There was a knock on the door.

"Uncle, the little one has something important to report."

Liu Yixiu looked at the resignation helplessly.

But when he saw Xie Ci, he chuckled, "It's okay." ”

After the next person came in, he saw Xie Shizi casually drinking tea, so he hesitated slightly.

Liu Yixiu said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" ”

"Rongyuan waits for a letter from Miss Fuyuan." The subordinate hurriedly handed over the letterhead to Liu Yixiu and quickly retreated.

Xie Ci glanced at the elegant letterhead in Liu Yixiu's hand, his thin lips were slightly cold, and the hand holding the tea cup was slightly forced.

This bad girl, the love letter to him is shabby, and now the letter to other men is so attentive.

The words of thanks were like a breeze, and Shu Yue's eyes became more and more cold.

Seeing Yongningbo carefully put the letterhead into his sleeve.

Slowly put down the teacup, thanked and moistened her eyebrows, "This little girl, the writing is crooked, and she is unsightly, but she loves to write letters to people." ”

As soon as these words fell, Yongningbo's face condensed slightly, "Miss Yuan's handwriting is not good?" ”

But although the beautiful line on the letterhead is not good, it is not crooked and unsightly.

At the end of the point, Xie Ci smiled deeply.

"By the way, what does Xie Shizi want to say?"

The words of thanks seemed to be a memory, and he spoke after half a ring, "Speaking of the father who ordered this son to take care of Miss Yuan, unexpectedly, Miss Yuan had bad intentions towards this son of the world, and hated because of love." ”

Under Yongningbo's stunned eyes, Xie Ci casually took out the thin love letter in his sleeve, "This son and Yongningbo hit it off at first sight, and I really can't bear Yongningbo to fall into this beauty vortex." ”

A quarter of an hour later.

Thanks, he left the Qing'an Teahouse refreshed.

Leaving a pensive Yongningbo.

Yuan Changhuan didn't know what to do in secret, and was waiting for Yongningbo's reply.

"Miss, Miss, Sister Night Kite has brought a reply!"

At the same time, Yuan Changhuan received a reply from Yongningbo.

Can't wait to open the letterhead.

Miss Yuan:

I am very sorry that I can't go to the invitation of the lady.

A woman should be noble and self-controlled, and how can she make an appointment with a man in private?

May the young lady find a good son-in-law.

Yuan Changhuan read it several times, and looked at Yu Sain with some confusion, "What does he mean by this?" ”

"Miss, you're not reserved." Jade satin replied casually.

"Bang!"

Yuan Changhuan slapped the table hard.

There was anger between his eyebrows, "It's really good to convict Miss Ben without even listening to the explanation!" ”

"Little ...... Miss ...... "Jade Satin was frightened and straightened the tea cup that had been poured on the table.

"Sure enough, a man who can make friends with Xie Ci is not a good thing!" Yuan Changhuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

It's rare to see the young lady so angry.

Since meeting Xie Shizi, Miss's temper has become more and more irritable.

"By the way, Miss, Miss Feng just sent someone to send an invitation card to the Hundred Gardens Poetry Club, so that you can enjoy your face and participate."

Hearing Yu Sain mention Feng Jinyue, Yuan Changhuan's mood calmed down slightly.

"When?"

"Miss, are you going?"

Yuan Changhuan raised his eyebrows, and his dazzling and charming peach blossom eyes seemed to be scorching, "What's the matter, Miss Ben still can't go?" ”

Thinking of her own young lady's half-talent, Yu Sain cautiously spoke, "Many talented young ladies will participate." ”

She was afraid that her young lady would be ridiculed.

But he saw that Yuan Changhuan was confident, "What are you afraid of, although I haven't read any books in your young lady, I have a trick!" ”

"What's the trick?"

Yu Sain looked at her young lady in surprise, she didn't know how she didn't know after following her for so many years.

Yuan Changhuan smiled mysteriously and raised his hand to point to his face.