Chapter 110: The taste of being despised

Nan Baoyi widened Dan Feng's eyes.
Yes, she admits that she is a civic girl, but this Young Master Shen does not have any officials, so why give her twenty whips?
This is her home!
Seeing the little boy coming with a whip, she was about to be arrogant, who knew that Xiao Yi pinched the back of her neck when she jumped up.
His face was cold, but there was a faint smile in his eyes, as if she was happy because she took the initiative to defend him.
He said calmly: "" I entertain guests, what are you yelling at? "
Nan Baoyi complained like a coquettish: "Second brother, he came to our house as an outsider, so he doesn't need to thank you. I want to beat us. I'm not convinced!"
"With me, no one dare to hit you." Xiao Yi touched her head, "Come here, send the fifth girl back to Songheyuan."
Shen Yichao's eyes were cold: "Are you going to favor her?"
"What about partiality?"
Seeing the violent atmosphere, Jiang Suihan, who was hiding behind the screen, walked out with a folding fan and hit haha ​​to relieve the siege: "Shen Xiaolang came from afar, what's your temper! Nan Xiaowu hasn't learned the rules, don't be angry with the country girl! Hehe , Niang Yun, great beauty, can I bother you to send Nan Xiaowu out?"
Niang Yun covered her lips and smiled, and she nodded to Baoyi, "Please."
Nan Baoyi followed her out aggrievedly, looking back at Xiao Yi from time to time.
There was a chill on his handsome face, and as she left, the smile in his eyes disappeared.
When she walked to the garden, she tentatively said: "Niang Yun, are you going to be my second brother's concubine?"
Yun Niang laughed twice, but did not answer.
Nan Baoyi clearly saw the contempt from her expression.
She was about the same as that Young Master Shen, with eyes above the top, disdain to talk to her "country girl".
She was not annoyed, and took out a sprig of cornel from her sleeve. "Today is the Double Ninth Festival. I picked this sprig of cornel specially for my second brother. I will give it to my second brother, and let him wear it on the bun. Exorcism!"
Yun Niang took it.
She looked at the little girl in front of her. Although she was only twelve or thirteen years old, she was beautiful and charming.
Unexpectedly, in the ninth-tier countries of South Vietnam, there are such beautiful embryos.
Moreover, she and the son get along day and night, it is hard to guarantee that she will not be seduced.
Yunniang felt disgust in her heart, and said coldly: "As the girl said, I will soon become Hou Ye's concubine and will take charge of the backyard for him. Hou Ye is precious, and Nan girl should recognize his identity and don’t bother him. I hate women who climb dragons and attach phoenixes!"
After speaking, walked back to the house.
Nan Baoyi stood alone on the bluestone brick road, gently biting her lips, her delicate face was covered with frost.
According to the memory of previous lives, Shen Yichao should be the staff of the Emperor Shifu, and only Xiao Yima is the leader.
Why is it so arrogant now?
And Niang Yun, she had never heard of this beautiful concubine in the Imperial Master's Mansion in her previous life.
These two people didn't know where they came from. They lived in her house, but they lived in her house, and they were so arrogant that they looked at people with their nostrils. It was disgusting!
She kicked the little stone and returned to Songheyuan unhappy.
Big study room.
Shen Yichao uttered a word, on the order of his aunt, to flog Xiao Yi.
But Xiao Yi was sitting there, his broad black and dark gold patterned robe spread out on the armchair, his posture was noble and arrogant, the little boy was holding the whip and didn't dare to do it at all.
Shen Yichao said coldly: "My cousin has a precious status, so he can avoid being flogged. It's just that cheap merchant girl"
Xiao Yi played with the tea cup lazily and interrupted him: "Shen Yichao, let me hear you comment on her'degrading'. Beware of your tongue."
"Do you care about her? How can you care about a ninth-class pariah if you are a magnificent relative?"
