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The pool in the morning is still a bit cold. When a few drops fall on the face and it feels ice-cold, pleasant and very refreshing. While washing clothes, Ye Wushuang also hummed an unknown song. But unexpectedly, there was water splashed to his side. It was like someone deliberately threw a stone into the water. Since Ye Wushuang was unprepared, her clothing sleeves became wet.
Ye Wushuang screamed and immediately stood up. He pulled his long hair back and looked back agilely, wanting to see who the culprit was.
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There were two beautiful women behind him.
A person with a floating red dress, her face could be described as extremely beautiful. But those cold and aggressive eyes made people unable to look directly at him. Ye Wushuang knew this woman, wasn't she Hong Luan, the protector of Zhuque Pavilion at Wuyou Castle?
And the woman behind him was wearing white clothes with a scarf and ink-black hair. In her hair she wears only a gold ribbon. When reflected in a clear pond, she looked like a girl in her golden age, probably around 18-19 years old. Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyes were beautiful and her teeth were neat, her appearance looked extremely beautiful.
If Ye Wushuang had not guessed wrongly, this woman was the Ruler of Baihu Pavilion, Bai Zhi.
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“What do you want to do?” Seeing the ill intentions of the two, Ye Wushuang looked at them with eyes full of vigilance. At the same time, his tone of voice became serious.
Hong Luan walked over with an insincere smile, glancing towards Ye Wushuang who was rolling up her clothes sleeves and skirt to wash clothes in disdain. He suddenly sneered, “I heard you did a good job at Miss Min’er's birthday party? Why still do the menial work done by a lowly servant?”
“This is none of your business.” Ye Wushuang replied coldly. Facing the hateful gaze that Hong Luan threw at him, Ye Wushuang looked extremely helpless.
“Whose are you?” Ye Wushuang answered that question consciously.
“I'm Hong Luan, Master of the Pavilion in the Zhuque Hall. In Wuyou Castle, other than the City Lord, no one would dare to speak like this to me.”
“Really? But I have principles. If that person respects me, I will respect him. If that person offends me without reason, I will not forgive that person.”
“What? You...” Hong Luan's face flushed red in anger, she turned around and pulled the hand of the white-clothed woman while saying, “Sister Bai Zhi, you saw her no? This woman is so arrogant.”
Ye Wushuang watched this scene coldly. His heart thought, This person really likes to pretend to be a victim. It was obviously those who had come to look around for Ye Wushuang's fault, but now she was the one who was said to be arrogant.
The white-clothed woman was clearly calmer than Hong Luan. He stepped forward with a cold face and stared at Ye Wushuang for a long time. Her beautiful eyes glared at a glance and said with disdain, “Women whose origins are unclear, although it can keep Miss for a while, but will not last long.”
“That's right, all day covering his face. Is it really so embarrassing?” Hong Luan was supported by someone, he became increasingly sarcasm.
Ye Wushuang was too lazy to serve them, feeling that these little girls were only deliberately provoking. If served continuously, there will definitely be no end.
Right now, he turned around and crouched down where he was originally. He started cleaning the laundry which was almost done.
“Sister Bai Zhi, look at that. He even humbles you. He takes people too lightly.” Ye Wushuang certainly did not expect that this indifference would also make the two great ladies angry.
Although Bai Zhi was not as careless as Hong Luan, but he was also not a good-natured rang. He pulled the corner of his red lips and sneered stiffly.