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Rongcheng, Dong, ye Zhai.

The wind howled, mixed with wisps of snow, like fine flocs, floating into the hall, and then dissipated in the warm air.

"I won't do it!"

In the hall, ye yourong wore a water green catkins narrow sleeve skirt and a beautiful hairy jacket, which made that small face more and more charming. At this time, she was pointing at the woman sitting in the corner and growled rudely: "why? The previous engagement with the Chen family has been withdrawn, so it's OK. Dad, why don't you think about what she said? What's her bad luck? She's like yesang. She's poor and she can climb up to the general's mansion? Is that old general Ye blind? I have talent and virtue. She doesn't want that cheap girl born by a short-lived ghost to be her daughter-in-law? "

"Why does she have a good home for yesang and why?"

Today is the day when the general's office sent people to the Ye family to propose marriage. The old general named Ye sang, the fourth young lady of the Ye family.

The Ye family is just a small merchant in Rongcheng. They don't even have an official position. It's a blessing to marry the general's mansion. But why should they be occupied by this cowardly girl! Not to mention, this girl was retired by Chen family before!

If it were normal, ye yourong would not say such a thing in public, but

Thinking of the glory and wealth of the general's mansion, ye you Rong refuses to accept it. She stares at the woman sitting quietly in the corner and wants to tear her up.

In the hall, little by little, the spark on the heater was burning the cold inside.

In the corner, ye sang sits quietly in a semi new elegant and pure brocade flowing cloud dress, wrapped in a semi inferior cloak. Because he is afraid of the cold, his collar is slightly closed, showing only half a tender face. From a distance, his skin is snowy, his eyebrows are light, and his end is gentle and quiet, just like a white plum falling in the snow Love comes from the heart.

Listening to ye yourong's words, she pursed her lips and didn't speak. She just looked down at the embroidered shoes exposed from her skirt. The hem of the shoes was embroidered with blue soles and the stitches were tight. She looked at the stitches. In her cloak, her green little fingers gently tapped the warm bag in her hand, as if she didn't hear it.

Obviously, it is common for ye yourong to bully her like this.

Ye Sang's biological mother was the main room of Ye's family, but it was only before she died. Xu was the woman raised by Ye's master in his early years. This woman followed ye Xiangbo for several years and gave him three children. Less than a year after her death, ye Xiangbo was impatiently married to her and filled the house.

The Xu family and the three children have been doing evil in the house for so many years, which makes people dare to be angry and speechless. Even ye sang, who is the first lady, can't speak.

Jiao Mei, the little servant girl behind her, saw that the more she said, the worse she heard. She could only be slightly angry. She was about to say something, but she stretched out her hand and gently pulled it.

Jiao Mei was stunned and saw that her young lady suddenly raised her head. There was a good-looking smile on her quiet face. She said, "if my sister doesn't mind being a little girl for me, I would be very happy."

From the moment when the general's house came to propose marriage to the present, ye sang had never heard of saying a word. Now, as soon as she opened her mouth, everyone was stunned.

When ye yourong reacted, her pretty face turned red immediately. She didn't know whether she was humiliated by Ye Sang's words or because of her mind. She screamed, "what nonsense do you say? Who says that you want to be a little girl?"

Ye yourong's voice is sharp and harsh.

Ye sang, as if she hadn't heard of it, looked at ye yourong and wanted to rush to scratch her. She also gave ye yourong a smile. Compared with ye yourong's ferocious face, it was more gentle and elegant. The smiling face was buried in the cloak, which was white and bright, and it hurt people's eyes.

Then, ye sang thought about it and lowered his head again. He touched the heater in his hand and said in a soft voice: "I guess the wild cat in the yard last night made waves and made me stay all night. I'm not in a good mood today. Don't blame my sister."

The more polite Ye Sang was, the more indulgent and uneducated he became.

Ye yourong looked at her face as if she was smiling, as if she was showing off something to herself, and wanted to hit her.

She hated Ye sang when she saw her. She was a dead girl who couldn't do anything. She had to pretend to be like a lady and make people feel sick hypocritically.

See ye you Rong unexpectedly unreasonable ground rush up, the corner plum that the side has been paying attention to for the first time blocked in front of Ye sang.

See Jiao Mei unexpectedly block in front of her, ye you Rong didn't want to think, want to raise hand to scratch her face.

It's just when they're going to have a conflict.

"Enough!"

"Plop -" there was a loud noise, and master ye, who had been silent on the throne, patted the table heavily.

The tea set on the table was shocked.