As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them looked at Wen Yu, but no one spoke.
Everyone cheered and said, "Great, great, this method is great!"
Someone else asked, "But like Miss Zhao, everyone can participate?"
Wen Yu waved the hydrangea in her hand: "Of course it depends on one's ability."
As she spoke, she walked to the middle of the crowd and looked up at the second floor: "Miss Zhao, do you have any opinions?"
Miss Zhao had no objection; she just didn't want to marry a woman.
The hydrangea was obviously meant for the three handsome and distinguished gentlemen. With her sharp eyesight, she would have made a profit by hitting any of them. However, she didn't expect it to fall at the feet of this young lady.
It's really fate that plays tricks on us.
Although she was wearing a mask, she could tell at a glance that this was a beauty who was no less beautiful than her.
Miss Zhao smiled slightly and said, "I think your method is very good."
"Since Miss Zhao also agreed."
Wen Yu snapped her fingers and said, "Someone, bring the table and chairs so that I can sit down and enjoy the show."
Everyone was confused when they saw this. Who was she talking to?
The next second, three handsome men, each with their own unique qualities, came in with an armchair and a side table from the building and placed them in front of the door. They also served a cup of tea and a plate of melon seeds.
Everyone: ...?
No, it’s not just that she’s good-looking, but she’s also so good at dealing with people?
It's really too much.
Someone murmured quietly, "You're already flattering before you even get the chance to win the hydrangea."
Only the passerby who was shocked by the "wives" of the three men at the beginning looked at the scene in front of him with a deep sense of honor and fame.
Isn’t this the fun between a young couple?
Although it seems unusual for one wife to have three husbands?
After all this time, he finally figured out what was going on.
Wen Yu looked around, the hydrangea still gently tossing in her hands, the red tassels on the ball swaying up and down with her movements, and the bells making very crisp tinkling sounds.
She raised the corners of her lips: "I'm going to start."
After saying that, he remembered something and added, "Don't tear the ball."
At this time, Lu Ren and Jiang Qi, who had been silent all this time, spoke at the same time: "Are you serious about what Madam just said?"
Lin Yuzhi narrowed his eyes and followed suit: "Madam, are you serious about what you just said?"
Ning Xuanyan, who was watching the fun, was also rubbing his fingertips, with an inexplicable curve at the corner of his mouth.
Yu Yi, who was guarding in the dark, was no exception and stared at Wen Yu quietly.
Everyone was startled by the three neat calls of "Madam".
What the hell?
Before they could figure out what was going on, Wen Yu closed her eyes and did not answer their questions. Instead, she muttered:
"Barala energy, Sara Sara, let's go!"
As she said this, she threw the hydrangea in her hand into the air.
Seeing this, everyone looked up eagerly, some of them caught off guard.
This is because ordinary hydrangeas are thrown from top to bottom in marriage proposals, but this is the first time I have seen one thrown from bottom to top.
Just as they were waiting for the hydrangea to fall before grabbing it, four figures flew out into the air and each of them grabbed a quarter of the hydrangea with extremely fast hands.
Lu Ren and the other two looked at Ning Xuanyan who appeared out of nowhere.
Jiang Qi frowned and took the lead in launching a whip-kick. Ning Xuanyan dodged it by spun around, his hands still tightly clinging to the hydrangea.
The four people holding the hydrangea all had a tacit understanding not to use too much force, otherwise the ball would be destroyed in the next second.
With this concern, and the fact that Lu Ren couldn't bring himself to hurt anyone, his advantage was greatly weakened.
Wen Yu was already sitting on the armchair at this time, eating melon seeds while watching them fight for her with great interest.
It feels so good!
People who have no sense of participation: ...
The four of them kept hitting each other's legs in the air, and landed at the same time holding the hydrangea. Their eyes were extremely sharp, but no one gave in to the other.
The onlookers were afraid of getting affected, so they all tacitly made way for a gap and started to applaud.
"good!"
“Well done!”
"Wonderful!"
Ning Xuanyan swept his palm towards Lin Yuzhi and sneered: "What does it have to do with you?"
Lin Yuzhi leaned back slightly and blocked it, saying, "Everyone can participate."
Ning Xuanyan sneered, grabbed the hydrangea and retreated quickly. The three people were afraid that the hydrangea would be damaged, so they had to be carried forward.
Lu Ren kicked Ning Xuanyan's wrist with a cold face. He frowned, retracted his hand, and seeing the hydrangea slipping out of his palm, he simply kicked the hydrangea with a strong wind.
"Then don't catch them all!"
Upon seeing this, the three immediately threw the ball into the air, otherwise the ball would have exploded.
"Wow!"
"Wonderful! So wonderful!"
“Who will win the ball?”
"Great! So great!" This one is from Wen Yu.
At this time, not far away, two men dressed as Hu people were walking on the street, and they seemed to be very interested in each stall.
"Boss, Shengjing City is really prosperous. It is simply incomparable to our Dinu. When will we be able to achieve the same as the Celestial Empire..."
"No matter how good it is, it's someone else's."
The man called the boss picked up the mask on the stall and spoke in standard Mandarin: "How much?"
The vendor who had just served Wen Yu smiled and said, "From what you just said and your appearance, you must be an envoy who came to celebrate Christmas, right?"
"yes."
The vendor smiled even more happily: "My mask is made of camphor trees. It is not easily damaged and has a delicate feel. It has undergone an extremely complex carving process, and then polished, colored, and painted. This is a specialty of our Great Sheng Dynasty!"
He stretched out his hand and said, "Since you are an envoy, I will only charge you twenty coins for this mask worth two taels of silver! How about that? Is that enough?"
The man stared at the mask and nodded: "Give me money."
"Boss, this is another twenty cents?"
As he spoke, he glared at the vendor and reluctantly took out twenty cents and handed it over.
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