Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

Seeing this, Fang Xuan wiped off his cold sweat, "Miss Qingxue is dead, Shao Hui must have misjudged the person."

It turned out that not only Prince Rui was thinking about it, but Mr. Du also had different feelings for that girl.

What kind of woman can make such an outstanding two people unable to let go?

Du Shaohui smiled wryly, "It's not surprising that things are similar, and people are similar."

Knowing that she died a long time ago, but every time he saw someone similar, he couldn't help but fantasize that she was still alive.

He doesn't ask much, really, he just wants her to live.

How could such a beautiful woman end up in pieces?

Tang Jingtian pursed his lips tightly, and grabbed the sleeves in his hands tightly, without wind.

Wuyou ran so fast, Zhu Quan couldn't catch up even if he wanted to, so he sighed helplessly.

The girl who comes and goes like the wind, which family's lady is she?

If the status is similar, let the father come to propose marriage.

Walking around in the garden, Zuo'er endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back.

"Miss, why don't you go to the Chrysanthemum Banquet? I really want to see it."

Miss is a very contradictory person. She likes the smell of fireworks in the market, but she doesn't like to join in the fun.

How should I put it, walking in the world, but separated by a layer, still unable to blend in with the crowd.

The corner of Wuyou's mouth curled up, revealing a weird smile.

"Then don't keep urging me to go back, okay?"

She hasn't played enough yet, and she plans to play Yangzhou, go to Suzhou and Hangzhou for a while, then go to Zhenjiang, and play all the way back.

Zuo'er has a headache. Her lady is a very strange person. She looks gentle, loves to laugh and is well-behaved. In her heart, she is a person with too righteous ideas and a strong temper. This is not good.

"Miss, you sneaked out, the young master will be worried."

Wuyou spread her small hands casually, "I'm not a child, what about you, what can happen?"

Zuo'er reluctantly compromised, Wuyou was in a good mood, and slipped into the chrysanthemum feast along the crowd with a smile on his face.

Crowded, crowded, and lively.

A high platform was set up in the middle, and several great Confucian scholars sat on it, chatting and laughing, and the parents and elders brought their children out one after another, and sat in the awnings on the left and right.

Wuyou frowned slightly, there are so many people, the smell is so strong.

Zuo'er raised his hand lightly, and supported Wuyou to sit on the tall towering tree.

Only then did she let out a mouthful of turbid air and show a sweet smile.

This location is very good, condescending, with a wide view.

I saw the brothers and sisters of the Zhu family sitting on a high platform surrounded by compliments.

The man is solemn and gentle, and looks like a good son of the world.

The woman is gentle and dignified, with a style of everyone, and has attracted countless praises. She is indeed the number one beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, with both talent and appearance.

The corner of her mouth twitched, she really knows how to pretend!

Mo Qinghe, a representative of contemporary Confucianism, stood in the middle of the high platform and waved his hands, causing a commotion.

He waved his hand slightly, and the thunderous applause stopped. He smiled in satisfaction, "Everyone, the annual chrysanthemum banquet has begun. The rules are known to everyone, and I will not repeat them. The theme this time is autumn wind. Make up your own topic."

The literati and refined scholars who rushed over from all over the world frowned and thought carefully, hoping to use this to make a blockbuster and become famous all over the world.

And the famous daughters sitting on both sides stared closely at the people in the field, wanting to find an outstanding husband and a loving husband and wife.

The parents of each family looked over one by one and commented, looking like they were picking their son-in-law.

Seeing the different thoughts of various characters, Wuyou found it very interesting.

"Young Master Fang is here."