But Zhongqing, who was standing in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief secretly. It seemed that his decision was really the right one.
This young marshal cannot be contaminated.
Just looking at He Anyuan, you can tell that her whole body is filled with only one sentence, that is, whoever dares to approach the young commander will definitely die!
The eldest lady naturally saw the scene just now, but it was the Young Marshal's matter, but she didn't dare to care about it. She could only turn a blind eye and said a symbolic speech to signal the start of the family banquet.
It wasn't until halfway through the family dinner that bursts of loud laughter came from outside the door.
Then I saw three young men in brocade clothes walking towards the hall.
The people who came were naturally the young master and his two friends. They sat at the free table and were naturally served by Zhong Qing.
As soon as Zhong Qing saw the young master, she felt as if she had strayed into a wolf's den. She subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.
"Hey, Young Master Yi, isn't this the little maid who bumped into you that day? You thought she was as beautiful as a flower, so you threatened to take her down, but she bit you instead?"
A man said in surprise.
"It's true. This little maid is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in the Yi family. Young Master Yi, why don't you give it to me? You can't take it anyway!"
Another man in purple clothes looked at the young master and said half-jokingly.
"Who said I can't take it?!" The young master frowned, turned his head, looked at Zhongqing, and narrowed his eyes. It was really her... He had almost forgotten it, if he hadn't been stopped by his uncle that day.
Oh, he couldn't tell, he really drowned her like that. But today, when he saw it, she was still so breathtakingly beautiful.
"Take it? Otherwise, Young Master Yi, give me a bet? If you win, I will give you the woman I kept at home to play with for a while. If you can't win, then you will give this maid away
How about killing me?" The man in purple yelled exaggeratedly from the side.
"Just bet, how can I lose?!" the young master responded disapprovingly, his eyes filled with the excitement of prey.
Zhong Qing heard the words of these three people clearly, and she felt nervous in her heart, but she still held her breath and poured wine for all three of them.
After pouring the wine, Zhong Qing's hand was grabbed by the young master before it left the glass. He said frivolously: "Tell me your name."
