Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 490: Things (3)

Next to the rockery in the garden, she saw a young man in a blue robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. He also stopped when he saw her, and the maid behind him saluted respectfully, "Third Young Master."

The other party looked over, his eyes were like the gentle ripples of the lake in spring, and his temperament was gentle and elegant.Her dark hair was tied up with a hairband, adding a bit of elegance to her face. Her facial features were soft, and her sharp jaw line and upturned eyes brought a bit of imperceptible aggression, but when she smiled, she was only gentle. .

Ruan Ruan looked at him and called, "Husband."

He seemed stunned, and the maid behind him also acted a little strange.

Before she could think of what went wrong, the maid stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "Madam, your husband is the eldest son. On the day of the ceremony, the eldest son was not in good health, so the third son took the place of worship."

Ruan Ruan glanced at him again.

The young man in blue robe called her, "Sister-in-law."

She heard her slightly dry voice, "The other brides..."

"Madam, they are also the wives of the young master."

Ruan Ruan couldn't see his current expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say next.My mind is filled with the copy of information given by the system. It clearly states that I agreed to the marriage after meeting with the Third Young Master, so is it a fraudulent marriage?And he also married seven brides at once...

When she came back to her senses, she heard him calling her, inviting her to go to the dining room with him.

Ruan Ruan agreed in a daze, walked side by side with him, exchanged names on the road, and exchanged a few meaningless words.

Maybe after delaying for a while, when they arrived at the dining room, everyone had already arrived. They had already taken their seats at the round table, which was a bit too large. There were still two empty seats.

Ruan Ruan and Song Muchi went in together. She looked at Master Song and Mrs. Song, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

They actually stood up and came over in person, with generous and friendly smiles on their faces, "It doesn't matter, we have just arrived a while ago. We are all a family, so there is no need to be so polite." They smiled and asked her to sit down in her seat. among the brides.Then he returned to the main seat, where Song Muchi had already taken his seat.The location is next to Mr. Song.

There was also a young man sitting next to Mrs. Song. He was keenly aware of her gaze and looked over coldly, meeting her gaze with thick darkness in his eyes.

She was nailed to the spot for a moment, frozen by his eyes. His eyes fell on her and he moved away for a long time before slowly relaxing his stiff body.

Mr. Song has already invited them to eat vegetables, "Don't be restrained at home. Everyone eats vegetables. If you like anything, you can tell me and I will have someone prepare it next time."

As he said that, he took the lead in picking up a dish with chopsticks.

People around the table all used their chopsticks to pick up dishes from the plates on the table. The dishes were exquisite and the aroma was alluring, but when they put it in their mouths, they tasted like rotten meat and bugs, sour and smelly, squeezed out between their teeth. Deteriorated rotten water and slurry.After they ate it, they still asked, "How does it taste?"

I couldn't vomit, so I had to swallow it hard.

The sound of chopsticks falling was so sudden that all eyes were directed there.

Ruan Ruan took a step slower because of the fright just now, and took the chopsticks to pick up a piece of young chrysanthemum stems in front of him. Fang left the plate and raised his hand slightly, and what he held between the tips of the chopsticks suddenly turned into two writhing maggots. The yellow ones are a little fat and long, and they are entangled together and trying to climb up the chopsticks.Lift up the densely packed feet underneath.

With a retching sound, he threw away the chopsticks and took back his hand, wiping his hands vigorously under the table, as if they had already crawled on him.He fought back the tears in his eyes, but his eyes were still a little red and his scalp was almost numb.

"What's the matter, don't you like to eat?"

The whole table looked at her.

　It’s a bit stuck, I’ll update it tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)