Daily Life of the Reborn Daughter

   Chapter 85

   When she was regretting, who knew that Miss Shen Er would come, this is not what God sent her the God of Wealth? Of course she won't miss it.

   Xiaojiazi pretends not to know himself and wants to save money? Well, that depends on whether you allow it or not.

Wu Ya walked towards Shen Liangwei confidently, with a three-point arrogant, polite and threatening smile in her elegance: "Second Miss Shen, I have a few important things I want to say to Second Miss Shen alone, Second Miss Shen. Please here."

   As if afraid that Shen Liangwei would refuse, she added: "If Second Miss Shen doesn't come, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

  Shen Liangwei: "."

   Shen Hongxun: "."

  Man: "."

The guy couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at Wu Ya, and his eyes rolled in his heart. He also listened to what they said just now, thinking that this is a girl from the house, and he took it like this, and he didn't know it. She is the favored and frivolous concubine aunt.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Hongxun's eyes turned cold, and he shouted in a deep voice: "You, a maid, dare to be so big in front of my sister, it seems that the family style of the tutor in your mansion is really not very good. Who are you in the mansion? Go? Is this how your master usually teaches you to talk to people?"

  Shen Hongxun scorned the lesson without being polite at all, he just decided that Wu Ya would never dare to speak of the Yong Palace in public.

  Since she didn't dare to say it, and she "doesn't know", it was natural that she could not despise Prince Yong's mansion.

  Wuya, as the favored maid by Xiao Jinghuai's side, has always been showy and arrogant, but today she was taught such a rude lesson, and she couldn't help feeling ashamed, angry and hated.

   If it was someone else, it would be fine, but it was Shen Liangwei's westerly wind, how could this be possible?

   She had already planned in her heart that she would sue Shen Liangwei in front of His Highness severely after returning to the mansion, and after she entered the door in the future, we would see how she would take care of her.

   "Second Miss Shen, this matter, this matter is related to Prince Yong's Mansion, Second Miss Shen better listen to it!" Wu Ya got an idea in her exasperation, but she brought Xiao Jinghuai out in such a vague manner.

   Wuya said that she was secretly proud of herself for being so clever and clever, and she came up with such a good way.

   Now, Miss Shen should remember who she is? Even if she still can't remember, she's not afraid that she won't listen to the matter related to Yong Wang's mansion.

   "Prince Yong's Mansion? You just said Prince Yong Mansion?" A man's clear voice came from behind, with a little surprise. Everyone didn't pay attention for a while, but someone came upstairs and looked at it subconsciously.

  I saw five entourages dressed in Tsing Yi and Zhou Zheng came along with a young man.

  The man wears a lake-colored robe with flying crane pattern, round neck and arrow sleeves, and a jade belt around his waist. He is tall and slender.

   He looked at the age of less than 20. His long and narrow eyes were bright as stars, his nose was high and his face was like a crown of jade, and his appearance was as handsome as dust. Such a calm walk, a leisurely attitude, and a noble aura.

   Shen Hongxun didn't know who this person was, and was stunned for a while.

   Shen Liangwei's brows twitched. Isn't this the King of War? How did he come back to Beijing? In the last life, he obviously did not return to Beijing at this time, and he had never seen him before marrying Xiao Jinghuai.

   In the last life, Shen Liangwei and the King of War didn't really have anything to do with each other, and they only met a few times in public.

   This person's life is also embarrassing.

   He is not the son of the present sage, but the son of the late emperor. The current emperor is the younger brother of the late emperor.

   Ask for tickets, please punch in, please collect, sisters

   (end of this chapter)