Chapter 1739 A Pile of Mess

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound stunned everyone present, especially the owner of that perfect face.

"Xi'er, you actually hit me." The handsome face was stained with grievances, "You used to be reluctant to let me lose a hair."

Sima Youyue: "..."

Seeing the red palm print on his face, she smiled and asked, "Who are you?"

The expression on the man's face suddenly froze, and then he looked at Sima Youyue in disbelief.

"Xi'er, don't you know who I am? Have you forgotten me? Woohoo, how could you forget me!"

Sima Youyue twitched the corners of her mouth, she really didn't want to pay attention to this kind of handsome person who had a convulsive personality. She turned her head and looked at Tingshan.

After two days of getting along, Ting Shan had roughly understood what she meant, stepped forward and saluted, and said, "Miss Hui, this is Young Master, your former good friend."

"Master?"

"I'll go, don't you, Xi'er, you really don't remember me? I heard that you lost your memory, so I came here to see you, but you really don't remember me." Gong Ziyuan rushed over, screaming aggrievedly, thinking to hug her.

Sima Youyue stretched out one foot and kicked him in the stomach, stopped him, and said, "You misidentified the person, I'm not your Xi'er."

"Isn't it Xi'er? If you lose your memory, you lose your memory. Why are you still denying yourself?" Gong Ziyuan sat on a stool beside him, looking at her unhappily.

"I'm really not Murong Xi." Sima Youyue reiterated for countless times, "Aren't you her... good friend? Then you should know that I am different from her."

"Exactly the same face, same trash, who is it but you?" Gong Ziyuan said, "Don't worry, even though you have lost your memory, I still won't dislike you, and I will definitely take you with me when I go out to play in the future."

Sima Youyue gave him a blank stare, not wanting to pay attention to this kind of lack, got up and walked to her room.

Suddenly she felt that someone was watching her, turned her head and saw a man in a red thin shirt watching her at the gate of the yard.

"who?"

Hearing her scolding, the man trembled in fright. He quickly knelt down and said, "Miss, please forgive me. I just heard that you were injured and wanted to see how you are doing."

slave?

Sima Youyue frowned when she heard his self-proclaim, and when she saw his looming body, she immediately understood his identity.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "Tingshan, send him back."

After speaking, she opened the door and went back to the house.

Gong Ziyuan looked at her in disbelief, followed her into the house, and said, "You don't even want your face? No, you used to see them with bright eyes! Could it be that amnesia is real?" Even your temperament has changed?"

"I'll tell you again, I'm not Murong Xi!" She emphasized through gritted teeth.

This Murong Xi, the eldest lady of Yongming City, is arrogant and domineering, but she is also lecherous and nympho. She snatched many beautiful men back and locked them all in the backyard. She said she wanted a beautiful man for three thousand.

Although those who were robbed also resisted, no one could offend her father Murong Xin, and those who went to seek justice were dealt with by him. Later, everyone could only avoid her, not daring to resist openly.

Even so, there are hundreds of beautiful men in her backyard, and everyone is wearing this kind of transparent red shirt.

Now that she is regarded as Murong Xi, the debts of these beautiful men are all on her head.

Gong Ziyuan looked at Sima Youyue, looked her up and down several times, touched his chin, and said, "You really don't look like this. If you weren't such a waste, I would really believe it."

Sima Youyue rolled her eyes, every day these people regarded her as that woman, and they didn't listen to her explanation, and she didn't bother to say any more.

"Say I'm her, right? That's good, I'll just treat myself as her!"

After finishing speaking, she left the room, looked at Tingshan and Tingshui who were guarding the door, and said, "Take me to Furongyuan."

Ting Shan and Ting Shui were taken aback for a moment, then they both lowered their heads and led the way.

She thought she had really changed her temper, but now that she saw a face, she thought about going to them again to have fun.

Sima Youyue followed Tingshan and the others to Furong Garden. The people living there were talking and chatting leisurely, but when they saw her, they all froze suddenly. Some couldn't help trembling and couldn't even look at her, while others looked at her angrily.

"Xi'er, your injury hasn't healed yet, don't overdo it!" Gong Ziyuan really cared about her body, but it was a bit ambiguous to say this at this time.

"I want you to take care of it!" Sima Youyue ignored him, and said to Tingshan and Tingtingshui: "Go, call everyone out!"

Listening to the mountain and listening to the water immediately went to execute it. Her appearance made them seem to see her before. I just don't know what kind of tricks she is going to play this time.

Sima Youyue climbed to the rockery and made those people stand under the rockery. Soon, there were hundreds of people standing in the courtyard, all in transparent red shirts, she was blushing when she saw her, and thought that this Murong Xi really knew how to play.

"Miss, everyone is here." Ting Shan came to the foot of the rockery and replied.

Sima Youyue supported her knees with her hands, scanned the faces below one by one, and said with emotion: "They are really beautiful men."

"What do you want to do?" a voice asked.

When she gathered them all together last time, she took ten men away, but none of them came back. I don't know what she's going to do now.

"I didn't plan to do anything." Sima Youyue curled her lips, "Today, I just came to tell you that you are free, you can change your clothes and leave."

"What?"

"What trick do you want to play?"

After she said this, no one moved, but looked at her more suspiciously and vigilantly, fearing that this was her new way of playing.

"I said you are free." Sima Youyue said, "Tingshan, give each of them a thousand top-grade spars, and send them all out."

"Xi'er, do you really want to let them go?" Gong Ziyuan jumped onto the rockery and stood beside her, as if he wanted to see through her.

Sima Youyue slapped his head aside, "I said I'm not Murong Xi, you insist on me being her. Then I should have the right to deal with these people? Listen to Shan, am I right?"

"Miss said that the servants will send them all out now." Ting Shan said.

"That's right." Sima Youyue thought that Young Master Yuan was an eyesore, kicked him, kicked him off the rockery, then looked at the hesitant man below, and waved impatiently, "Let's go, don't be here. It's an eyesore here."

"You said you're not Murong Xi? Then who are you?" A man asked.

"You Yue." After speaking, Sima You Yue jumped down from the rockery, ignored those people, and left the yard straight away.

Gong Ziyuan followed her, and his probing eyes never left her.