The personal sycophant of the villainous empress

"Mother, forget it." Su Xuezhu frowned and stopped Su's mother.

"Huh." Mother Su stopped.

Hearing Su Xuezhu speak for him, Ling Chen felt that the slap on his face was no longer so shameful.

Sure enough, Xuezhu has me in her heart.

My efforts these days have not been in vain!

In fact, Su Xuezhu didn't sympathize with Ling Chen, but felt that they were losing face by doing this in public.

Su Mengyao didn't pay attention to the farce caused by several people.

She is still imagining the next encounter between herself and Su An, under the moon or in front of flowers. The feelings of girls are always poetry, and their love is sometimes as simple as it comes.

But sometimes, girls can easily attract jackals.

"This young lady, is there something on your mind?"

A young man in rich clothes walked over at some point and stared at Su Mengyao with burning eyes.

"I am Qin Ming, my father is Qin Chang, the young minister of Taipu Temple."

The young man looked polite and well-dressed.

But there was an evil look in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"No." Su Mengyao waved her hand, not wanting to talk to this person.

"Then Miss Su, would you like to have a drink with me?" Tan Ming said reluctantly.

"Sorry, I don't want to drink now." Su Mengyao still refused.

"That means you don't give me face."

Tan Ming's tone contained a bit of threat.

As the second son of Taipusi Shaoqing, he was a true playboy. Because he was inferior to his elder brother in everything and had poor talent, he could not catch up with his elder brother no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he simply gave up and started his own playboy life.

Compared to those shrewd young ladies, he prefers this kind of girls who are ignorant of the world. He coerces and lures them, plays with them, and then abandons them cruelly. Looking at their painful expressions, that feeling...

It is simply ten thousand times more comfortable than when you are about to plummet.

As for Uncle Yongwei, hehe, how dare an uncle who has fallen to the extreme do anything to him.

"I……"

"Mr. Qin, my Mengyao is shy and doesn't like drinking." At this time, Su Xuezhu stood up, pulled Su Mengyao behind her, and helped her out.

She could tell that Mengyao didn't like this playboy.

What's more, this sister is part of helping her conquer Su An.

But the old lady in the uncle's house didn't think so. She smiled at Tan Ming and then looked at Su Mengyao: "Mengyao, go have a drink with Mr. Tan. You young people, let's talk together and get to know each other better."

If Su Mengyao fell in love with Su An, she would naturally not say this, but isn't it done yet?

Although this girl is beautiful, she is no worse than a lady from aristocratic family.

Someone like Mr. Su, he might forget about this girl in the blink of an eye.

Although the Qin family is not an aristocratic family, the Taipusi Shaoqing can be regarded as a high official in the imperial court. His status is extraordinary, not comparable to that of the current Yong Weibo Mansion, and it is more than enough to match Mengyao.

The rest of the people didn't speak either, including Su Mengyao's parents.

The only person in the entire Su family who made a sound was Su Xuezhu, who had a different purpose.

The decline of the Su family in Yongwei Bo Mansion was not without reason.

Tan Ming watched all this with interest: "Why, I'm not worthy of drinking with Miss Mengyao?"

Su Mengyao shook her head, her face full of resistance.

"She doesn't want to drink with you, don't you understand?" Ling Chen suddenly said.

The Su family were all shocked at this opening.

It's nothing to do with a son-in-law. Even if you want to refuse, you can't do it in such an offending way!

"Are you... the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Su family?" Tan Ming looked at Ling Chen for a while, then laughed loudly: "If I insist on her drinking, what can you do to me?"

"Hum, I..."

Snapped!

A slap hit Ling Chen's face, forcibly interrupting the spell casting.

"Trash, come back here!" Mother Su pulled Ling Chen's ears and pulled him back.

Upon seeing this, Tan Ming smiled disdainfully and looked at Su Mengyao again, "Miss Mengyao, come have a drink with me. I am very interested in Miss Mengyao."

Suddenly, he was hit hard on the shoulder, staggered, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"Who! Who is it!" He turned his head and looked behind.

A young man was looking at him with amusement. The anger on Tan Ming's face instantly dissipated and turned into a flattering smile, "Master Suhou, why are you here?"

When Su Mengyao saw the person coming, she couldn't help but have a look of hope on her face.

"Do you know me?" Su An asked.

"I recognize you, little Tan Ming, my father is the Shaoqing of Taipu Temple, Qin Chang." Tan Ming quickly apologized with a smile.

"Oh, Taniao, right?" Su An said apologetically, "I was so sorry just now, I accidentally knocked down your drink."

"No, no, no, how can I blame Mr. Su, I obviously dropped it accidentally."

How dare Tan Ming blame Su An? After all, even his own father didn't dare to offend the Marquis, so who was he?

He is a dandy, but he is not a fool. He still knows who he cannot afford to offend.

"How about that?" Su An waved his hand, "Shengnan, serve Mr. Tan some wine."

Tu Shengnan behind him took out a wine glass that had been prepared long ago, with only a shallow layer of wine in it.

But when he saw this wine glass, Tan Ming's face turned green.

He recognized this kind of wine cup. It was called the Qiankun Cup. It was the favorite cup of some old drunkards.

Su An took the wine glass and put it in Tan Ming's hand.

"Come on, let's do it. I'll give you a drink, Mr. Tan." He drank the wine in his hand and looked at Tan Ming.

"Master Su Hou, this, this..." Tan Ming's hands were trembling.

"Huh?" Su An narrowed his eyes slightly: "Master Qin doesn't want to give me face."

Tu Shengnan also cooperated and revealed a little aura belonging to the pure Yang realm, pressing on Tan Ming's body, making his bones creak, but the others around him did not notice at all.

"Drink, I'll drink!" Tan Ming gritted his teeth, closed his eyes while holding the wine glass, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

He understood that Su An was probably trying to stand up for Yong Weibo's house, and he had hit a brick wall this time.

If I hadn't drank this wine, today's matter might not have been solved so easily.

The Qiankun Cup that Su An took out did not contain as much wine as a lake, but it could still fill several rooms.

Of course, these drinks are nothing to those old drunkards with advanced cultivation.

But for Tan Ming, who was not very talented and could only reach the spiritual realm in his twenties, that was really a huge amount.

My stomach bulged with so much wine that it was about to burst, but the amount of wine flowing into my mouth did not decrease at all.

Tu Shengnan crossed his arms and stood in front of him with his tall body. The shadow left behind by blocking the light shrouded his whole body, as if if he dared to stop, he would be greeted by a thunderous strike.

Finally, there was a bang.