The princess doesn't talk much

Chapter 83
Could it be that he really fell in love with her face?

He couldn't help but feel a little displeased, but it wasn't because he was sour and jealous, but because he felt that Shangguan Ning almost put the word "bad guy" on his face. With Ye Wuming's intelligence, he shouldn't be unable to see it.

But Ye Wuming still wants to keep her, what does this mean?The hero is sad about the beauty pass?
After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Master, why don't you keep Miss Shangguan, you see that Miss Shangguan has a beautiful face, delicate skin and tender flesh, it's not bad to keep it by your side as a vase to admire."

As soon as the unspoken words were finished, Zhu Xiaopang said in surprise: "Hey? Strange, didn't you say that you are a poor man? There are no calluses on your hands, and it is clear that you have never done rough work. You are really good at any kind of work." Can it be done? If we buy an ancestor for offering, then we will suffer a lot!"

After hearing Zhu Xiaopang's unintentional words, Shangguan Ning was so frightened that she subconsciously withdrew her hands.

Shangguan Ning explained: "I...Although my family is poor, my father treats me very well and doesn't want me to suffer, so he never lets me do rough and tiring work. I... woo woo woo... Dad..."

Shangguan Ning began to cry again as she spoke.

Without saying a word, she sneered: "Miss Shangguan is very well-bred, and I'm afraid she has a good handwriting. If you really want to sell yourself to bury your father, why don't you go to the street to write letters for others? Even if it's a penny for a letter, write a letter." A month or so is enough for your father to be buried. Why bother selling yourself on the street?"

Shangguan Ning was choked by the words, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I... I... I'm a girl, so how can I show my face on the street. This... This is against the rules."

"Oh? It's against the rules? It's against the rules to show your face when you're writing a letter for someone else. You didn't even see you covering your face when you sold your body to bury your father. Why isn't that considered showing your face?" The Shangguan, who was always mocking, aggressive, and straightforward, said nothing. Ning's face flushed red, but she was powerless to refute.

At the same time, Lu Banxian and Zhu Xiaopang also saw some clues.

Although this Shangguan Ning was crying miserably, and her background was pitiful, she was indeed good-looking, with delicate skin on her hands, and even though the clothes on her body were made of coarse cloth, they were intact, without half a patch. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a girl from a poor family.

Seeing the four of them in public, three of them cast doubtful looks at her, Shangguan Ning immediately knelt down and couldn't help herself.

Shangguan Ning pulled Ye Wuming's trousers, and cried, "Please don't abandon Ning'er, my lord. If Ning'er has no support, she will be bullied in every possible way. At that time, Ning'er will still have a dead end. Follow the young master, be an ox and a horse, work hard, beg the young master, beg the young master... beg..."

Before Shangguan Ning could finish her sentence, she burst into tears, and suddenly fainted.

"Miss Shangguan!" Ye Wuming knelt down and supported her.

"Miss Shangguan, wake up, wake up!" Ye Wuming called several times, but Shangguan Ning didn't respond, so Ye Wuming looked up at Yan Buzhi in desperation.

Without saying a word, he shrugged and said, "Why, do you think I bullied her?"

Ye Wuming pursed his lips, but did not respond.

Without saying a word, he chuckled, and said to Ye Wuming: "Master, if you want to bring Miss Shangguan, you can take it with you. It's more comfortable to have someone who knows the cold and hot by your side."

After saying nothing, he turned and left. Lu Banxian and Zhu Xiaopang followed up. Shangguan Ning was still unconscious, and Ye Wuming couldn't leave her behind. They had no choice but to pick her up and leave the woods together.

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　A life without comments is as lonely as snow.Is Ah Zhu on a single machine? (╥╯^╰╥)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)