The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 372 protect the short
Yang Yisu is proud of himself, handsome in appearance, rich in family background, and bears the title of Jie Yuan, his future is immeasurable.

There are not only one or two good families who want to marry Qin and Jin.

But those ordinary wealthy daughters all look down on them.

Only the woman in front of her couldn't forget it, as if she had lost her mind.

I knew I was wrong, but I couldn't suppress the restlessness in my heart.

Even if you say a few more words, it is also very good.

"Actually, I lived in the capital for a while when I was young. Later, my father started a business and moved his family away. He left for many years. It was not until the last time the prince got married that he stepped back into his hometown."

Half drooped eyelids, concealing the loss in the pupils.

If he hadn't left at the beginning, would he have met her sooner?

When it came to Huangfulan, there was a common topic, she asked curiously: "How did you and the Fifth Prince know each other?"

"We don't know each other." He smiled helplessly, "The prince has always been rich, and he was targeted by thieves when he was playing. I happened to pass by, so I helped him out. Who knows... Sigh, the misunderstanding was resolved later, and the more we talked, the more we talked. Speculation, then became friends."

"It's indeed like five..." After a pause, he changed his tune and said, "What the fifth prince did."

"I don't know where Madam Liang's house used to be, maybe it's not far away, it used to be a neighbor."

She was taken aback, and casually said: "It's just an unknown house."

Not to mention that they are not familiar with each other, even if they are friends, they still don't want to name Su Mansion.

There was nothing or anyone there worth remembering.

Yang Yi looked at the slightly gloomy face, and tentatively said: "I'm sorry to ask, Madam and Mr. Liang, are they the words of a matchmaker?"

This statement made her feel very novel, and she couldn't help asking: "How can you see it?"

Boldly said: "Seeing you get along several times, I feel that Mr. Liang treats you...not considerate enough."

"Pi Ru came back yesterday evening. If you just wanted to eat a few more cakes, he would stop him. It's too...too arbitrary."

She widened her eyes and subconsciously argued: "That's..."

He was worried that if he ate too much, he would not be able to use up dinner. Recently, she was always greedy for snacks, which easily hurt her appetite.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them silently.

It was funny and sighed secretly, what they did as husband and wife had to be explained to an outsider.

Leng Nuan knew that the depth of his affection for her was beyond the comprehension of others.

"Ma'am, here comes the tea." Meng Huai came with a tray and glanced at Yang Yi warily.

She poured a cup herself and pushed it in front of the other party:

"Mr. Yang, it's getting late, go back to the county as soon as you quench your thirst. Also, thank you for your protection these days. However, you have seen the strength of my maidservant. I really don't need another person to follow me. Fear of being dragged down."

Yang Yi was not dull, her tone was still polite, but the alienation and displeasure in it were fully revealed.

After drinking the tea in the cup and saluting, the young man left lonely.

Looking at the slumped figure, Meng Huai praised: "Mother, your words are more concise than before."

Holding the jade cup in her hand, she curled her lips slightly: "Oh? What do you mean?"

The maid said bluntly: "There are needles hidden in the cotton."

She doesn't like to argue with others, if someone misunderstood her today, she might just laugh it off.

But in the end, I can't listen to any presumptuous judgments about him.

Her Highness...

The dim yellow light fell, dyeing the chic courtyard, she held her chin and narrowed her eyes.

What is that man busy with?

At Xu time, Huangfu Yue stepped into the east courtyard, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw his queen sitting in front of the table, writing vigorously, while Meng Jiu stood aside, helping to study ink.

(End of this chapter)