Chapter 7

Today, on his way back, he heard that the general's house had come to their house to propose marriage, and he went straight to the little orange garden drunk.

In his eyes, how about the marriage of the general's house? Where can ye sang be the dead girl?

When he saw Ye Sang's small face in his cloak, he could not help but burst out with fire.

In fact, compared with Ye Jinyao, the talented girl of the Ye family, ye sang is not beautiful.

She is not as gorgeous as ye Jinyao, not as smart as ye Jinyao, not as beautiful as ye Jinyao.

She can only be regarded as beautiful and white, only the willow eyes are very clear, not big, but the eyelashes are very long, not warped, always covered in front of her eyes, just like a layer of fog. She doesn't speak much, usually, she always looks quiet, so sometimes she looks a little dull, but I don't know whether it is the relationship between reading a lot of books. Naturally, she has a certain sense of beauty The coolness of literati.

This coolness is incompatible with the atmosphere of the Ye family. It seems that it has isolated everyone with a sense of overlooking. After a long time, the more it is, the more disgusting it is.

Now ye sang is such an expression.

Cold, calm, and then squint that pair of willow eyes, careful vigilant appearance.

I don't know whether it's because ye sang is drunk or because ye sang is going to be the woman of the general's house. The drunken Ye Jiajun staggers in and looks at the woman in his cloak with turbid eyes. He only feels that the woman in front of him is like a white plum with a thorn. The thorn gently pricks his heart. It doesn't hurt but itches.

When did the timid and ordinary yesang become so attractive?

His eyes fell on the earlobe exposed in yesang's cloak. There were no holes in his ears. He was smooth and flawless. He was like a jade pearl waiting for others to pick up. The fire in his heart was burning all at once, destroying all his senses like a single spark. His tall body rushed directly at yesang

……

Outside the window, the snow is still floating.

"Hua -"

"Hua -"

the sound of two air cuts.

Two shadows flitted over the little orange garden, stopped on the mulberry branches not far away, and just could see the scene inside the house.

One red and one black.

The first man was wearing a red robe with dark lines and a golden edge. He couldn't see his face clearly in the snow. He just felt that he was evil and arrogant, just like a simple and sharp sword. His edge was locked by the scabbard. He was domineering, introverted and fierce.

He looked at the scene in the room with cold eyes. The picture in the room was very hot. The men were manic, and the women struggled. It looked very lively.

The tip of his eyebrow is like a sword, and his black eyes are as cold as snow.

The man standing beside him was dressed in a black military uniform. Looking at the scene in the room, he was charmingly naive and a little bit swarthy. His face was slightly red. He felt disgusted. He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Sir, can we help you?"

Language falls, then heard a man sneer: "this woman has nothing to do with me, want me to save her, why?"

His tone outlined a bit gorgeous and precious, but did not hear any smile.

How can it be none of your business!

The women in there are

Smell speech, fold a robe to stare big eyes, dull and solemnly say: "Sir, if the Lord knows that we see death and can't help, it will be us that die miserably at that time..."

"Tear --" his voice just dropped. In the room over there, there was a sound that the cloth was torn open. The beautiful dress on the little woman had been torn open, revealing her shoulder.

The man half narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene carelessly. Listening to the folded robe, he slowly drew back his eyes. His eyes were icy and cold: "he wants me to marry her, the one who wants to die is him."

Let him marry a woman who is illiterate and has never met before. It's really a joke!

Think, this period of time heard about the woman's everything, the man thin lips light pursed, a knife like cold, see the folded robe tremble.

The folded robe felt frozen by his eyes. He opened his mouth, retreated a foot without any trace, and said in a low voice: "my Lord, you and miss Jing have a moment of silence!"

Master Ji always does what he says. He says that if you want to marry, you will marry, unless you don't marry all your life?

The master knew that he had a sweetheart, but he forced him to have a fiancee. In fact, he wanted to kill him.

However, the girl in that room is really poor It's just cannon fodder.

Smell speech, the cold of the man's lip corner is colder a few minutes, still stand on the branch, do not move.

In an instant, I heard him say in a low voice: "he will not let me marry a woman with a bad reputation."

He was sullied by his elder brother and his reputation was bad. The general's house can't afford to lose him.

Smell speech, fold a robe to suddenly have a kind of rush to attack heart impulse.

Wipe - I thought of this! no wonder! no wonder!