Chapter 3:
When the breeze blows, the peach blossoms fly. The girl with a flying skirt is holding a peach blossom, which is as bright as a butterfly playing among the flowers. But although the picture is beautiful, no one appreciates it.
Ye Ping didn't care about her appearance and beauty at all, she just wanted to get rid of the plot in the book. Even if she was immersed in her own obsession, it was still difficult to ignore the suffocating sense of oppression emanating from the visitor.
This is the aura of the strongest.
Before she got close to that person, she had already shown her timidity, her feet softened and she threw herself forward, trying to grab the other person's trousers to the death.
There was gasping all around.
At this point, there is no way out.
She raised her face and smiled stiffly, "Prince, my little girl... my little girl likes you."
In sight, the man was as tall as the sky, like a **** descending from the sky. Perfect chin and bridge of nose, contemptuous cold eyes, looking at her is like looking at a dead person.
She subconsciously let go of her hand, and she could faintly smell the smell of blood between her nostrils. Only then did she realize that there were some dark marks on the hem of the other party's dark green official robe.
This is blood!
This person must have been interrogating prisoners before.
The knife at the man's waist was like a cold moon, and pressing on the handle was a big hand with well-defined joints. The big hand is as long as jade, and it seems to be tight.
Murderous aura overflowed, and Ye Ping's pupils shrank for no reason.
"Get out of the way." The man's voice was cold without any warmth.
"Okay." She stood up swiftly, bowed her head obediently and stepped aside, like a very obedient daughter-in-law. It seemed that the bold and unrestrained woman just now was not her, and everything she did was the illusion of everyone.
The man's sharp gaze passed over the women and looked at the servants on the periphery. Those servants were all maids and women in the mansion, and they were all selected by Wen Ruyu himself.
Wen Ruyu felt nervous for no reason, "Second Brother."
The man is a descendant of the Wen family, he is the second son, and his name is Wen Yu.
Wen Yu's surname is Wen, but he is different from all the Wen family members. His name is Wen Jiazi, but he is the king of the county. Because he is the posthumous son of Princess Anhe, he was raised and taught by His Majesty from birth.
His Majesty values Wen Yu more than any other princes.
Blessed with a noble status and a handsome face favored by God, such a man should be the most ideal person for a boudoir woman, but this is not the case.
He was the most famous criminal secretary in the prosperous dynasty, known as the jade-faced evil god. The tailbone of the pipa is strung with a sky lantern, and the **** corpse ghost speaks, talking about his cruel methods during torture.
It is rumored that the lanterns in his house are all made of human skin, the bowls he eats in are made of skulls, and the chopsticks he uses to hold vegetables are made of ribs. And the floor of his bedroom was covered with thick bones.
So even if he looks like a fairy, no one dares to covet him.
Ye Ping became more and more satisfied as she thought about it.
Pulling out such a top-notch shield, you don't have to worry about provoking others, and others will pester you in turn, and you don't have to worry about being tempted by your fake show.
When she was wandering, Wen Yu moved.
No one saw his skill and movements clearly, it was like a gust of wind swept past, and when he saw clearly, he was carrying a woman dressed as a servant of the Duke's mansion in his hand. More than half of the woman's righteous bun fell off, and she was a middle-aged man who was easily overwhelmed.
The girls backed away in horror, screaming again and again.
Wen Yu held that man in his hands like a dead dog. He threw the man away, and the two criminal officers who followed immediately lifted him up.
"Second brother, what...what's going on?" Wen Ruyu was also quite frightened and asked in surprise.
"Arrest the murder suspect."
The word murder caused the blood on the girls' faces to fade a bit. It's appalling that a good poetry club is mixed with murderers, and even mixed with servants of the Duke's Mansion.
Wen Ruyu was terrified, but pretended to be calm. How important is the face of a girl's family, yet the second brother never cared about it. She didn't dare to complain, and she had to pretend to care about the case, even though she knew Wen Yu wouldn't say a word at all.
As soon as Wen Yu left, the stagnant atmosphere began to flow again.
Everyone has lingering fears, and there are trills when they whisper.
Ye Ping tried her best to reduce her presence and retreated behind the crowd.
Mrs. Wen Guogong's wife, Wang Chengjun, came in a hurry and apparently got the news. Wen Ruyu looks like her mother, and standing with her mother is like twin sisters.
Mrs. Wen first asked all the girls to move to the flower hall, and then personally greeted and entertained them one by one.
"Today's incident was due to the negligence of our government, which surprised everyone. The suspect was so cunning that he pretended to be a woman and mixed up with the servants. Fortunately, he did not have time to do it in the poetry meeting, and did not hurt innocent people. It's a great fortune. Prince Wen doesn't like people talking too much, so I hope you don't spread the word, so as not to ruin his plan."
What he said not only apologized, but also pointed out the key points. He also used Wen Yu's prestige to intimidate and pressure everyone, expressly ordering everyone not to spread it to the outside world.
All the girls nodded in agreement.
Such a disgraceful thing, if it spreads, they can be regarded as being in the same place as the murder suspect, which is not very pleasant to hear.
Mrs. Wen nodded slightly, her serious expression softened slightly.
