bullyxtreme Chapter 322: Whoever flirts first is cheap
Chapter 322: Whoever flirts first is cheap
Chapter 322 The one who provokes first is despicable
People inside the courtyard heard the commotion and came forward to watch. They saw Yang Jianwu stride out of the house.
Seeing that Yang Jianwu's expression was off, Songyin and Mujin followed closely behind without asking why.
Puyang Xuan came as a guard. He stayed outside the courtyard chatting with Hongyun. When he saw the three of them come out, he silently followed them. The group left the courtyard without looking back.
Because of his special status, Yao Lao couldn't chase after them. He exchanged glances with Mo Ye and instantly understood what was in each other's eyes.
Mo Ye followed Yang Jianwu alone, while Yao Lao went inside; Qing Dai would explain to him.
Knowing Yang Jianwu's temper, Jing Nan knew someone must have offended her, so he ran to Jing Zhi's side and said, "Brother, please keep an eye on her for me. I'll be right back."
Jing Zhi felt that the two maids following behind the girl were even more familiar, so he called out to Jing Nan to find out what was going on.
"Second brother, which young lady just went out?"
"Brother, please wait until I get back to talk about it."
Seeing Jing Nan's flustered expression, Jing Zhi didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on things here."
He thought to himself, Jing Nan seemed a little afraid of that young lady from earlier...
Also, the two maids following behind her seem to be the ones who came to the Yu'an Prince's Mansion to pick up Qingdai last time...
Back then, he was on friendly terms with the deputy hall master, but wait, the deputy hall master was clearly a man...
If that young lady was indeed the deputy hall master, why did she get angry at the baby's grandson's third-day celebration and defend the general's mansion in every word?
Never mind, I'll ask Jingnan when he gets back.
In the elegant room of Huashuiyuefang.
Yang Jianwu sat at the table in silence, while Puyang Xuan sat obediently beside her, simply keeping her company.
Songyin and Mujin were guarding the door at the time. Songyin was especially skilled in martial arts and had better eyesight than the average person.
Yang Jianwu and the others' previous conversation was unclear, but every word after the glass was smashed was crystal clear, and by combining the information, one could guess the cause and effect.
Mo Ye and Jing Nan followed Song Yin all the way and learned the general situation from her.
Jingnan went into business to help Moye increase military supplies. He always respected the soldiers and was also filled with righteous indignation.
"How dare they gossip about the General's Mansion?"
I really want to throw them into a military camp and give them a good workout in all four seasons...
Mo Ye, prioritizing the overall situation, said to Jing Nan, "Xiao Wu'er should be fine. You can go back first. The old doctor and the guests are all here."
“My brother is here.”
"It's for your child's third-day celebration..."
“My brother is the heir apparent, and his actions represent the Yu’an Prince’s Mansion. The mansion was humiliated yesterday, and today is the perfect opportunity to make amends.”
When Mo Ye's persuasion failed, he gave up and sat down on Yang Jianwu's other side. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Little Wu'er, if you smash the bottle, won't Elder Yao hold a grudge against you..."
Although Xiao Wu'er and Yao Lao are very familiar with each other, Qing Dai is now Yao Lao's daughter. If she makes such a scene at the grandson's third-day celebration, the host family will certainly be unhappy.
Yang Jianwu said nonchalantly, "Let's flirt with the slut first!"
Why do I always have to consider others' feelings? I've hardly ever seen anyone consider my feelings.
Mo Ye was speechless; it seemed to make sense.
Puyang Xuan waved his hand dismissively, "I won't hold a grudge."
It's impossible for Yao Lao to just cheer for Jian Wu and hold a grudge.
Mo Ye stroked his chin. "You seem very certain."
Puyang Xuan leaned close to Yang Jianwu's ear and asked, "Should we tell Mo Ye that you are the Vice Hall Master?"
Yang Jianwu gave Puyang Xuan a look as if he were an idiot, "Do you think he's stupid?"
He looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.
