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Because the old lady was busy preparing for Nan Baorong's marriage, she had no time to control Nan Baoyi, and without warning she started getting close to Xiao Yi again.
It was night, Nan Baoyi secretly came to Chaowen Courtyard.
The Furong Pavilion is located near the water, surrounded by late hibiscus plants, which are reflected in the water, making it particularly lively and lively.
The lingering smell lifted the bamboo curtain of the pavilion and said with a smile: "Girl, please."
She stepped in and saw that the pavilion was furnished with food tables and futons, and glazed lamps hung at random heights on the sandalwood lamp stands, which was very elegant and unique.
The powerful minister has arrived and is kneeling on the futon, slowly making tea.
Shen Yichao knelt down and sat behind another dining table. He was still dressed in white and had a plain white ribbon tied at the end of his hair. His posture was haughty and noble.
She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, silently taking a seat behind Xiao Yi.
??????????????????????????But the atmosphere in the pavilion is like a tense situation, giving people a feeling of fighting, as if they will lose their lives if they are not careful.
It seems that following a powerful minister is also a risky investment!
She thought about it and nudged Xiao Yi again.
Shen Yichao said displeasedly: "Could it be that my cousin has really become a country man? Otherwise, how could he let me have dinner with such a vulgar woman?"
He has always looked down upon others, and Nan Baoyi wanted to crack his head open.
But he calls Xiao Yi "cousin", which means that the powerful minister knows his life experience.
But in his previous life, he never recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan.
She looked at Xiao Yi, who was cooking tea indifferently and did not answer Shen Yichao's question.
Shen Yichao said again: "It doesn't matter if I don't use this dinner, I would rather starve to death than eat at the same table with the untouchables. Xiao Yi, I just want to ask you, where has Yun Niang gone?"
The tea has been brewed.
Xiao Yi scooped up the tea soup and sniffed the fragrance leisurely.
Shen Yichao frowned slightly: "If you continue to ignore me like this, I will write to my aunt."
"Taste it?"
Xiao Yi picked up the small white jade lamp and brought it to Nan Baoyi's lips.
Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.
She is not good at tea tasting, but she only knows that this Dahongpao was cooked by Xiao Yi himself, and it seems to taste better than the ones made by the maids in the mansion.
Xiao Yi stroked her head and took off the cloak, covering her from head to toe. "You are not allowed to take it off without my permission."
Nan Baoyi didn't know what he was going to do, and nodded lightly as his heart beat like a drum.
Xiao Yi glanced outside the pavilion.
Shi Yan immediately came in with a tray, knelt down on one knee in front of Shen Yichao, and said with a respectful smile: "Mr. Shen, Yun Niang is here! The master said that the skin and bones of a beautiful woman cannot be let down, so he specially made a wine vessel. Please use it." .¡±
Nan Baoyi subconsciously tightened her hands.
By just using the word "wine vessel", she guessed Yun Niang's fate.
The methods of the powerful minister are so ruthless!
There was silence in the pavilion for a long time before Shen Yichao said coldly: "Ms. Yun is from my aunt."
Xiao Yi ate tea slowly, "So what?"
"You are so bold, I will write to my aunt to tell you!"
"I forgot to tell my cousin that all the guards you brought were captured by my people and put in the dungeon. There is no one available around you."
"You are so presumptuous!" Shen Yichao stood up suddenly.
Xiao Yi said again: "By the way, your money and valuables have been confiscated by me. If you want to go back to Chang'an to file a complaint, why not consider the money issue first?"
Furong Pavilion fell into silence again.
Shen Yichao walked out of the pavilion with a sullen face.
Before taking a few steps, Xiao Yi blew on the tea soup and said, "There will be no midnight snacks in Chaowenyuan tonight. If you don't eat this banquet and get hungry in the middle of the night, don't cry for father and mother, or accuse someone else."
"Xiao Yi, don't bully others too much!"
Xiao Yi smiled: "So what if I bully you?"
Shen Yichao's face was complicated.
When he was in Chang'an, he was a noble and elegant young master. Everyone protected and supported him. Because of his aunt's status, even the princes in the palace had to respectfully call him "Shen Xiaolangjun" when they saw him.
No one has ever dared to deny him face like Xiao Yi.
After all, people had to bow their heads under the eaves. He said coldly: "It's okay to let me have a meal, but I will never eat at the same table as a low-level ninth-grade untouchable. This woman must leave."
Yun Niang¡¯s head has been taken away.
When Xiao Yi took off his cloak, instead of chasing Nan Baoyi, he signaled the maid to serve the meal.
He personally placed the dishes and chopsticks for Nan Baoyi and said calmly: "If you want to eat, eat, if not, get out."
Shen Yichao is so angry!
He put his hands in his sleeves and sat down cross-legged in confusion, "Xiao Yi, you have a noble status, how can you serve the untouchables?"
Xiao Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Nan Baoyi couldn't help it anymore: "I don't know how my daughter offended Mr. Shen, and I want to be humiliated by you over and over again?"
Shen Yichao turned his face slightly: "I don't talk to untouchables."
"The little girl asked herself how she could become a pariah when she was born innocent?"
Shen Yichao said disdainfully: "People are born with different noble and low status. They can be divided into nine grades. You are a citizen of the small country of South Vietnam and you were born in Pengmen merchants. Although you have a good appearance, your background is there. If you want me to taste it, Definitely, you can only be rated as the eighth grade."
Nan Baoyi was very pleased, "The eighth grade is not bad."
Shen Yichao sneered: "From one to nine, the ninth grade is the worst, and the first grade is the best."
Nan Baoyi said sarcastically: "How about you take a closer look, I think I can get a few more grades."
Shen Yichao stretched out his hand from his sleeve and pointed at Xiao Yi: "He is of excellent background, has excellent appearance, and has excellent martial arts skills. It's a pity that he grew up in a rural area and can barely be rated as a third-class person."
He pointed to Yuwei again: "He is from a humble background, his appearance is fair, he is the seventh grade."
Nan Baoyi was very unconvinced: "Why am I one grade lower than Yuwei?"
"Because you are from South Vietnam and she is from Dayong."
More than two hundred years ago, Dayong once ruled the world.
Later, the princes were divided into separate regimes, among which Dayong, Western Wei, and Northern Zhou were the most powerful.
The people of Dayong are the most particular. They believe that they are the suzerain country and should be nobler than other countries. Therefore, they like to subdivide people and objects into three, six or nine grades, and they are naturally in the ninth grade.
Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi doubtfully.
I originally thought that the second brother was an abandoned baby picked up by his uncle from the battlefield, but it turned out that he was actually from Dayong
Shen Yichao pointed to the food table again: "Although the red sandalwood wood is valuable, the pattern is old, the fifth grade. The white jade tea cup is clear and moist, but the texture lacks artistic conception, the fourth grade. The cut is fresh, but the black bean and green onion sauce is ordinary. Let down the food in vain, the fifth product. Tea"
While he was still talking, Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi had already left the table.
The girl carried a lantern and walked along the waterside. "My second brother has a strange life experience. Can you tell me a little bit about it?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com