Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

The Wen family was still struggling to survive under the encroachment of the Fu family, the He family and the Gu family, but Nangong Ying heard the sound of the system again at an event.

It was cursing and saying that Ye Xiyao was too unsatisfactory and beautiful and had not been able to go up.

Nangong Ying sat down and looked at the place where the sound came from. Ye Xiyao was wearing a short pink satin skirt. The deep V collar was open almost to her navel, and her back was also exposed. Her butterfly bones were prominent due to her thinness. As the pace moved, the hem of the skirt was too short, and she had to walk carefully wearing high heels.

It seemed that Ye Xiyao had perfectly taken over the title that had been attached to Nangong Ying.

"Is that Ye Xiyao?" Someone whispered in Nangong Ying's ear.

"Yes." The person who responded had a hard time understanding, "I used to be full of energy, but now I don't know why I am so thin. This reminds me of the Nangong Ying from before..."

"Shh, there's someone right next to you! Keep your voice down!"

"Now that Nangong Ying doesn't pursue weight loss, why does Ye Xiyao start to lose weight instead? Is this what the entertainment industry is like now?"

In response to the gaze falling on her, Ye Xiyao raised her head in relief.

The system was talking to her: [Host, you have the best figure in the audience now, look at so many people looking over! Will your favorability level increase after today's event? 】

After following Ye Xiyao, the system seemed to be living very well.

Ye Xiyao nodded arrogantly. When she sat down, she forgot to pay attention to the hem of her skirt, which almost made her naked and attracted a burst of flashlights.

After she sat down, she looked back and around, met Nangong Ying's eyes, and raised her lips proudly.

Nangong Ying frowned. This man seemed very proud? Why, just because she took away a useless system?

There was an uproar at the entrance, and Wen Qiao came slowly. There was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes. Because of the Wen family's affairs, his resources in the entertainment industry were greatly affected, and the industry in his hands was also affected. The high-spirited actor felt a lot haggard.

And all this...

Wen Qiao raised his eyes and focused his gaze precisely on Nangong Qi, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

The little crybaby in the show who only cries and follows Nangong Ying all the time is actually able to beat Wen Ran!

Wen Ran is a great help to the Wen family. If any of the Wen family's heirs defeat her, it will only make the Wen family move to a higher level. But Wen Ran fell in this way, which made it easier for the other families to fall into trouble.

Nangong Ying noticed Wen Qiao's gaze and tilted her body to block Nangong Qi.

The two eyes collided, but Wen Qiao could no longer pretend to be affectionate.

"Sister, he..." Nangong Qi's voice was trembling. Although she was smart, she would still shrink and be afraid when she had support around her sister.

Nangong Ying patted Nangong Qi's head comfortingly, but never took his eyes away from Wen Qiao's body.

Wen Qiao sat directly next to Ye Xiyao, and the two of them lowered their heads and talked.

The place was very noisy. No matter how good her hearing was, Nangong Ying could not hear the conversation between the two people clearly. Fortunately, she could hear the sound of the system.

[Host, do you really want to do this? Although you are the heroine, it will be more effective if you do such a thing, but for now she has not affected your ability to become a superstar...]

[Hmm...it seems so, okay...]

The system's attitude changed from the initial confusion to the later agreement. Ye Xiyao should have convinced it.

A glimmer of light flashed in Nangong Ying's eyes. The only thing that can make this stupid system obey is stardom and good looks.

It seems that she is in the way of Ye Xiyao, and Wen Qiao...

"What bad ideas are they two holding back?" Gu Yuxian didn't know when he moved his seat next to Nangong Ying. He frowned and looked at the two people talking together in front of him, his tone was very annoyed.

Nangong Ying raised her eyebrows, "How did you tell?"

Gu Yuxian heard her interest, smoothed his brows, smiled, and said matter-of-factly, "What can Wen Qiao and my little mom have to talk about? The only topic they have in common now is you."

As he spoke, the boy tilted his body and leaned on the back of the chair in an inconspicuous manner. He fiddled with his stiff hair that had been sprayed with hairspray in a childish way. The collar of his suit arched up due to his movements, revealing his strong muscles, and the lines were vaguely visible. .

The young man seemed to be unaware and boasted, "But it doesn't matter. I happened to have a guest role in your drama, and I will join the cast tomorrow. I am more or less familiar with the Wen family's methods, and I will be able to help when the time comes." Fuck you."

Nangong Ying looked away and laughed dumbly, "That's a shame."

Gagging was a new way of getting along with Gu Yuxian during this period of business shooting. Nangong Ying often had the illusion that she was back in her boudoir arguing with her children.

"No, no, no." Gu Yuxian stopped his casual posture and sat up straight, "This is my honor."

There was a hint of expectation in his voice, "It would be even better if you could teach me how to throw steamed buns again!"

The young man has a bright face. Even though he is in a dyeing vat like Yujing City, he seems to be as clean as ever. He is obsessed with the steamed bun skills that once amazed him.

Nangong Ying burst out laughing, and the small mole between the young man's eyebrows also moved, and a dazzling light burst out from his eyes.

Nangong Ying stared at the mole between her eyebrows, as if she saw a red plum in the snow that happened many years ago.

At that time, the handsome young man was riding a horse through the snow, swinging the snow-stained purse in his hand. The red plum blossoms on the branches were in full bloom, covering the young young man's eyebrows. Only the corners of his mouth could be seen. A sly smile.

His voice was as clear as rime in the snow, but it was full of condescension, "How come you, the legitimate daughter of a dignified general, have such poor accuracy?"

The purse was handed over, and the skeletal hand was right in front of him, "Do you want me to teach you?"

In a daze, a gust of wind roared and rolled up snowflakes all over the sky. The tassels and ties on the purse were tangled and fluttering in the wind, making it a mess. A world of silvery white rushed towards my face, which was bright and dazzling.