Is this for her to hear? But why should I tell her this?
Xiao Nanhui's patience was exhausted and he felt it was ridiculous. Looking at the two of them going back and forth, the boredom in his heart was about to burst out of his throat.
She has been with me for so long anyway, it seems like it's time to say goodbye.
"I heard General Zuo mention the Guangyao Camp earlier. Some details have yet to be finalized, so I'll go wait in the front hall and not bother you any more."
She deliberately said this quickly, making it clear that it was just an excuse and she didn't want to give the other party any chance to make further advances.
However, Mrs. Bo suddenly lost her composure at this moment and spoke without waiting for her to take a step back.
"Wait." The other person's voice was still soft, and his eyes were crooked. "I noticed you when I saw you at the Yan Mansion before. Now that we meet again today, as an elder, I will help you arrange things for you. Qinghuai Hou is from a distinguished family, but the mansion has become a little quiet in recent years. As a girl, I'm afraid it would be inconvenient for you. You should get married as soon as possible. I can be considered an acquaintance of many talented people in Quecheng. When you come to the mansion to find me, I will recommend you a few things. If you think there is anyone who is suitable, I will ask someone to prepare a marriage certificate and do some divination."
This guy really wouldn't let her go.
Previously, they had fabricated stories about her dying and having bad luck, and now, the matchmaker had taken over and was determined to find her a match. What was she planning?
She didn't believe that the man in front of her had the same good intentions as Du Juan. How could a man who regarded General Fei Lian as a reckless woman look down on her background from the bottom of his heart?
Seeing that Xiao Nan didn't respond, Wanwan immediately and cleverly put on a golden statue for her good aunt.
"Madam is so kind that she doesn't mind taking up these trivial matters and is willing to take care of them herself. These young people are truly blessed."
Anyone who wants to take advantage of this blessing can do so. She couldn't handle it anyway.
The smell of rouge and pollen seemed even more pungent, so Xiao Nanhui tried to keep his tone light.
"Thank you for your kindness, madam. However, I come from a military background, have a straightforward personality, and am used to doing things in a crude way. I'm afraid there won't be any talented people willing to spend the rest of their lives with me, and I wouldn't want to cause trouble for them."
"What are you talking about?" Wanwan covered her mouth with a chuckle, her words filled with a kind of feigned intimacy and rebuke, "What woman wouldn't marry? Even if there's no man she likes, she can still find a suitable match. You can't wait until you're middle-aged and still alone. By then, no respectable man would be willing to propose marriage..."
With a "pop" sound.
Something flew over everyone's heads, followed a parabolic trajectory, and landed squarely on Wanwan's prominent chest, interrupting her endless conversation.
She slowly lowered her gaze and saw a peach pit, slightly stained with saliva, firmly stuck to her extremely precious snow satin material, slowly spreading out into a pink stain.
The smile on the woman's face gradually froze, and even with all five fingers spread out, she couldn't hide the twitching of the corners of her mouth.
"Big, bold..."
"If she says she doesn't want to get married, then she won't marry."
A short and sturdy figure rose and fell and stood in front of Xiao Nan. There was still a line of undried peach juice on his big full-moon face.
With his hands on his hips, Shrike scanned the entire room, his breath sinking into his dantian, and he actually looked like a teaching nanny in the palace.
"She's not a girl from Wangchen Tower. Can't she live without a man?"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Looking at the vulgar behavior and lewd words, I'm afraid that everyone present here hasn't seen such a scene for more than ten years.
"You daring, slut!" Wanwan finally managed to speak coherently. Her cherry-like mouth, which had been slightly pursed until now, now opened wide as a basin. "Where did this wild quail come from! You slut! How dare you speak so arrogantly in the palace? Don't you even consider the occasion? How dare a stinky girl like you, who's not even as tall as a stove, stand here and talk to me?!"
Just from hearing this last sentence, Xiao Nanhui knew that something bad was going to happen.
Why do you have to say something else when you can say that people are short?
Xiao Nanhui only felt a big head slowly rising in front of him. The round bun on the head, which was originally combed smoothly, now had a few hairs sticking out due to anger.
"Whether you deserve it or not, only your fists can decide!"
Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past the beauties and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the red gauze.
Wanwan may have seen many dwarfs, but she had never seen such a ferocious-looking dwarf. She was so scared that her legs went weak, her eyes closed, and she fell to the ground.
However, the expected blow to the face did not come. She opened her eyes tremblingly, only to see a thick, strong, lotus-like forearm across her head.
The Shrike's palm didn't hit her face directly, but it met her hair bun on top of her head. His palm was still half an inch away from the air, but the palm wind had already burst out fiercely.
Poor Wanwan felt her scalp tighten and her head feel cold. The bun that was as high as half a couplet collapsed with a loud bang. Flowers, wigs, and pearls were scattered with the collapse of the hair. The golden hairpin given by the emperor that she was most proud of flew out with a "whoosh", scaring the surrounding women to scream and fall down.
Seeing the chaos on the flower stand, Xiao Nanhui was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
At this moment, a voice sounded dozens of steps behind her.
"lady."
Then, in just a moment, the voice sounded again, one step behind her.
"Your hairpin fell off."
Xiao Nanhui's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.
Who could move dozens of steps in an instant, and she, a martial artist, was completely unaware of it?
She must have seen a ghost.
Xiao Nanhui slowly turned around, but the owner of the voice had already passed by her and moved forward.
She only caught a glimpse of an old hand holding a golden hairpin.
Then a brown hem of clothing floated by silently.
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