This...is simply eye-catching and inauspicious.

The people standing at the door were stunned for a moment, especially Bei Mingying, whose faces flushed, and the astonishment in her eyes turned to anger.

"You...you..."

Before she could curse, Wen Yao's joking voice came from behind her: "It turns out that the eldest lady of the Beiming family likes to watch such things, and her taste is really heavy."

Bei Mingying's face was really bad. After hearing Wen Yao's voice, she suddenly turned around and saw Mo Dongliu and Wen Yao walking out of another room one after another. She was... being tricked

Now?

Bei Mingying shouted to the man and woman inside: "Get out of Bei Ming City, if you see you again, tie you outside and parade in the streets!"

The fat man looked scared and took his woman to put on his clothes and rolled and crawled away. They were just staying in a store, so who would offend anyone!

Bei Mingying's cheeks were hot, and she wanted to wash her eyes well. When she saw Wen Yao's smug smile, she became even more angry.

"Where is the shopkeeper?"

The middle-aged man was brought over and the shopkeeper shivered: "Miss, this... I don't know either!"

Wen Yao smiled and said, "He didn't know. Yesterday I thought that there was too noisy there, so I changed the room specially. I didn't know what the young lady had like to trespass into other people's rooms so early."

Bei Mingying's eyes were pounding, but she couldn't refute Wen Yao's words. When she thought of the scene she saw just now, she felt a little disgusted and wanted to vomit.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows: "Prevent problems before they happen."

Bei Mingying's hand hanging beside her tightened slightly, and raised her hand so angry that she was about to hit Wen Yao's face, but before she could touch Wen Yao's corner of her clothes, a cold light rushed towards her.

The silver thread with sharp murderous intent came to his eyes in the blink of an eye. Bei Mingying was startled and quickly took a step back.

"Miss!"

Of course, the guards behind him could not let Mo Dongliu hurt Bei Mingying, and rushed up one by one to block her.

These people are really strong in unity.

Bei Mingying glared at Wen Yao fiercely, thought about the emergency and said to Mo Dongliu: "Father asked me to take you back, will you go?"

Tomorrow is the day when the Beiming family is happy. According to the reputation of the Beiming family in the entire Beiming City, it will inevitably be celebrated.

Originally, Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu planned to sneak in while there were too many people, but they never expected that someone would greet them in advance.

In this way, since they entered the city, someone has stared at them and seen through their disguise.

Mo Dongliu had a cold face: "He asked you to come?"

Bei Mingying smiled: "You should be very honored!"

Mo Dongliu interrupted her: "You are so qualified."

Being so coldly demeaned by Mo Dongliu, Bei Mingying's face was ashen: "You can't get over it yourself, don't say that I haven't come to you, let's go!"

Bei Mingying turned around and left. Several subordinates surrounded her and left. After leaving the inn gate, a subordinate whispered: "Miss, didn't the head of the family tell you that you had to take someone over?"

Bei Mingying said: "It was because he didn't obey the orders. When my father came to invite him in person, he wouldn't be as polite as me."

She had a good idea and asked someone to report to the head of the family. Although she did not see the expression of the head of the family, when she thought of the words she had sent, Bei Mingying was ready to appreciate Mo Dongliu's regretful expression.

However, after a while, someone came outside to report: "Miss, the head of the family went out in person and said he wanted to bring the person back."

"personally?"

The subordinate did not dare to respond, so Bei Mingying ran out of the room quickly. At the gate, a carriage slowly approached, and several figures appeared in the tall gate of Bei Ming Mansion.

Mo Dongliu and Wen Yao have arrived.

The two stood in front of the door and looked at it for a while. The Beiming Palace was really big, comparable to the Northern Song Dynasty Palace. It had a front hall and back yard, surrounded by mountains and rivers, occupying half a long street. The place was not crowded here, quiet and elegant, and it was a wonderful place.

A place with wonderful Feng Shui.

Bei Minglie stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face. His facial features were handsome, and even though he was old, he would not lose his style.

"Did you get used to staying last night? Why didn't you come to Beiming Mansion early? After all, this is my own home, so it's more comfortable to live there."

His voice was calm and cold, but he hid his vague majesty.

What this person shows is a gentleman. If he hadn't heard the Empress Shufei say that this person has a lot of bad deeds, he would have been deceived by his appearance.