"The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, which is a good time for the poetry meeting. I still remember that when your mother and I were the same age, I also looked forward to winter and spring like you, and went out to enjoy the flowers."
The atmosphere became more lively, and the girls who were acquainted with the Duke's Mansion talked about the interesting things they heard from their respective mothers.
Mrs. Wen smiled and looked at everyone, her eyes shifted slightly.
Ye Ping knew that she was looking at her, so she still lowered her head.
The high rank of this Mrs. Wen can be seen from her actions and words just now.
Now that we are talking about the interesting events of the Poetry Club, some people will naturally think of what happened today. When Li Bizhu mentioned that Ye Ping confessed to Wen Yu in public, Mrs. Wen let out a soft cry in surprise.
As the mistress of the Duke's Mansion, Ye Ping did not believe that Mrs. Wen hadn't heard the report from her servants before, but Mrs. Wen was pretending to be stupid, "Ms. Ping? Are you happy with the county king?"
"Ma'am, don't ask, the little girl is almost dying of embarrassment."
It's just acting, who wouldn't.
Ye Ping covered her face, looking ashamed and angry.
"My fair lady, gentlemen love you. There are gangsters and gentlemen, so you can't be embarrassed." Mrs. Wen said with emotion.
"... Ma'am, I know I'm wishful thinking... I just couldn't help it for a while, I... I really don't have the face to face people in the future." Ye Ping still covered her face. If she could use this to break off contact with these people, maybe Not a bad thing either.
She acted like this, but no one doubted it. After all, anyone who did such a thing would be ashamed to face others.
Mrs. Wen said again: "People don't waste young people frivolously, so don't blame yourself too much."
This seems to be persuading, but it seems that he didn't say anything.
The eyes of all the women are different and extremely subtle.
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When it was time to say goodbye, most of the people were in a stable mood.
Ye Ping admired Mrs. Wen's calm approach, and became more determined to stay away from Wen's family. Coincidentally, because she deliberately walked behind others, she went on the same road as Wen Ruqin.
There is a distance between the two, which seems to be quite distinct.
"Isn't she ashamed to see people? Why does she still have the face to look around?" Hongsang, the girl next to Wen Ruqin, said bitterly.
The voice was not low, and Ye Ping could hear it clearly. If she doesn't want to follow the plot, she can't attract the jealousy of the female supporting role, let alone offend the heroine. She thought for a while, and slowly leaned over there.
Hongsang jumped out and stood in front of her girl, "What do you want to do again? You have hurt my girl so many times, are you still going to finish?"
It's no wonder that Hongsang defended Ye Ping like a thief, the original owner really had a lot of criminal records.
"Miss Wen Er, I'm sorry for what happened before."
"You caused my girl to fall into the water and catch the cold, can you just say sorry?"
Wen Ruqin didn't speak, obviously agreeing with her girl.
Ye Ping couldn't argue, she took over the original owner's body, and everything the original owner owned belonged to her.
"Miss Wen Er, I know you must hate me to death in your heart, and sometimes I hate myself too. Obviously I like someone in my heart, and when I want to get close to someone, I always do something that the other person hates. "
"You mean you like my girl, are you sick?" Hong Sang widened her eyes and glared at Ye Ping.
"What this young lady said is that I am indeed sick."
"..."
Both master and servant were stunned and looked at Ye Ping.
Ye Ping lowered her eyes, looking extremely depressed. "Speaking of which, I'm not considered sick, because there is nothing abnormal about my health. But I know my own affairs, and my illness is in my heart."
"Are you sick?" Wen Ruqin finally spoke.
"Yes, I have a heart disease." Ye Ping looked desperate. "Miss Wen Er, I may not know how much I like you. I like your purity and kindness, and your ice and snow intelligence. As much as I like you in my heart, I hate you as much as I show. Do you think I am ill?"
Really sick.
"You finally admitted that you deliberately harmed my girl." Hong Sang said angrily, "Girl, don't be fooled by her. There is no such disease in the world, she must be lying."
Miss, you are telling the truth.
Ye Ping's shoulders slumped, and her tone was low, "I know that no one will believe me if I say it. If it were me, I wouldn't believe it either. Second Miss Wen, just pretend that I really hate you. Anyway, what do I think?" No one will care."
Wen Ruqin couldn't bear it, "What you said is true?"
"Miss Wen, I really like you and your brother. I really want to get to know you brothers and sisters. If I do something like that today, the king of the county must think that I am a frivolous and vain person. He won't like me .I have worked hard for so long, and I finally understand that no matter how hard I try, you will not like me. I will never hinder your eyes again, and I will never bother you again. Take care...I am leaving."
Ye Ping covered her face and ran away heartbroken.
Wen Ruqin was speechless for a long time, but Hongsang looked like she had seen a ghost.
When Ye Ping walked away, the master and servant came back to their senses.
"Girl, do you believe what she said?" Hong Sang asked, she was also a little shaken. Good people don't curse themselves for being sick, but she couldn't tell what was strange.
Wen Ruqin frowned, "She can do what she did today, which shows that she thinks differently from ordinary people."
A normal boudoir woman would hold a flower and hug a man's thigh to show her feelings. Most people can't do such a thing, unless they are really sick.
If Miss Ye doesn't frame her again in the future, she will believe it.