Reborn to marry the emperor's uncle, being pinched and coaxed every day

"Master Xiao, why are you here?"

Seeing the old man, Hua Yang was still a little surprised.

Xiao Yan has always been gentle and polite to himself, and he is also a business partner.

"Why, I can't come? Because I'm not a eunuch's son?"

Xiao Yan's voice didn't change much, but Hua Yang just felt that he was unhappy.

"Of course not. If Mr. Xiao's talent and learning go to the imperial examination, why worry about not being able to go to high school."

Hua Yang read a lot of Xiao Yan's calligraphy, paintings and poems in the attic.

Xiao Yan smiled, he felt Hua Yang's kindness.

"Do you like this Moxiang Villa?" He asked.

"I like it, but I'm not a person who loves dancing and writing, so I don't yearn for it that much." Hua Yang smiled and covered the corners of his mouth with a round fan.

"In the future, you can come whenever you like." Xiao Yan said calmly.

Huayang was very surprised,
"Does Moxiang Villa belong to Young Master Xiao?"

It seems that the owner of the villa is not the real owner of the Moxiang Villa.

What is Mr. Xiao's background, and why does he feel that his family's business is very big.

But in the previous life, he had obviously never heard of the Xiao family.

"It belongs to the Zhaixing Building." Xiao Yan did not elaborate.

Huayang didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask further questions.

"Young Master Xiao is going to the back mountain too?"

"Mmm." Xiao Yan never spoke much.

"Then let's go together."

Huayang stepped forward.

Along the way, the two of them said a few business words such as the business of the icehouse and the storage capacity of coal.

Didn't mention anything else.

In fact, what Xiao Yan wanted to ask was whether Hua Yang would marry Qin Wang Sima Jiao.

But he couldn't ask, didn't dare to ask, and didn't have the position to ask.

He didn't know Huayang earlier, he had already lost, but he didn't admit defeat.

Sima Jiao, who had arrived at the back mountain ahead of time, turned around, but did not see Hua Yang.

Frowning, why is this woman so uneasy.

If you don't follow closely, where did you run around?

"Hua Yan, where's your elder sister?"

"I don't know. I didn't see Eldest Sister when I came out of the clean room just now. I thought Eldest Sister left first, so I rushed here first."

Hua Yan also turned her head to look for Hua Yang.

Hua Ling walked over in small steps, looked at Sima Jiao,
"Eldest sister is also true, I don't know where she went."

Hua Yan was busy looking for Hua Yang and ignored her.

Just as Sima Jiao was about to turn back, he searched all the way, when he saw a familiar figure approaching in the distance.

It's Huayang!
But who is the man next to her?
That smelly literati Li Dongyang didn't come today.

Does Huayang know any other man, is it the noble son who came to participate in the poetry meeting today to donate?

Behind his back, someone struck up a conversation so quickly, but she didn't refuse.

Sima Jiao felt that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

If it weren't for the large number of people present, he would have wanted to push Huayang down and teach him a good lesson.

After living a new life, her courage is indeed getting bigger and bigger.

Hua Yan also saw it, and waved happily: "Elder sister, elder sister. We are here."

Hua Yang responded, and walked over with Xiao Yan.

"Sister, where have you been?" Hua Yan asked.

"I just said a few words when I met an acquaintance. This is the real owner of Moxiang Villa, Mr. Xiao Yan and Xiao."

Hua Yang introduced Xiao Yan to Hua Yan and Sima Jiao.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao." Hua Yan is a sweet girl, so naturally she gave a little blessing.

Warm hello.

Xiao Yan naturally bowed back.

Hualing longed for a man to offer his engine to Huayang, and it would be best to make Huayang fall in love, so that Sima Jiao would be hers.

So I warmly greeted Xiao Yan.

Hua Yang also introduced his sister and Sima Jiao to Xiao Yan.

"His Royal Highness King Qin."

Xiao Yan saluted first.

But the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes.

Although the attitude is respectful, it makes people look awkward.

His appearance and temperament are not inferior to Sima Jiao.

The same noble and detached, but he is a gentleman as light as a chrysanthemum, while Sima Jiao is domineering and natural.

Sima Jiao narrowed his eyes, this is the guy from Zhaixinglou.

The boy who does business with Huayang.

He didn't like this Xiao Yan, and he could feel that Xiao Yan also disliked him.

Is it because of Huayang?
This Xiao Yan also had plans for Hua Yang and failed.

"You're welcome, Young Master Xiao." He saluted back.

The same superficial smile.

Two top-notch handsome men stood together, and the light radiating from their bodies easily attracted the attention of many noble ladies.

"Everyone, please have fun, I will excuse you."

Xiao Yan is not used to being winked at by many women.

After greeting the crowd, he withdrew from the crowd.

"Sister, it's really cool and comfortable here. I didn't expect it to be so hot outside. There is such a place. It would be great if I could live here every day in summer."

Hua Yan chattered non-stop.

Hua Yang was thinking about the strange atmosphere between Sima Jiao and Xiao Yan.

"What are you thinking? Thinking about that Xiao Yan just now?"

Sima Jiao tilted his head, leaned closer to Hua Yang's ear, and asked in a gloomy voice.

Hua Yang raised his head, just in time to meet Sima Jiao's searching gaze:

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Huayang was emotionally insensitive, so he didn't notice that Sima Jiao was jealous at all.

She was afraid that Sima Jiao would go crazy and trouble Xiao Yan, so she explained:
"Young Master Xiao is a very nice person, don't make any wrong decisions."

"Oh? He is very nice. Do you just like him like that? He looks better than Li Dongyang."

Sima Jiao's voice became colder and colder.

Huayang is also angry, don't you know what kind of guy he likes?
She really wanted to find a gentle and elegant man to be her husband, but didn't she forcefully occupy her heart?

Feeling a little wronged, Hua Yang didn't continue talking to Sima Jiao.

Instead, she pulled Hua Yan to sit beside her.

A smug smile flashed across Hua Ling's eyes, who had been paying attention to the two of them.

Slowly moved to Sima Jiao's side.

"Everyone, there are more than a dozen desks here. Ladies and gentlemen who want to paint or write poems can come here by themselves."

The owner waved his folding fan and pointed to several gazebos at the foot of the mountain not far away.

There were indeed more than a dozen desks inside.

"Sister, shall we go there too?" Hua Yan asked softly.

Hua Yang shook her head. Originally, she didn't know how to write poetry or paint, and she tilted her head to look at Sima Jiao.

Seeing Hua Ling talking shyly next to Sima Jiao.

Sima Jiao didn't chase her away!

My heart is sore, and I am not in the mood to write poems or paintings.

She can still hear Hualing's voice,

"Your Highness, how about we go and see how they paint?"

"Well, that's fine too."

Hua Yang clenched the round fan in his hand, wishing he could follow and push Hua Ling away.

Then he pointed at Sima Jiao's nose and cursed.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing Hua Yan's voice, Hua Yang looked down at Hua Yan's questioning expression.

Only then did he realize that he had stood up.

"Nothing." Hua Yang sat down again.

Everything here is actually seen by Xiao Yan in the wooden house on the rockery.