Chapter 460 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (16)

Wen Xien didn't say anything or leave, and just stood there straight, his hands folded, and his white robe was like an outsider.

Fortunately, the maid came in with vegetarian dishes soon, which relieved the unpleasant atmosphere.

"Come here to sit, you have to walk, at least eat before leaving."

Wen Xien caught the jade chopsticks handed over by the maid.

But at the dinner table of the two people - one of them didn't eat it yet - there were three or four dishes and even wine. Wen Xien frowned this time, and then looked at Yue Ying.

Yue Ying felt the monk's gaze and ignored it. She only saw Wen Xien curling the corners of her lips when she refused to pour wine from the maid, mocking Wen Xien for not knowing the goods and not drinking good wine or eating good meat.

After a while, Wen Xien saw that there were still people serving the dishes, and he couldn't help but put down the chopsticks: "The food is enough, there is no need to serve again."

When Yue Ying thought about Wen Xien, she didn't say anything for a long time. But now she spoke for such a few dishes and frowned, both unhappy and disgusted.

He took the chopsticks and picked up the dishes and said irritably, "I just like it, please don't care."

Wen Xien asked lightly: "But you can't finish it, and the table can't be put down."

"I just think it looks good, are you finished?"

After looking at Yue Ying, she sighed helplessly, and did not raise any objections. Instead, she put down her chopsticks. She had a small appetite and hugged her after eating some.

Yue Ying was unhappy when eating: he was picking at the maid's salty food and asked to remake it; he threw the chopsticks and asked him to remake it; the servant was a little slower, and he scolded the other party angrily, and the servant's head was almost knocked to the ground, and he was still not over.

At this time, Wen Xien frowned slightly and blocked Yue Ying with his hands, then stood up and said to the maid and servant, "You go out first."

The servant looked at Wen Xien with gratitude and hurriedly left the private room, but Yue Ying kicked Wen Xien's stool and roared: "Do you just like meddling in other people's business so much?"

Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying in surprise for a while, but didn't understand why he lost his temper. He calmly walked to another stool and sat down facing Yue Ying.

"Did I let you sit?"

Yue Ying was even more angry when she heard the movement, and she grabbed the things on the table and got up, and Wen Xienguang threw them over.

Wen Xien didn't notice it for a moment, but all the half-cool brown liquid was poured on her snow-white cassock. The teacup was still not received after her busy efforts. It fell on the carpet with a complex pattern, making a dull sound.

In the huge and empty hall, Yue Ying's breathing with anger was like a sign of the beginning of the war.

Yue Ying stood there, furiously; while Wen Xien sat there and leaned over and picked up the teacup, placed it firmly on the table, frowned slightly, shook the water from her clothes, and then looked up at the other party, calmly.

──The calmness like a lake made Yue Ying gradually calm down.

This is often the case. If one person gets angry and the other gets angry, the scene will immediately become addictive; however, if the other's reaction is as plain as boiled water, there is no need to splash it, just watch the anger gradually drop.

What's more, this seemingly a series of slow and slow movements that seem to be a series of funny things. If you still make a big fuss, then what's the difference between being crazy?

Yue Ying's violently undulating chest gradually slowed down. After a while, she sat down face to face.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, but they didn't count it because Yue Ying was a blind man.

Wen Xien helped up the fallen stool, then moved the stool to Yue Ying, and there was a stool in the middle. He carefully arranged the bowls and chopsticks neatly, and stared at Yue Ying helplessly.

Asked: "What's wrong, so unhappy."

Yue Ying sneered, Leng Jun’s arrogant face was filled with a sense of hostility, and she said, “They are clumsy, I will scold her, what does it have to do with you.”

Yue Ying never needs a reason to lose his temper. He will lose his temper whenever he wants to lose his temper when he wants to, and he will endure it even if he can't.

"Didn't she do what you said?"

"So what?! You didn't see her walking like she was crawling!? I, a blind man, felt it!"

Yue Ying was angry. Wen Xien smiled slightly. Before he could say anything, Yue Ying became impatient. He got up and kicked the stool he had just helped, and shouted: "You stinky monk, you are talking nonsense there! Who are you, you talk for her! Ah?! You are so fucking old and ungrateful, you care about me, what does it mean to me! I think I'm scolding her?! It's your nonsense! I just think she's not happy and I'm scolding her! I'm not only scolding her! I'm going to kill her! What can you do to me!"

Wen Xien was shocked by Yue Ying's loud voice, and looked at the kicked stool in a daze, without any more movements or reactions for a while - he didn't even look at Yue Ying.

Yue Ying frowned even tighter, and she shouted at the door, "Come here!", and then the maid hurriedly pushed the door in fear and shouted again: "Die is it? You won't scream!"

Wen Xien stood up and grabbed Yue Ying's arm, and waved his other hand to the maid.

Yue Ying opened Wen Xien's hand hard and pointed at Wen Xien and warned: "I tell you, stinky monk, please stop meddling in other people's business! I won't punish her today, so you don't want to go out in full!"

Seeing that the maid was at a loss at the door, Wen Xien frowned and waved her hand again to let her go out.

The maid looked at Wen Xien nervously, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door in fear.

When Yue Ying heard the sound of closing the door, she smiled, turned her head and pushed Wen Xien hard, mocking: "Monk, do you also think that I, a blind man, can't do anything to you? You can do it!"

Wen Xien staggered and almost tripped by the chair behind her. She stood firmly on the table, her expression no longer as relaxed as before.

She stared at Yue Ying for a while, let out helplessly, then patted Yue Ying on the shoulder, pressed him on the seat, and let him sit down.

But Yue Ying opened Wen Xien's arm hard and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

Wen Xien raised his eyebrows, not daring to him anymore, and returned to his previous position and sat down.

Yue Ying stood with a gloomy face.

Wen Xien looked at him calmly, and seemed to be asking him whether he would sit or not.

Yue Ying stood for a long time, then suddenly waved all the tableware in front of her to the ground.

The crackling sound echoed in the palace. The boy's eyes were covered with white gauze, and the cloth was woven by stitches and threads. The fabric was silky and shiny, which could match the income of an ordinary family for a year.

Because of the violent movements, his clothes were messy and full of evil spirits.

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