A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"Why did the miss sigh suddenly, you are a lucky person."

Liu Ye smiled and inserted the hairpin for Liu Yun, she snorted, and there was still a lot of sadness in her heart.

Thinking that he will see Young Master Wei later, Liu Yun's expression was a little sweeter.

Shu Ange spied on it for a while, and felt that it was meaningless, put the tiles on, and decided to go to other places in Zhou Mansion.

Her first choice was Lanxiang Garden, which was Zhou Lingrong's residence.

The Orchid Garden is spacious and bright with several rooms. It is the most spacious and quiet place besides the residence of the old lady and the old lady.

There are many precious flowers and plants in the garden, the fragrance is fragrant, and the scenery is infinite.

Shu Ange didn't hide on the roof this time, because Zhou Lingrong and her daughter were gossiping under the rose frame.

She hid directly on the leafy tree, leaning on her toes, listening to the corner of the wall leisurely.

"Mother, what do you think of my new silver enamel auspicious wish bracelet?"

With the delicate small fan in Mrs Tang's hand, she fanned the wind slowly and said, "Rong'er is a dexterous Yuxiu, and she looks good in anything she wears."

Zhou Lingrong threw herself into Mrs Tang's arms affectionately, raised her head and said eagerly, "Mother treats me as a baby, others may not."

She wrinkled her small nose and acted coquettishly, her brows and eyes seemed to be pinched into jade snow.

"You girl, no one in the Zhou family doesn't love you. Her granddaughter from the prime minister's house, her father is an official in the court, and only you are disgusting with others."

There was a bit of arrogance in Mrs. Tang's words. What she hated most in her life was not showing her origin. At her age like a flower, she can only fill houses for others, and she has to pinch her nose to support the children left by the previous lady.

Her daughter is different, a noble young lady, who would dare to neglect her.

Master Huikong has criticized her life, and her sister Rong is destined to be rich and prosperous in this life.

Thinking of this, Mrs Tang squeezed her daughter's hand with a smile.

People's fate is doomed, I think when she was in her boudoir, a few people were optimistic about her marriage.

Back then, when she married her cousin-in-law as a sequel, there were not many people who were gossiped afterward. Looking at today, she is the dignified and upright madam of the Zhou family, and her daughter is the young lady that everyone praises.

Her son is the future owner of the Zhou Mansion.

Whenever Mr. Tang thought about this, he felt happy in his heart.

"Mother treats me so well, sigh, my daughter really wants to stay by my mother's side all her life."

"You stupid child, in a few years, my mother wants to keep you, but she can't keep it."

"Mother, you are making fun of your daughter again. Mother, why did you want me to persuade Sister Yi to please Young Master Wei? If this marriage is withdrawn... just to temper her temper."

Zhou Lingrong leaned against Mrs Tang's arms, a sly light flashing in her eyes.

In her own courtyard, she can relax her body and mind and not go to that rude and vicious eldest sister, pretending to be in love with her sisters.

"Silly child, the daughter of the Zhou family is a combination of honor and disgrace. If she is divorced, it will also affect your future engagement. My sister Rong, who is very rich, how can she be delayed by a bad girl."

When Mr. Tang mentioned Zhou Lingyi, his tone was very disdainful.

When Shu Ange heard the words, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and his expression was a little disdainful.

In order to suppress her stepdaughter and raise her own daughter, Mrs. Tang is really a trick.

It is also necessary to let the name of Zhou Lingyi's evil daughter spread throughout Lingzhou, to set off Zhou Lingrong's virtuousness and elegance, and to let the Wei family withdraw from the marriage, which will affect Zhou Lingrong's future marriage.

"Hmph, how could she delay me, mother, didn't you say..."

Zhou Lingrong's brows showed a bit of the shyness of her youngest daughter. Mrs. Tang pressed her lips and shook her head slightly: "Put this matter in your stomach, don't mention it to others."

This mother and daughter are really careful enough, they are all their own people, and they still don't know what to say.

Shu Ange looked at the scene and left Lanxiangyuan lightly when it was almost time to hand over the purse.

Not long after she arrived at the corner door, a young maid opened the corner door, looked up at Shu Ange and asked, "Are you Wang Sanniang? You're a little different in age..."

It seems that this little girl's head is still clever.

Shu Ange smiled shyly and took the bag out of his arms: "I'm Wang Sanniang's daughter, this is the bag she made for the eldest lady."

She took out the two purses, and the little girl took the purses in her hands. After looking carefully, she took out two strings of copper coins from her sleeves.

"This is two hundred pennies. This is the purse embroidery pattern and needlework fabric to be made next time."

"Thank you girl, my mother specially instructed the little girl to thank the eldest Miss Ende."

The maid smiled and said arrogantly, "My young lady has the kindest heart, but you go back and tell your mother that you must keep the purse secret for the young lady. If it spreads out..."

She widened her eyes and said half-threateningly, "Our Zhou residence is not an ordinary family—"

Shu Ange pretended to be afraid and said, "The girl understands that she will never tell outsiders."

The little maid nodded, took her things, turned around and closed the corner door.

It was still early, so Shu Ange decided to go to Bihe Garden after thinking of what he heard in Haitang Garden.

Liu Yun wanted to flirt with Wei Qinghong, but she wanted to stab them horizontally to add a little block to the two of them.

The original owner had a strong character, not to please anyone, and she didn't intend to forcefully insist on the marriage with Wei's residence.

Wei Qinghong likes Liu Yun in his heart, but he can't persuade his family.

In order to finally marry Liu Yun and unite with the Tang family, Zhou Lingyi's identity was destroyed, and she jumped into the lake with grievances.

Such a ruthless man, don't teach him a lesson, Shu An singer itch.

The Bihe Garden is full of tourists, with elegant and delicate scholars reciting poems and chanting flowers, and women in beautiful dresses and laughter.

Liu Yun brought Pearl and Liu Ye to Bihe Garden together, feeling a little flustered in her heart.

Those who can enter Bihe Garden to enjoy and play, either have a wealthy family, or have real talents and practical learning.

She used to chop wood every day and work hard, and she had never been in such an elegant place.

"Sister Lingyi, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are much more beautiful."

Wei Qinghong looked at Liu Yun with bright eyes, and with the servant, strode closer to her.

He is the son of Jiedu's envoy. He usually dances with a knife and sticks with a stick.

When Zhou Lingyi met him in the past, he often said things that he couldn't understand. He never understood, and she persuaded him to read more.

He didn't plan to take the champion exam, so why should he read more?

The current fiancee is more lovely. Every time I see him, I always look at him with admiration, and I won't say those words that go out of the book bag.

"Lingyi has met Brother Qinghong."

Liu Yun's face was shy, and she didn't know where to put her hand.

The stewards and servants in Zhuangzi, as well as the villagers near Zhuangzi, were vulgar and vulgar, how could they compare with Mr. Wei.

Not to mention men, there are not many women she has seen before that are more beautiful than Young Master Wei.

Such a handsome and excellent man, looking at him with affection, how could Liu Yun not fall into the trap.

Shu Ange rubbed the goosebumps on his body. The exchanges between Liu Yun and Wei Qinghong's brother and sister were really cold and mixed.