"I may not be able to manage it elsewhere, but now, here, with me, how can you bully Rong?"

Ye sang is speechless, just looking at ye yourong silently.

Ye yourong's eyes were slightly red, and her pretty face was full of humiliation that could not be concealed. She tightened the heater tightly in her hand, with a modest smile on her face: "my sister is naturally reluctant to give up her sister's cold."

With that, she handed the warm in her hand to yesang's, and the tears in her eyes were about to fall out.

People who don't know think ye sang did something harmful to her.

Everyone looked at Ye Sang's eyes and felt a little resentful.

Ye sang is a smile, took the heater, eyebrows in the light of the mist a little more quiet: "that's good, afraid of my sister heart blame me."

If ye yourong wants to pretend to be weak, she will let her pretend to be weak. Anyway, she is not aggrieved and does not suffer.

Before walking, she was really a little cold in winter. The heater kept warming her cold hands and turned them into a warm building.

"How can my sister blame my sister?" Ye you Rong laughs difficultly, and his low brow makes people feel blocked. Lin Wan Yu is so angry that he wants to stand out for her, but he is held by Ye you Rong.

"Sister Lin, didn't you just say you wanted to enjoy the plum? Will you go with me? " The more gentle and dignified ye yourong is, the more sinister Ye sang appears. Lin Wanyu holds back his anger and looks at the pleading in ye yourong's eyes. He is so angry that he shivers all over. However, he nods and says, "it's up to you."

With that, Lin Wanyu gave yesang a cold glance and said, "next time I meet you, you are not so lucky!"

Language falls, let the servant handed a heater to ye yourong, compared with ye yourong that had to be not bad, ye yourong eyes across a bit of surprise, low head holding the heater, and Lin Wanyu left talking and laughing.

Behind him, ye Sang's face was light, holding the heater in his hand, and his eyebrows were peaceful.

Whispering around, Jiao Mei said in a low voice: "the Lin family is the first family in Rongcheng. It's said that their ancestors were the crown prince and Taifu. Later, they came back to their hometown in rich clothes and said nothing in Rongcheng..."

She knew the young lady didn't care, but she said it.

Ye sang answered carelessly, and his eyes fell on the wine pot on the table.

If you hold a banquet in a restaurant, you can't do without good wine. Even if you are entertaining a female guest, you will also prepare a non intoxicating Huaniang.

In December, in the cold winter, plum blossoms are flourishing outside the window. Many famous ladies have chanted a few songs of plum blossoms, which have been praised by many women.

Ye yourong is a famous talented woman. She wrote two beautiful poems about plum blossoms in a row, which is even more praiseworthy.

Ye sang sat in the original place, watching from a distance, listening to the bustle on the other side, to a little Huaniang, drinking a little.

She wanted to be quiet rather than busy.

She is not good at poetry, poetry and Fu. Rao Shi has gone through this place. Her previous studies are absurd and she has no skills. How can she be better than those women who have gone through this place by reciting a few poems of her previous life?

Listening to the lively discussion of poetry over there, she searched all her poems in her mind. The only poem she could think of was "plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han driving alone." At the thought of this, even she felt embarrassed and ashamed, more and more did not understand why she crossed here.

Thinking, she can't help but be a little absent-minded, a few cups of peach blossom wine.

"Miss, this is the peach blossom wine that Chen family brought from Jiangnan. Although it's not intoxicating, you should drink less." See ye sang drink again and again cup, angle plum can't help but remind a.

It's not that I haven't seen my young lady drinking. I remember two years ago, on New Year's Eve, she brought a little sake back with her. My young lady poured out a glass of sake. Although Huaniang didn't intoxicate me, she was more or less worried.

Ye sang couldn't help laughing: "where can't I afford to drink?"

She only had two or three drinks.

Besides, she was never drunk in her previous life. Even if she can't drink wine now, she can't even drink Huaniang, can she? If that's true, it's really wonderful.

Think so, but wait until the fifth cup, ye sang white face will rise two groups of red, has always been indifferent eyes even a little more confused.

Seeing this, Jiao Mei's heart jumped. She could not help but help her forehead and said, "well, I'm really drunk."

"Miss..." Seeing ye Sang's hand against her forehead, she was about to slide on the table. Jiao Mei helped her.

"Miss, if it's not as good as us, let's go back first."

The plum blossom banquet hasn't officially started yet, but there are many less of them. Anyway, all the scenery is occupied by Ye yourong.

"I don't want it!" From crossing to now, ye sang has drunk wine twice, one on New Year's Eve two years ago, and the other on this occasion. How could he expect to get drunk even if he drank a non intoxicating Huaniang?