He is well-known and the head of the first family. This person is enough to attract people's hearts by these two seemingly noble identities.

As for Mo Dongliu and Wen Yao coming here, they also took advantage of his steps to make it easier for them to do tomorrow.

Mo Dongliu interrupted him: "This is not home."

Seeing Mo Dongliu refute his words, Bei Minglie was not angry, and he had the demeanor of his own master.

"You haven't returned for many years, and I guess you are not very used to it. After waiting for a long time, you will know that it is better to be at home."

Mo Dongliu was too lazy to argue on this and ignored his words.

After a while, ten young and beautiful maids walked out of the room. The light green long skirts were greeted by Wen Yao and Mo Dong together, and the few of them spoke in unison: "Greetings to Mr.

The head of the family, the young lady.”

Wen Yao originally thought that he was so hostile to Bei Mingying and even robbed such an important position. When he came to Bei Ming's family, he would inevitably be excluded. Who would have thought that Bei Minglie didn't care at all after he knew her identity.

.

No, it may also be because in the eyes of this man, the identity of a woman doesn’t matter at all. As long as Mo Dongliu likes her, she can do so even if there are many.

And she, Wen Yao, is just one of them.

The woman in the lead raised her head and smiled: "The two have already been cleaned up, please come with me."

Mo Dongliu stared at Bei Minglie's face: "Where is my mother?"

Bei Minglie smiled and said, "Anyway, I will see you tomorrow, so why bother to hurry up and for a while?"

His expression has not changed, his face is as kind as ever, but the oppression and chill that seeps out of his bones makes people feel creepy.

Wen Yao vaguely felt that this person was not as simple as it seemed, and could be described as unfathomable, and their thoughts were even more clearly guessed by the other party.

Is this the head of the first family?

The rumors are always different from meeting each other, but there is still some basis. Wen Yao responded with Bei Minglie very carefully, and would not speak if he could.

But if she doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that Bei Minglie won't ask.

His phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Mo Dongliuo narrowed: "Girl, your name is Wen Yao?"

Wen Yao nodded.

"I know you almost turned the Northern Song Dynasty upside down at such a young age. My mother is a princess of Xixia and has a noble status."

Wen Yao smiled: "The head of the family has been too rewarded."

He dug out all her past in a few words, obviously after a long investigation, and even had a very comprehensive understanding of her.

"I successfully became the Empress of Xixia not long ago, holding the world-famous Thunder Army in my hand. It can be said that I am the real person behind the scenes of the Northern Song Dynasty and Xixia today."

After hearing this, Wen Yao's smile on his face calmed down.

His investigation was really comprehensive. It was so far away, but it didn't affect the other party's receipt of the news.

"The head of the Beiming family means..."

Bei Minglie smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, what I want to say is that I am very satisfied with your daughter-in-law. With you by my side in the future, it will be of great help to Dongliu, no worse than the identity of that Princess Tianheng

How many."

Not much, it's still bad.

Wen Yao frowned slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Mo Dongliu interrupt him: "What kind of identity is Yao'er, why should you point fingers at her?"

This question was given to Bei Minglie, but the other party was already used to Mo Dongliu's attitude and turned a deaf ear. He asked someone to bring a token in Wen Yao's hand: "This thing represents the identity of the Bei Ming family."

The symbol of the Beiming family will protect you after you take it."

Wen Yao looked at Mo Dongliu with a side look, but refused the token.

"Please take back this item, I don't need it."

"What, don't you, a girl, like Dongliu?"

Wen Yao looked up and his voice was neither humble nor arrogant: "I marry him, not his family."

A dark light flashed through Mo Dongliu's pupils. Of course, he understood what the token had to do. People from the Beiming family would be respected no matter where they were.

If she had this token, the Wen family would not dare to contradict her even if they didn't say a word. However, Wen Yao refused Bei Minglie's invitation without hesitation.

It's to prevent him from being embarrassed.

Mo Dongliu thoughts in an instant, and the smile between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Sure enough, his Yao'er always cares about him the most.

"Okay, backbone."

Bei Minglie took the token back: "Since you don't want to, the head of the family cannot force it, but you don't regret it in the future. The next time this token will not be so easy to get."

His voice was steady, his face still smiled, and the old face, which was old but without any wrinkles, had an incomprehensible feeling of being unseen.
To be continued...