I am fickle

The human skin clothes look good, but they have an ugly face when they are neatly dressed.Jiang Shengxian's reputation has always been rotten and stinky, and his beautiful clothes are all stained with blood. I never deny this, I am not a good person in the first place.But I hate the wicked and hurt the wicked, what qualifications do I have for being a mess?

Lazily flicking the dust on his sleeves, his eyes were full of jokes, and there was a hint of playfulness at the corners of his mouth.Uncovering the lid of the white jade tea, he took a sip, "How did this tea offend you?"

Chang'an was at a loss for a moment, he was annoyed by the tenderness just now, and sat weakly on the chair.Song Huainan looked at his sister's distraught look, and then at me who was still furious, "Patriarch, we are the ones who are rude, please forgive me."

I've already given you some of the thin noodles that should be sold, but you kindly greeted me but put your nose on your face. You are so educated, Qingqiu.

"The world laughs at me, Jiang Shengxian, for being unruly, but you, Qingqiu, have no manners." Yun Danfeng said these words lightly.

Song Huainan's face changed slightly, and he put down the patterned white jade porcelain cup heavily, the body of the cup quickly cracked a few cracks.I thought Song Huainan was so tolerant, but it seems that he is just a reckless villager, and there is no one who can take on important responsibilities when he comes to Qingqiu.

Looking at the three of them more and more amusedly, "The patriarch's words are serious, the three of us are rude and we apologize, why bother us Qingqiu?"

"Apologize? Then how do you want to make amends?" I sniffed the bunch of bright red plums on the table and waved it with one hand. The faint fragrance of the flowers was refreshing.

Song Huainan didn't know how to excuse himself for a while, and when he was in trouble, Song Huaifeng looked at me with disgust.After all, Princess Chang'an couldn't hold back her temper, and blurted out: "Jiang Shengxian, are you really going to get into trouble with us because of a maid?"

"Frozen? When will we not be stiff?"

"Jiang Shengxian, you...you can't let go of your prejudices..." Changan stood up excitedly, and Song Huaifeng at the side tugged her hard to push her down on the chair.

I looked at them who were in trouble with a half-smile, and then sipped the Fansheng tea on the table, "Then you dedicate the whole Qingqiu to me, hahaha..." The whole hall was filled with wanton laughter.

A burst of anger ignited in the eyes of the Song brothers, and they wanted to draw their swords. Changan looked at me with wide eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "Do you have to do this? I want to give it to you too, I really want to..."

"Pa", Song Huainan slapped Chang An's delicate face resoundingly, she covered her face with tears in her eyes.

"You are my son and daughter of Qingqiu, where did your arrogance go?" Song Huainan yelled at her, I watched their drama with interest.

Chang An looked at me wronged, as if he was mocking himself: "I am Qingqiu Ninth Princess, but if I fall in love with him, I will suffer from heartbreak, but I am still willing."

Song Huainan was completely enraged by Chang'an's words, he pushed Chang'an into Song Huaifeng's arms, angrily walked towards me, Yuan Xinyou pressed the long sword nervously behind me.

"Jiang Shengxian, Patriarch Jiang, can I trouble you not to play with my sister's feelings? If you don't like her, don't provoke her? I hope you will keep a distance from her in the future." Song Huainan said eloquently.

After all, it's all my fault, everyone in Qingqiu is really eloquent.I stared at him coldly, and slowly said for a long time: "I can't control her hands and feet, and I never refuse people who come to my arms."