Ye Siming doesn't seem to remember her anymore.

Glancing at her with cold eyes, he turned his head to listen to Jiang Xiaoran's words.

Feng Zhiyu almost mustered up his courage and walked into the pavilion.

In front of six or seven young masters, she said, "My sons, could you please retreat for a while, I want to apologize to Lord Hou alone."

The boys who were talking were all startled.

They looked at each other, Jiang Xiaoran hesitated and stood up to leave.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, with impatience and coldness in his eyes.

He held Jiang Xiaoran down and asked everyone to sit down again.

Ye Siming's voice was cold: "If you have something to say, say it directly, or don't speak."

Feng Zhiyu was a little embarrassed.

It's really ashamed to ask her to apologize in front of so many young masters.

However, she didn't want Ye Siming to hate her either.

Feng Zhiyu took a deep breath before lowering his head and said, "Last time, my words offended and made the Hou Ye unhappy. After I went back, I thought about it and realized I was wrong."

Ye Siming frowned slightly: "I don't remember who you are and what you said. It's just that you can still stand here alive. I think you haven't made me completely angry. After you finish speaking, you can leave."

Feng Zhiyu refused to leave, bit his lip and said, "I'm sorry, it's really not right for me to say that before, I'm just a little anxious for Lord Hou."

"I..." She wanted to say that she was distressed, but she was afraid that Ye Siming would be angry, so she lowered her dark eyes: "I said too much, I am no longer qualified."

Hearing her confused words, even Jiang Xiaoran couldn't help frowning.

What is she talking about?

Jiang Xiaoran immediately stood up: "The words are finished, let's go over there and play pot throwing."

Just at this moment, Wan Yin, who was beside Qiao Guifei, came with a pot of good wine.

Wanyin said with a smile: "The noble concubine heard that the prince was here, and asked the servants to bring it. This is the wine brewed by our lady, and the prince and the young masters must try it."

The sons hurriedly laughed and said, "Thanks to the marquis, I can get it all today, and I can also taste the good wine from the concubine's mother's family."

Wanyin put the wine jug in the pavilion, she was about to retire, but with a glance out of the corner, she saw Feng Zhiyu standing beside him, bowing his head.

Just looking at it for a moment, Wanyin quickly retracted her gaze, and she smiled: "The things have been delivered, the slaves will retire first, and the Hou Ye and the young masters are having a good time."

Wan Yin resigned, but did not leave quickly.

Feng Zhiyu also waited for her to go out before saying: "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, maybe what I said was too direct, which made the Hou Ye unhappy, but I also wanted to be good for the Hou Ye and the princess, since I made the Hou Ye angry , I won't say it any more."

"Master Hou, can you forgive me?" She raised her eyes Yingying.

When Wan Yin heard this, she frowned and looked back at Feng Zhiyu.

Ye Siming didn't understand what she was saying at all.

He was most bothered by such twists and turns.

Ye Siming's temperament is cold: "I don't understand, just get out."

Feng Zhiyu didn't expect him to say that.

It felt like a slap in the face, still in front of so many sons!

Feng Zhiyu was stunned, her face flushed red, she hesitated, feeling embarrassed and embarrassed!

He couldn't care less, tears flashed, he turned around and walked away quickly.

Jiang Xiaoran asked, "Si Ming, do you know her?"

Ye Siming frowned, "I don't know him at all."

Wan Yin looked at Feng Zhiyu's figure walking away quickly.

She pondered for a while, and after a while, Wanyin returned directly to Concubine Qiao and informed her of the matter.