Peerless Beauty: The woman is too cold and thin

Chapter 112 Miss Jiang Mansion (6)

But it doesn't mean that she will endure it all the time. If she makes trouble for her again and again like this, she won't be a soft persimmon for others.

"Trouble you? Do you know who we are? Talking to us is a blessing you cultivated in your previous life." Wei Yuwen didn't get angry, and his words became even more ugly, and he didn't intend to continue entanglement, so he said directly My own identity "Miss Jiang is in the dynasty..."

Before she finished speaking, Ya Ning interrupted directly, her voice was very soft, but it made Wei Yuwen half-dead in anger, "Could it be that you can't live without your identity?"

Wei Yuwen obviously didn't have a city mansion, so he was going to scold him directly when he was said so.

"Yuwen, we didn't come to quarrel." Han Haonan grabbed Wei Yuwen, his face was a little ugly.

Ever since Jiang Danxue asked Ya Ning's name, she has been silent, she has been looking at Ya Ning, and Ya Ning doesn't care, let her go and take a look, and she won't lose her skin.

After a while, Jiang Danxue turned around and walked away. Seeing that Jiang Danxue was about to leave, the three men behind her didn't care about Ya Ning, and followed behind Jiang Danxue.

Ya Ning looked at the three followers behind her amusedly, just when she thought Jiang Danxue was going to leave, unexpectedly she stopped under a plum tree not far from her.

At the beginning, Ya Ning was still puzzled, there was no place to sit, what to do there, and after a while, someone answered for Ya Ning...

The servant who had been far away immediately stepped forward and laid a large board on the snow, and then put thick cushions on it.

There are also people preparing a small tea stove, pen and ink, and Guqin...

Looking at them like this, Ya Ning couldn't help raising her eyebrows, these people...

On the other hand, I can't help but sigh, no matter where they are, the gap between the rich and the poor is really the same. On such a cold day, they are here to enjoy the scenery, dance and write. In unknown places, how many people hate this kind of weather just because they can't eat ...

"Ning'er, aren't you angry?" Liu Qin looked at Jiang Danxue and the others, and then looked at her daughter suspiciously.

Ya Ning turned her head and smiled at Liu Qin, "I'm not angry, what's there to be angry about?"

"But..." Even she was offended by the attitude of these people.

Looking at Liuqin, Ya Ning was still a little unwilling, smiled, and whispered in Liuqin's ear, "Don't you think they look like clowns?"

Liuqin was stunned for a moment when she heard her words, and then burst out laughing, yes, they came to find fault with themselves but got angry at themselves, they really looked like jumping clowns...

As soon as she finished speaking, Ya Ning felt a gaze staring at her back, but when she turned her head, she saw Jiang Danxue, who was still looking at her.

Ya Ning thought it was Jiang Danxue's gaze, so she stopped paying attention...

"Ning'er, what's the matter?" Liuqin followed Ya Ning's gaze, and her brows were tightly frowned. She didn't like that Jiang Danxue, she was a good girl, she didn't stay at home, but she was with her. The three men were fooling around outside, which made Liuqin most uncomfortable.

Ya Ning shook her head, "It's nothing, mother, how about I draw a portrait for you?"

Liu Qin looked at Ya Ning and blinked, "Ning'er, can you paint?"

Ya Ning was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed, "I just learned in the palace, so don't take it for me if I don't do well."

In her last life, she studied ancient times, and she was very comfortable with the brush, but in this life, it has been abandoned for a long time, and although it is a bit unfamiliar to use it again, she is familiar with it because she drew design drawings a few days ago.

(End of this chapter)