The three of them were sitting very close together, and Mo Ye, who wasn't hard of hearing, must have heard them.
Puyang Xuan chuckled twice, "Hehe... I was stupid."
Mo Ye suddenly realized, his expression a mixture of surprise and certainty, further confirming the prophecy.
Those who receive help will dominate the world; those who become enemies will perish in their families and nations.
Jing Nan groaned inwardly. He used to be a little afraid of Yang Jianwu, but now he couldn't afford to offend her at all.
She is not only the God of Wealth, but also a Great Buddha!
The supreme kind!
I have to hold on tight!
*
The old doctor stayed at the villa for a few days, and visitors almost wore down the threshold.
Many shrewd people noticed that the old apothecary and Prince Ning seemed to have a close relationship, so they thought about using Prince Ning's connections. Mo Ye was also extremely busy.
In reality, Mo Ye and Yao Lao were not close at all. The reason they pretended to be very friendly was simply because Yang Jianwu did not want to be exposed in front of others.
In the end, they refused to let anyone in, citing the reason that it would disturb Qingdai and the child's rest.
On this day, Yang Jianwu received Lu Qiao's visiting card, and they agreed to meet at Mingxiangzhai three days later.
"Mingxiangzhai? A place to drink tea?"
Mu Jin was quite familiar with the capital city and quickly taught Yang Jianwu some basics.
"Mingxiangzhai is a teahouse where young men and women from prominent families who love literature and calligraphy often gather to compete."
"Stop."
Yang Jianwu unconsciously imagined a scene from a novel: a group of persistent young ladies pestering the female protagonist to compete in poetry, only to be utterly defeated by five thousand years of culture...
"I don't have any grudges against Lu Qiao, do I?"
Mu Jin was present on both occasions when she met Lu Qiao, and upon reflection, it seems there was no estrangement between them.
"This servant guesses that Miss Lu comes from a very strict family and probably hasn't been to many places."
We agreed to meet at Mingxiangzhai simply because she frequented that place.
"I see..."
Yang Jianwu's eyes darted around. She had a good impression of Lu Qiao, and since Lu Qiao hadn't been to other places, she would show her around.
"Mujin, reply to Lu Qiao. I have an appointment with Prince Ning in three days. We will meet at Huashuiyuefang then."
"Have you made an appointment with His Highness?"
These past few days, Songyin has been running between the General's Mansion and the villa, taking care of her mistress's daily life on her own. She has not heard of any appointment with Prince Ning in three days.
"You're so stupid, you can go ask her out now."
"Yes, I'll go right away."
*
Three days later, Lu Qiao went to keep the appointment on time.
Yang Jianwu stayed at Huashuiyuefang the first day. Lu Qiao thought he had arrived early, but he didn't expect that Yang Jianwu had been there for quite some time.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Miss Yang."
Yang Jianwu led Lu Qiao to her seat, saying, "You're not late; we're all early."
Lu Qiao chuckled. Yang Jianwu was gentle and easygoing, much more relaxed than being friends with Li Leru.
"Yes, we're all early."
She then took the gift from the maid and presented it to Yang Jianwu, her every move elegant.
"Although it is said that a son should not speak ill of his father, my mother behaved very improperly at the baby's third-day celebration a few days ago, and I apologize to you on her behalf."
We have prepared a small gift; we hope Miss Yang will understand.
Yang Jianwu has always maintained that whoever makes a mistake should be punished.
"Miss Lu, the fault is not yours, there's no need for this."
"But she is, after all, my mother. When a mother makes a mistake, her daughter..."
Yang Jianwu interrupted the old, clichéd speech before the other person could finish.
"Life is already hard enough, so if you can blame others, don't blame yourself."
Lu Qiao stared blankly at Yang Jianwu, wondering what kind of logic that was.
Upon closer examination, it makes some sense.
"Miss Yang is really interesting."
Yang Jianwu poured Lu Qiao a cup of tea. "Stop calling me 'Miss' all the time. Just call me by my name, Jianwu."
"Alright, sword dance."