"I'm not drunk!" Ye sang, who has always been quiet, is a little more naive. Jiao Mei can't help shaking her spirits.

When the reaction came over, ye sang pushed her away, got up and walked towards the crowd in front.Jiao Mei keeps up with her, and it's too late just to hold her.

Ye yourong is chanting poetry, from plum to snow.

It has to be said that in recent years, the cultivation of Ye yourong by the Xu family has been excellent. Ye yourong says that he can kill all the ladies present by reciting poems and making mistakes, not to mention that he is well-educated.

She is singing snow, poetry to half, suddenly Ye sang interrupted.

"What a broken poem!"

Ye yourong's face was momentarily frozen, and everyone was stunned. He turned his head and saw that the woman's face was pink. Since she was dressed up in a strange shape, she could not hide the shining stars in her eyes. In the snowy day, it was so bright that her heart trembled and even made her feel amazing.

She is different. She is the only one who has the look at her eyes, which no other woman on the scene has ever had.

Confident, powerful, even isolated from everyone, as if from another world.

Through this point, ye sang is really depressed for too long, no matter how long she stayed here, she still has no sense of belonging, still out of place.

She thought of her mother, and she was flustered. No matter in this life or in previous life, only her mother was the best to her. No matter how ignorant she was or how annoying she was, her mother was still as gentle as ever.

This kind of Ye sang is unprecedented. Seeing that everyone's eyes fall on Ye sang, a trace of unprecedented jealousy surges into his heart. Ye yourong's face is a little more distorted, but his face is a little more soft and inconceivable smile: "my sister's poem is not eye-catching, my sister would like to have a song to open our eyes?"

Ye sang is famous for his lack of culture in Rongcheng. Is he a poet? How is that possible?

Many people laughed and waited for ye sang to make a fool of himself.

saw that the leaf Sang was stunned. The smile on her face was a little colourful. The red and vulgar blush of her cheeks combined with her smile made her heart jump, and there was more than a few cents.

"Poetry I can write poetry Ye Sang's eyes were a little confused, and he staggered backward. Jiao Mei behind him helped her, looking anxious.

The laughter of the crowd became more ironic.

"Miss..." It's not that she doesn't know how to write poetry. In recent years, she has read many books and can write poetry. However, the word "hiding clumsy" is deeply rooted in the hearts of her master and servant. What should she do if she does something that doesn't conform to the past?

Xu just thought of more ways to deal with them.

Just as she was about to cover Ye Sang's mouth, she was patted open by Ye sang with dissatisfaction: "don't cover my mouth!"

The woman pouted her little lips, and her unspeakable simplicity was lovely.

Jiao meidun had a headache when he wanted to wake her up. Then he heard Ye sang start to sing poems.

There is light snow floating in the sky. They don't have umbrellas. Snowflakes fall on them and turn into snow water.

Ye sang is just the snow in the air, chanting: "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces..."

As soon as this sentence came out, people began to laugh.

Ye yourong was stunned and sneered, laughing that he thought Ye sang could really write poetry for a second.

Around the laughter, see ye sang out of that sentence, angle plum instant relief.

It's OK, it's OK. If you lose face, you'll lose face. Anyway, don't do anything different than usual.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight. Nine pieces, ten pieces, innumerable pieces. You can't see them flying into the plum blossom. "

After ye sang finished singing, most of them gave a "puff" and covered their lips with a subtle smile, but it was very embarrassing to add them together.

Jiao Mei blushes and wants to help Ye sang in. Suddenly ye yourong steps forward with a sweet smile on her face and says, "sister, the poem is excellent."

The irony in the words is not covered up, but in the eyes of the public is ridicule.

It seems that ye sang, who didn't recognize ye yourong's sarcasm, had a proud smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch ye yourong's face, which was a bit overbearing. He only raised ye yourong's chin with one hand and said: "that's natural, and my sister is also very beautiful."

She has a very crooked voice.

The meaning of molestation is red, naked and naked. Yesang was originally a little girl in her previous life. She molested men easily, not to mention women.

Unfortunately, after crossing this point, her nature was hidden in order to survive.

This drink, nature all ran out.

It never occurred to me that ye sang would flirt with a woman like a man. They all widened their eyes and looked at Ye sang as if they were looking at a monster. Seeing ye Sang's evil look, wind and flow, many women blushed slightly, as if they were the ones being teased.

Jiao Mei couldn't help but cover her face. She just felt ashamed.

Miss, if you molest me on weekdays, you can't see it anyway. Can you stop molesting other girls.

What a shame.

What's more, ye yourong!

By Ye Sang's evil spirit, ye yourong's heart beat faster. When he came back, his pretty face was flushed. Ye yourong cried angrily: "Ye sang!"