"Come here," Xiao Yi ordered, "Take his tongue out--"
"Don't quarrel between you two!" Jiang Suihan bit his head. "Shen Xiaolangjun came from afar, and I will show you around, and then our brothers have a few drinks. As for Nan Xiaowu, people just want to protect his brother, Xiao Langjun. Why bother?"
After speaking, he picked up Shen Yichao and walked outside the study.
Yun Niang blessed the two at the threshold.
She stepped into the large study, passed through two moon gates, and looked at the young man sitting on the armchair.
The eighteen-year-old youth, without relying on his family background, only relied on his own strength, and was named a general at a young age, even if he looked at the world, it was very rare.
She raised her hand to support Zhuchai and knelt down before Xiao Yi.
She looked up.
The window is mottled, and the light and shadow are sparse.
The tall and majestic noble son is sleeping with one hand and closing his eyes.
He was born handsome, with smooth bones, high nose and thin lips, just like a jade.
But the end of the eye was provoked, revealing a bit of coolness and nobleness and unattainable, making people fall in a glance.
From now on, Yun Niang will have to commit herself to serving such a stunningly talented man. It is inevitable that her heart will be rippling, and even the corners of her eyebrows and eyes will be peachy.
I just hope that he can spoil her sooner.
She stretched out her hand and carefully kneaded her legs and abdomen for Xiao Yi, and said gently: "The slave servant often serves in front of the empress, and is very good at pinching legs and shoulders. I don't know how strong it is, is the son satisfied?"
Xiao Yi was noncommittal.
Yun Niang pinched his leg for a while and took out a sprig of cornel from her arms.
She offered them with both hands, and said softly: "Today, the servant girl specially folded a sprig of cornel, hoping that the son would wear it on his hair bun to drive away evil spirits."
Xiao Yi opened his eyes.
Today on Chongyang Ninth Festival, according to the custom, you should wear cornel, ascend high and look far to mourn your ancestors.
He picked up the dogwood.
The green branches and leaves of the cornel are also dotted with a small bunch of red cornel fruit. If Nan Jiaojiao wears it on a cloud bun, it will be very cute and lovely.
After playing with his palm for a while, he glanced at Yun Niang: "Go away."
Yun Niang was startled.
She did nothing wrong, why did she ask her to go away?
Could it be that her beauty is not enough to make him move?
She frowned her eyebrows and her voice was charming: "My son..."
"Do you want me to kick you?"
Yun Niang choked.
This kind of man who fights together on the battlefield will probably not pity Xiangxiyu at all, right?
She didn't dare to rebel, so she had to retreat angrily.
Xiao Yi called for the aftertaste, and handed the sprig of cornel to her, "Go and give it to Nan Jiaojiao."
Shen Yichao is here, he can't stay with her on Chongyang Ninth Festival, at least he should give her a sprig of cornel to show his concern.
Also tell her to know that he has her in his heart.
Aftertaste came to Songheyuan holding the cornel, but saw Nan Baoyi sitting unhappy in front of the makeup mirror, making gestures with the pearl hairpins sent by the maids.
She smiled and saluted: "Greetings to the fifth girl."
"Aftertaste, why are you here?" Nan Baoyi was pleasantly surprised.
"By the order of the master, I will give you something." Aftertaste placed the cornus in Nan Baoyi's palm, "The servant maid pondered, this bunch of cornus is probably a Chongyang gift from the master. I hope you will be safe and successful."
Nan Baoyi looked at the cornel, lost in thought.
This is obviously what she gave to the Minister of Power, and there are a lot of nine cornel fruits on it!
But why did he send her back again? !
Does he dislike dogwood's shame, so he refuses to accept it?
The aftertaste is nice to say, what is the gift of Chongyang Ninth Festival, what is safe and smooth, it is only to preserve her face.
Nan Baoyi held the cornel tightly, and thought of Shen Yichao and Yunniang's despising attitude.
The Minister of Power is behind, isn't she so despising her?
She was annoyed and felt her self-esteem being ruthlessly trampled on.
After the aftertaste was gone, she threw the cornel out of the window fiercely, "Xiao Yi, if I give you gifts again, my surname will not be Nan!"
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