On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 219 Make a clay figurine
Seeing that their sons did not have to enter the fire pit, all the ladies happily began to flatter him.

You said every word to me, and Ye Zhiyu was so praised that he was in high spirits.

She finally won this battle, and won beautifully.

What is this called?Fighting without bloodshed!
He did not offend anyone, and also eliminated Wen Baoshu's targeting.

After all, who would suspect that a person who was so deeply attached to his late husband would fall in love with someone else?

Before leaving, Wen Baoshu even gave her a lot of gold and silver jewelry.It means that I really didn't think carefully about choosing a husband this time, and I just hope that I can make up for it in other aspects.

Ye Zhiyu politely declined, saying that he couldn't accept it.

Wen Baoshu was a sincere person, and she held Ye Zhiyu's hand, with the intention of not letting her leave until she took it.

"Today I was really offended. I made you cry in front of outsiders and cut open your wounds for everyone to see...I really feel sorry for you."

Wen Baoshu's self-identification has unknowingly changed from "this princess" to "me".

This is a kind of recognition for Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu shook his head, "This is nothing."

"Forget it." With a serious look on her face, Wen Baoshu asked the servant to deliver things to Ye Zhiyu's carriage like a stream of water. She also personally sent her out of the house, giving many instructions along the way.

This gave Ye Zhiyu the illusion that the two of them were really close friends.

How else to say that Wen Baoshu is ignorant of worldly affairs?Emotions of love or disgust change so quickly that people are not on guard.

Ye Zhiyu felt a small sense of guilt in his heart.

As he crossed the threshold, Ye Zhiyu's attention was attracted by a belated young lady.

The banquet was almost over before this young lady came.

The woman was dressed in green, and her dignified appearance exuded an indescribable sense of seductiveness. Her black hair was hanging down, tied only with a green hairband, and the green color of the woman's skin revealed a faint charm. White, truly beautiful, with phoenix eyes that capture the soul and captivate the mind, and lips that are like cherry blossoms, attracting endless reverie.

However, there was a black energy lingering on her body that could not be dissipated.

It seems that he is also possessed by evil things.

Just when Ye Zhiyu was about to call out to the other party, he turned around and saw that there was no trace of the other party.

"what happened?"

Beside her, Wen Baoshu noticed something strange about Ye Zhiyu and asked.

Ye Zhiyu paused and shook his head.

It's not easy to attract attention at this time.

If that family member is interested, they will find him.

If the family didn't find out...then she couldn't force anything.

Everyone has his own destiny.

"Nothing." Ye Zhiyu shook her head and let Wen Baoshu take her to the carriage.

Wen Baoshu couldn't help but give some advice, and before leaving, she touched the heads of the two little dumplings, and as if by magic, she took out two frosting candies from nowhere and handed them one to each of the dumplings.

"Don't cry. Even without your father, your mother has raised you very well, hasn't she? I see that your food, clothing and behavior are not much worse than those children from rich families. You will definitely do a lot in the future."

Xiaotuanzi cried so hard that he couldn't hold it back and was still sobbing.

As he peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, he couldn't help crying and burping.

Wen Baoshu, probably inspired by her motherly nature, lovingly wiped the tears from the corners of Xiao Fengtuan's eyes.

When what happened at the banquet reached Feng Wuming's ears, even though he was as calm as he was, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Is this what Wang Xiaoe said he had his own way?

Wearing a set of mourning clothes and going to someone else's banquet to cry for her deceased husband.It's also a shame that Wen Baoshu is a heartless person. Anyone else would have thought that Wang Xiao'e was looking for bad luck.

Just like her behavior.

No matter how impossible something seems, she always seems to find a way out of the conventional path.

It's really special.

On the other side, Ye Zhiyu returned home contentedly with a lot of gifts.

Halfway through the journey, Xiaofeng Tuan took a fancy to the clay figures hawking on the roadside.

"Mother, mother, I also want a clay figurine, just follow the clay figurine I made!"

Xiaofeng Tuan pointed to the stall outside, his eyes bright.

It was rare to see Xiao Feng Tuan be so interested in something. Ye Zhiyu didn't want to spoil her interest and immediately asked the driver to stop the car.

Ye Zhiyu led two little dumplings one to the left and the other to get out of the carriage.

Xiaofeng Tuan jumped all the way to the clay figurine stall. Looking at the lifelike clay figurines, he was dazzled and couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow--!"

The hawker was also a good person. When he saw Xiaofeng Tuan was so interested, he greeted Ye Zhiyu behind him: "Madam, why don't you get one for the young lady? You can make one similar to the young lady's appearance, just It costs ten cents.”

Xiaofeng Tuan turned around and looked at Ye Zhiyu with a hopeful expression.

Ye Zhiyu couldn't bear to let her down, so he took out a broken piece of silver and placed it in front of the stall.

"Make one for each of them."

Xiaojiu tugged on Ye Zhiyu's sleeve and said, "Make one for mother, too."

Xiao Feng Tuan shouted: "Why don't you make one for Uncle Leng Lian? He took us to play with fireworks last time, so let's repay him with a clay figurine that looks like him!"

Ye Zhiyu said helplessly, "I'm afraid Feng Wuming won't like the food at this roadside stall. Besides, if others haven't come here, how can they copy it?"

As soon as Ye Zhiyu finished speaking, the vendor said with a smile: "Madam, please don't worry, I have been making clay figurines for decades. You don't need to see the real person, just tell me the characteristics of the person, and I can make a portrait of him." Eight points.”

"Seriously?" Ye Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, a little distrustful, but after hearing what the vendor said, he also became interested.

"Seriously!" the vendor vowed and patted his chest.

Ye Zhiyu finally relented, since the money he was given was still enough.

"In that case, you make three clay figures according to the three of us, and I will tell you about the other one."

"Okay!" The vendor got the business, so he worked hard and immediately started shaping and carving.

It looks like a big project.

"Aren't we going to have to wait until dark?" Xiao Jiu looked worried.

It's not that he was overly concerned, but in fact, from the beginning of shaping to the formation of a clay figurine, it probably took less than an hour.

Four clay figurines means four hours, and I'm afraid it will be late at night before we go back.

The hawker said cheerfully: "After all, slow work will produce careful work. If you finish it carelessly, I'm afraid the young master won't like it, right?"

The man didn't refute, I'm afraid it would take almost that much time.

"However, you can also draw the character you want to shape. I will shape it and send it to Madam's house."

Ye Zhiyu nodded when he heard this. This was a good method.

He took the banknotes from the vendor and started drawing on the stall.

From the quirky Xiao Feng Tuan to the young and mature Xiao Jiu, and finally to herself, Ye Zhiyu writes quickly, but her finishing is very steady, without any bias.

(End of this chapter)