bullyxtreme Chapter 314 I was wrong!
Chapter 314 I was wrong!
Chapter 314 I was wrong!
Yang Jianwu was watching a thrilling drama alone in her space, wearing headphones. The soft sofa gave her a great sense of security, and she was completely unaware of what was happening outside the courtyard. Even if she did know, she probably wouldn't care.
In front of me were the standard movie theater amenities: popcorn and cola. I entertained myself and had a great time.
I watched one mindless short drama after another until I was so sleepy that I fell asleep immediately.
Puyangxuan prepared the food early in the morning and then stood guard properly at the entrance of Xige Pavilion.
When the sun was high in the sky, Yang Jianwu slowly got up, closed her eyes, and sat on the soft couch, letting Mu Jin wash and put on makeup.
Mu Jin couldn't fathom Yang Jianwu's thoughts, but since she hadn't explicitly broken ties with her son-in-law, it meant that she still cared about him.
Or, how about we first try to improve the son-in-law's image?
"Miss, the young master prepared the food early this morning and is waiting outside the courtyard now. Would you like to see him?"
No one answered…
"Miss, last night the young master got into a fight with Songyin because he wanted to see you. The young master even injured his neck and bled a lot."
No one answered…
"Miss?"
Mu Jin tried calling out softly twice, but there was still no response. She brought her pretty face close to Yang Jianwu's, her eyes closed... If you listened carefully, you could hear faint snoring.
How tired does a person have to be to fall asleep sitting up?
Mu Jin silently untied Yang Jianwu's already styled hair bun, helped her lie down on the soft couch, covered her with a quilt, and then left.
Yang Jianwu's dreams were filled with melodramatic plots from short dramas, and her mind was buzzing in her half-asleep state.
On the day of the bride's wedding, the groom received a call from his first love, and abandoned his bride to go find her.
The real heiress of the Gu family returns, while the fake heiress is abandoned and marries a wealthy young master from the Beijing elite circle.
The legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's family was murdered by her half-sister and fiancé, but she is reborn and returns to seek revenge...
"What—what utter nonsense!"
My chest ached with anger.
Yang Jianwu sat on the soft couch with her head down, elbows resting on her knees, her fingers rubbing her throbbing forehead. She couldn't stay up all night again; she couldn't afford to.
Hearing the noise, Mu Jin knew that Yang Jianwu had woken up, so she brought in some food.
Rice porridge, side dishes, and a few plates of pastries.
"Miss, did you have insomnia last night?"
"Insomnia? Not at all."
I was just in a bad mood and got so engrossed in the show that I forgot the time.
Yang Jianwu scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge. "Did he make this?"
"Wow, Miss, you have such a keen sense of taste! You detected it right away."
Ha~ Where is the spirit?
Someone who cooks porridge will burn it eight out of ten times. That's an incredible probability.
"Is someone at the door?"
Mu Jin wanted to speak up for Pu Yangxuan, but dared not be too biased, so she simply gave a truthful account.
"Let him in."
"Order!"
Mu Jin led Pu Yangxuan to the main hall of Xi Ge, then stepped back and waited outside the door.
Puyang Xuan stood at the door, looking like a wronged wife, and refused to go in.
Yang Jianwu brushed the pastry crumbs off her hands.
"If you don't want to go in, then go back."
Puyang Xuan darted to the stool next to Yang Jianwu. No matter the reason, if his wife was unhappy, it was all his fault.
"Sword Dance, I was wrong!"
Yang Jianwu remained expressionless. "What did I do wrong?"
Puyang Xuan stammered, having no idea what he had done wrong...
I went back home that night and thought it through carefully. I didn't do anything special, except for a few words with Jingnan.
Could it be that this matter is what made Jianwu unhappy?
He glanced towards the door; Mu Jin was still standing there. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to admit his mistake now?
Mu Jin felt a gaze sweep over her. Oh, it was her son-in-law.
The door was thoughtfully closed, blocking out the outside world.
Puyang Xuan exclaimed, "You've got it right!"
He then began to reflect on his actions.
"I talked too much at the dinner table yesterday."
Yang Jianwu raised an eyebrow slightly. Oh my, this is unexpected.
Don't you think I'm petty?
Puyang Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had guessed correctly, which made things much easier.
"Of course not, you are the most magnanimous woman I have ever met!"
It's all my fault, I shouldn't have talked so much!
Yang Jianwu remained silent, lost in thought.
Seeing that the defenses were weakening, Puyang Xuan prepared to put in more effort and begin his performance.
She held Yang Jianwu's arms with both hands and placed them on her chest, resting her head sweetly on Yang Jianwu's shoulder.
"Sword Dance, no matter how angry you are in the future, don't keep it to yourself, it will damage your health."
You can tell me directly what I did wrong, and I will correct it immediately!
Yang Jianwu used her shoulder to push Puyang Xuan's head to the side, "Get off."
Puyang Xuan not only didn't leave, but instead hugged her even tighter.
"I do not!"
"You're too heavy."
"Then I'll be gentle."
……
Yuan Song had something to report when Song Yin happened to arrive at the door with her entourage.
In broad daylight, this young lady really dares to do that!
Songyin's pretty face turned bright red, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Yuan Song's lips almost curled up to the sky. Was this the kind of lewd talk he could hear for free?
Overjoyed, he believed they would soon have a young palace master!
"As for Songyin, I just remembered that I still have some things to take care of. I'll report back to the Palace Master later."
"Oh, okay."
Yuan Song walked back and saw that Song Yin was still standing in the same spot, with Mu Jin guarding the door.
Those two clueless girls shouldn't be allowed to ruin the Palace Master's plans.
"Songyin, I just ran into Liangyan at the entrance of the General's Mansion. She wants to see you and Mujin. Do you two want to go and check on her?"
Mu Jin and Song Yin exchanged a glance. Liang Yan's biggest connection with them was with her young lady and Qing Dai.
The young lady is inside; it certainly isn't about her.
That means something's wrong with Qingdai!
"Let's go and have a look!"
"it is good!"
Yuan Song watched the two figures leave in a hurry and secretly rejoiced, thinking to himself that he was indeed clever.
Little did they know that the more smug they were now, the worse they would get beaten up later.
Yang Jianwu felt that her hands were itching to touch things more often lately.
"Your subordinates have misunderstood."
"It's alright, Yuan Song won't talk nonsense."
"Get up, my shoulders are tired."
"Then I'll be gentle."
Yang Jianwu looked at Puyang Xuan's head helplessly.
He let out a long sigh, and the airflow lifted Puyang Xuan's bangs, fully revealing his forehead and nose.
and many more!
This outline...
And the gesture of hugging her arm...
These two people...
No way? !
"Ah Xuan, I remember you said that you were picked up by the old palace master, right?"
"Well, what happened?"
"It's nothing, I just wanted to learn more about your childhood."
Puyang Xuan recalled his childhood days, which consisted of reading, practicing martial arts, and completing missions everywhere.
Now that he has someone to accompany him for three meals a day, a simple and peaceful life seems to be what he is pursuing.
"Most of the assassins in the Shamen Sect are inflexible and rigid."
Yang Jianwu took a sip of tea. "So where were you found?"
"It is said to be located at the border of Anyang and Xipan."
Puyang Xuan seemed lost in memories, and before Yang Jianwu could ask any more questions, he began to ramble on and on.
"When the old palace master met me, many people around me had died."
He saw me sitting among the dead bodies, neither crying nor making a fuss, and said I was born to be an assassin.