Chapter 72

As soon as he walked to the door, Mrs. Yan's voice came from behind him: "Yiwan, it's already morning, you're hungry, so stay here and have lunch with grandma, grandma has something good for you later!"

Yan Yiran's hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist, lowered her eyes, and walked out.

"My little ancestor, who messed with you again?"

Aunt Feng took the bracelet off her hand, put it on the plate, and waved her hand.

The maid immediately led the shopkeeper out with the tray and closed the door behind her.

"Didn't you go to the poetry competition today? Why? Didn't you get satisfactory results?"

Aunt Feng sighed softly in her heart, walked over to pour two cups of tea, found a seat and sat down.

"You don't have to care about this, it's just a scene, everyone is rushing to participate in this, just want to find a good family, you are already engaged to the Li family..."

"Mother, do you know who the leader is this time?" Yan Yiyu interrupted her impatiently, with a bad expression on her face.

Aunt Feng paused holding the tea gu's hand, a little surprised: "Who else could it be?"

She looked at her daughter carefully, and asked tentatively, "But Miss San?"

Yan Yiran was originally a talented woman in Nanping Town. Aunt Feng was not surprised that she won the top spot, but she couldn't see Li Yunlian's pride. She thought that Mr. Lu San was already a Jinshi, but Li Yuanxuan was a worthless person. He won the Juren, and there was no result in the two years of examination.

She put the tea gu on the table, feeling a little suffocated.

"It's Yan Yiwan."

Aunt Feng was taken aback, but she quickly realized that her expression changed drastically: "What did you say? The head of the poetry competition is Yan Yiwan?"

Yan Yiyu nodded unwillingly: "It's her, the third sister only got the third place, and the leader was picked by Yan Yiwan."

Aunt Feng stood up abruptly, with disbelief in her eyes: "She has only studied for two years, how can she be the leader of the poetry competition?"

Yan Yiyu didn't speak, but the resentment in her eyes betrayed her current emotions.

"I underestimated this girl!"

Aunt Feng gritted her teeth, thought of something, reached out and poked her daughter's forehead, hating iron for being weak: "You said that you were taught by the same teacher, how could Yan Yiran and Yan Yiwan have such skills, but only You can't read well?"

"If you can read good books, then you can also fight for the marriage of Mr. Lu!"

Yan Yiyu pursed her lips, feeling very dissatisfied: "The magistrate is willing to marry Dafang because the third sister is the daughter of Dafang. What am I? No matter how good the book is, how can a dignified official son read it?" Fuck me with a concubine?"

Aunt Feng was taken aback for a moment, she saw the resentment in her daughter's eyes, and when she came back to her senses, she felt guilty, and stretched out her hand to pull her daughter: "Yiyu, although you are not a prostitute, everyone in the second room knows that you are a serious lady." , your father also likes you more, except for this identity..."

"I don't want anything except this identity!" Yan Yiyu said excitedly, pushing her hand away.

Aunt Feng froze.

At this time, the servant girl came in from the outside: "Auntie, Mrs. Li and Mr. Li are here."

Yan Yiyu paused slightly, calmed down, and stood up.

Aunt Feng glanced at her, calmed down her emotions, and ordered: "Bring them in."

Yan Yiyu looked at the door, but after a while, two people walked in one after the other.

Her eyes fell on the man in the gray robe, and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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