was shocked and stopped, a trace of warmth gushing out of his elegant face.
Yao Xiang had asked this question many times, but he never gave an affirmative answer.
Now, he doesn't know how to face it.
"You don't like Yaoxiang?"
Staring closely at his troubled eyes, Yu Weiyin's clear eyes shot out a light that struck people's hearts, "Or do you already have a sweetheart?"
Under her bright eyes, Duan Lang intuitively felt that all the secrets in his heart would be exposed.
He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her, "No, no."
"It's better if you don't have a sweetheart."
As if murmuring in relief, Yu Weiyin showed him a gentle smile, "Alang, slowly get along with Yao Xiang, maybe you will really like her."
Duan Lang didn't answer, but asked an unrelated question.
"Miss Yinyin...does she have a sweetheart?"
When he asked this question, he was so nervous that his palms began to sweat. Seeing that Yu Weiyin's face was not unhappy at all, he couldn't help but added, "Alang heard that Aunt Liang's nephew has entered the house. That Mr. Zhao,
Is this the person Miss Yinyin likes?"
Yu Weiyin laughed dumbly.
If he had known what happened in Jing Lake today, he probably wouldn't have asked her like this.
Shaking her head, a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"No, I look down on people like that."
"Then what kind of man does Miss Yinyin like?"
Duan Lang has never been so talkative as at this moment. Even though he knew that the person in front of him was the moon hanging in the sky, he still couldn't help but move closer to her. Even if he only touched a little bit of her bright light, it could give him a moment of comfort.
The smile on Yu Weiyin's lips froze slightly, but this question really stumped her.
She really started to think about it, and a handsome and cold face vaguely appeared in her mind. As soon as her eyes flickered, she saw that cold and indifferent man, dressed in black and holding a sword, kneeling on one knee in front of her.
"Mo, come and take the young lady back home."
The low, magnetic voice struck her heart very clearly in the busy street. It was like the sound of jade rolling into a silver plate, which was particularly beautiful.