My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 10 The Tang Family's Contempt (seeking tickets)
Early the next morning, Ye Xuan had breakfast, greeted Yun Lan, and left Xiao's house.

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The Nanshan Villa Group is a gathering place for the wealthy in Kunming, and the price of each villa here is more than 3000 million.

"It's here." Ye Xuan looked at the European-style villa in front of him and nodded.

The Tang family in Yunzhou is the second of three marriage letters.

5 minutes later--

Ye Xuan sat in a classical and elegant hall, holding a milky white porcelain cup in his white jade hand, his eyes swept across the hall slightly, and his eyes froze in front of a painting.

Withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, a few houses are dotted in the painting, under the strong westerly wind, a man rides a horse, walking alone in the setting sun, leaving endless bleak backs.

Ye Xuan recalled,

That year, he met a poet on horseback, and the passing back became an eternal picture in the poet's heart.

He heard the poet chanting: "Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly winds and thin horses, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

Years later, the poet made this picture.

Countless years have passed, and the poet who painted the painting would never have imagined that the person in the painting was still alive in the world.

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over the hall,

A middle-aged woman flipped through a slightly yellowed marriage certificate, sighed helplessly, and thought to herself, "The thing that should come has finally come."

The woman looked dignified, dressed in fine clothes, she was quite graceful, even her voice seemed to be dignified: "My surname is Cheng, you can call me Mrs. Cheng."

Her voice was lazy, with inherent nobility, she frowned slightly, and said: "There is indeed something about this marriage letter..."

Ye Xuan came back to his senses: "I came here just for the marriage letter..."

Cheng Yue's face darkened slightly, and as soon as Ye Xuan came in, she made up her mind, how could it be possible for the proud daughter of the Tang family to marry this...poor boy as stated in the marriage contract.

Poor boy is already a more polite adjective. Ye Xuan was dressed in shabby old clothes, and since he came in, he has been staring at the ancient paintings on the wall, like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world.

"The beautiful scenery of Kunming City is famous all over the world. You came here in a hurry. The scenery of Nanshan is beautiful, there are many temples, and there are many tourists. Have you ever seen it?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

"The stone forest in the west of the city and the karst caves in Jiuxiang are all wonders in the world. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

"The Daguan Tower is built by the water, overlooking the Nanshan Mountain, taking in the scenery of the lake and the mountains. There are also literati and poets of all ages writing poems and paintings. Have you ever taken a look?"

Ye Xuan shook his head.

Cheng Yue's face was terribly gloomy, and her voice became colder: "Young man, so the first thing you do when you come to Kunming City is to come to our Tang family to hand over the marriage letter?"

Ye Xuan didn't refute. Although he didn't come directly to the Tang family, it was almost the same. He was really eager.

He wanted to get rid of the engagement as soon as possible, put an end to the past, and apologize to the Tang family for his willfulness in the previous life.

If this delays Miss Tang's marriage, then he can properly compensate the Tang family.

"Do you think that with this marriage letter, I will marry my daughter to you?"

Cheng Yue coldly threw the marriage certificate at the young man's feet, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

It's really ridiculous, this young man rushed here, didn't look at the windy flowers, snowy land, lakes and mountains, but hurriedly ran to their Tang residence, young, so eager to climb the dragon and the phoenix.

Ye Xuan was dumbfounded, picked up the marriage certificate on the ground, and patted the dust, his movements were indescribably graceful.

Just as he was about to explain something, Cheng Yue raised her head, her eyes became colder and colder:

"I like talking to smart people, and I hope you're smart enough, you know what I mean?"

"Why?" Ye Xuan nodded.

"Why!" Cheng Yue repeated, her eyes widened, as if she had heard an idiot's question.

She laughed a little, even in her eyes, Ye Chen knew that it was a disdainful smile.

"Our Tang family doesn't dare to say that it is a top family in Kunming City or even Yunzhou, and it is at least ranked in the top ten. And you are just a shabby poor boy. Is this enough reason?"

"The painting you have been staring at is not a treasure, but it is also the work of the famous songwriter Ma Zhiyuan handed down from the Yuan Dynasty. This painting is enough for you to fight for a lifetime."

Cheng Yue blew on the tea, took a sip, raised her head, and looked at Ye Xuan, with a stronger smile in her eyes:
"The chair you are sitting on is made of the most precious pineapple wood, an old object from the Qing Dynasty, and the pattern on it is carved by a royal carver, worth hundreds of thousands;

The tea set in your hand is a high-quality official kiln in the Song Dynasty, worth millions. The tea you drink is Yunzhou Jingua Tribute Tea, a national second-class cultural relic. One hundred grams costs 35 yuan, which is priceless. "

"These things are something you can't fight for all your life, but they are commonplace in the eyes of my Tang family. Do you understand now?"

"Mom, are there any guests?"

While speaking, a sweet voice came from outside, and a beautiful figure came slowly.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was dressed in a sky blue dress, which was cold and noble. Her delicate and impeccable cheeks were very glamorous. She was somewhat similar to Cheng Yue, but with an added glamorousness.

The girl glanced at Ye Xuan, slightly dazed.

This young man's eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like stars, and his temperament is rare and ethereal. He is three points more handsome than all the boys he has ever seen. Hands are even better.

There is such a beautiful boy in the world?

It's just that the young man's clothes are shabby and outdated, so it looks like he came from a poor family.

This point meant that the boy and her were of two classes.

"Qingya, you came just in time. Do you remember that our family has a marriage contract? No, it's him." Cheng Yue pouted her lips in disdain.

"What?" Tang Qingya opened her mouth wide, a look of contempt appeared in her eyes, "You mean me to marry this poor boy?"

"I don't care, I won't marry no matter what." Tang Qingya pouted and acted coquettishly: "Mom, those little sisters of mine, especially Chu Qing, if she knew that the Tang family's eldest lady would be so A country bumpkin's fiancé, still laughing at me to death!"

"How do you let your daughter hold her head up after school?"

"Ms. Cheng, Ms. Tang, I think you may have misunderstood!"

Finally, Ye Xuan stood up, put down the teacup, and said in a calm voice, "Actually, I came this time to retire the engagement... But, now that I have repented, I decided that the media is marrying your daughter, and then I will divorce her in a fair manner..."

Ye Xuan walked out of the house while talking, Cheng Yue's face was gloomy, dripping water.

The moment he was about to step out of the hall, Ye Xuan turned his head and smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"This pumpkin tribute tea is great, the tea set is also high-quality goods, and the chairs are very comfortable to sit on, but I don't like it, they all have a vulgar and philistine atmosphere, which makes people sick to my stomach. But—"

"I like to see you with a dark face, like now, it makes me very comfortable."

After speaking, Ye Xuan waved his sleeves, turned his head and left.

There was a "click" sound behind him, but the tea set from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty was dropped to the ground, followed by a rough roar:

"I want my daughter to marry you, let's make your spring and autumn dream come true!"

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(End of this chapter)