Zi Ling was so frightened that she almost cried and slumped down on the chair. The incident of her and her third sister scalding the fifth sister was vividly in her mind.
Nangong Chen was still chatting and laughing with Dongfang Jingao, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes slightly. Ever since he learned that Zihan's IQ was only maintained at the age of four or five, for the sake of the Dongfang family's face, he could only try his best to conceal Zihan's identity. He didn't want Zihan to marry Nangong Chen, and he didn't want Zihan to marry Nangong Chen.
Not to mention Zihan's lack of cultivation, Nangongchen would never marry a fool.
Since no one answered for a long time, the scene became quieter and quieter, as if everyone was waiting for the fifth lady to come out.
Dongfang Jingao stood up and apologized with a polite smile: "To disappoint everyone, my fifth sister caught a cold last night and it is not convenient to see guests."
Dongfang Lie said with a worried look: "My fifth daughter has been frail and sick since she was a child. Please forgive me."
All the guests smiled in disappointment and said nothing. Dongfang Lie was the Prime Minister of the current dynasty, and one person was inferior to ten thousand people. They all knew better and stopped asking. For the sake of their official careers, of course they could not offend the Prime Minister.
Zi Yan and Zi Ling seemed to have walked away from the gates of hell, their hands still trembling slightly.
After three rounds of drinking, the night was already deep, the show was over, everyone had dispersed, the cups and plates were in a mess, and a grand banquet ended.
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The sun rises in the east, and a little red dawn breaks out, slowly rising from the horizon.
The rising sun slowly rises, driving away the clouds and fog. In an instant, the sun shines for thousands of miles, the morning sun sprays out colors, and melts gold for thousands of miles. A new day has begun again.
Golden light spots danced in the jungle behind the mountain.
The shadow of the cold moon sat on the stone, its black hair dyed with the fog from last night.
Ye Chen washed the fruits, served them with leaves, and held them in front of her. He didn't know what kind of fruits she liked to eat, so he picked all kinds of fruits.
"This is food as a reward for you." She had no intention of accepting it. As long as she was not hungry, she would not eat. She had no desire to eat any food.
"Master, don't you want to eat?" After saying this, he felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have asked. She didn't like others to question her words.
"Ye Chen, which fruit do you think is the most delicious?"
"Ye Chen hasn't tasted them all, so I don't know. Besides, maybe the master's taste is different from Ye Chen's."
"I see, just taste every kind of fruit and give me the one you think is the most delicious." After saying that, she got up and washed her hands by the stream, picked up a dead leaf and played with the fish in the stream.
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Ye Chen looked at her little body squatting by the stream. At this moment, he felt that she was a child, a naughty child who had been stolen out to play.
Suddenly, she turned around, and her evil phoenix eyes met his cold eyes. She smiled evilly and said very softly: "Don't peek at me."
"Ye Chen knows his mistake."
He lowered his head, looked at the various fruits on the leaves, and tasted them one by one. Even though he knew that some fruits were bitter, he still tasted them.
Her ferocious face was reflected in the reflection, and her pupils shrank slightly, flashing with evil blood.
Suddenly, the fish that were eating dead leaves dispersed quickly, causing a few small splashes of water.
"Master..." Ye Chen was stunned when he looked up and saw her. Maybe she was angry.
"Which kind of fruit is the most delicious?" His lips were weeping slightly, and his tone was so calm that there was no emotion at all.
"Ye Chen thinks it's an amla fruit." He picked up a green fruit, which was shiny. It was probably the most beautiful one among all the amla fruits.