The invitation that was handed out was not accepted, and the lady who spoke just now looked a little ugly, but she thought that if she could take the opportunity to make friends with the second princess and make her daughter a close friend of the second princess, her daughter would definitely get a better marriage.
He called out patiently a few more times.
Zhou Juan came back to her senses and turned to look at the lady who was speaking. Her pale face immediately startled the lady, "Mrs. Ning, what's wrong with you?" Her hands were shaking as if she was having an epilepsy attack.
He woke up as if he had seen a ghost.
Isn’t this just seeing a ghost?!
Zhou Juan held down her trembling hand, moved her lips, and could only pull out an ugly smile. She subconsciously looked at Ning Shuiyuan, who was still toasting, as if she had suddenly found her backbone, regardless of the flattering smiles on the side.
The lady suddenly stood up and walked quickly towards Ning Shuiyuan.
At this time, the drama on the stage was slowly unfolding.
"My son! My son!"
Regardless of whether Ning Shuiyuan was still toasting, Zhou Juan hugged Ning Shuiyuan's arm and pulled Ning Shuiyuan aside regardless of the surprised looks of everyone at the wine table.
Ning Shuiyuan frowned slightly and smiled apologetically at the table of guests. Ning Shuiyuan's colleagues in the Bachelor's Mansion understood this and quickly helped greet the guests.
"What's wrong?"
Ning Shuiyuan looked at the flustered Zhou Juan and noticed curious glances from around him, so he deliberately lowered his voice and asked.
Zhou Juan's lips trembled, and she pointed to the stage outside the room tremblingly, "Look there, is that person Deng Yun?"
By this time, Zhou Juan didn't know how to explain to Ning Shuiyuan what she had done to Deng Yun. She just wanted to confirm that the person singing on stage at this time was just someone who looked similar to Deng Yun.
It's not Deng Yun.
After all, how can the dead be resurrected?
When Ning Shuiyuan heard this, his frown deepened a little deeper. He subconsciously looked over and met Qing Yi on the stage, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Zhou Juan did not admit her mistake. The person on the stage was none other than Deng Yun.
Those eyes, Ning Shuiyuan will never admit mistakes.
Shouldn't she have died in the hands of bandits, with no bones left behind?
Ning Shuiyuan thought much more than Zhou Juan. If Zhou Juan had not died, who would have saved her? And who would have helped her sneak into the house and perform on stage?
Ning Shuiyuan's face was calm. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered something. A month ago, the chess piece lurking next to Su Jingyi suddenly disappeared. At the same time, he was invited to participate in the flower appreciation held by Su Jingyi.
After meeting, the two of them fell in love more and more. They made up their minds in the flower room and walked out of the attic. The profile of the maid standing on the left side of the door made Ning Shuiyuan a little distracted because her profile was very similar to that of Deng Yun.
At that time, he thought it was just a coincidence. After all, the news from Lao Liu was that Deng Yun was indeed dead. Now it seems that all this was deliberately arranged by someone.
While Ning Shuiyuan was meditating, the guests in the room gradually noticed something was wrong.
What are the people in this troupe singing?
It's obviously a happy day, but why are there songs about men being ruthless and leaving their wives behind to marry someone else?
At this time, the protagonist of the wedding banquet not only ignored it, but was also pulled aside by the panic-stricken old lady. Isn't this equivalent to acquiescence?
As a result, everyone's eyes suddenly became subtle when looking in the direction of Ning Shuiyuan.
Unexpectedly, Master Ning, who is elegant and upright, is actually such a person?