Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

In Jiang Zhiyi's difficult study, where life was worse than death and he suffered repeated deaths, the day before New Year's Eve finally arrived.

I finally got my vacation. The hardship I went through during this period is so great that it cannot be explained to outsiders.

After the Great Cold, it snowed in the south of Beijing. The snow in the south of Beijing is always thin, much thinner than the snow in Fengqi.

But fortunately, there is still snow falling on the kumquats, which brings a strong flavor of the New Year. This is also the first warm winter for the leaves.

"Miss, Madam is calling you to Wanju Hall."

Since the snow began, Jiang Zhiyi liked to read by the window. The jade-carved lamp gave off a soft light, which reflected on the snow like a silver-white.

Jiang Zhiyi has been staying at He's house for three months and has not seen He Qinggui in these three months, but fortunately his favorability has not dropped, but has increased a little, and is now 68 points.

The effect of the beauty pill has not yet been fully exerted, but Jiang Zhiyi's skin has already turned white. It's not a cold white, but like warm milk.

A pair of eyes were optimized into lychee eyes, with slightly drooping tails, very black eyeballs, and bright eyes, making them look very smart and energetic.

Jiang Zhiyi stood up, and every move he made was neat, graceful and appropriate, he had been completely transformed.

Bai Zhi whispered to Jiang Zhiyi, "I heard from the sisters in Wanju Hall that Miss He returned home today. Miss, please be careful."

Jiang Zhiyi already knew about the lawsuit between Ting Zhuyuan and He Xianchu, and just nodded lightly.

Xiaoyu gave Jiang Zhiyi a hand warmer with a bluebird pattern, and Baizhi put the cloak on her.

A few white plum blossoms are embroidered on the snow-white satin, and the brim of the hat is wrapped with white fox fur.

It looks elegant and warm, and against the falling snow, it looks like Concubine Mei.

Baizhi held an umbrella for Jiang Zhiyi, and Xiaoyu lagged behind slightly.

The pool beside the promenade had frozen over, but the ice was not thick. Shuncheng even joked that there were red carp swimming around under the ice.

Jiang Zhiyi walked into Wanjutang with ease, and the notification process was just a procedure.

At this time, Jiang Zhiyi had already noticed the pretty maid. It was hard not to notice her. Her name was Sisi. She was pretty, smart, and talented.

It's a pity that everything is only a few points, but the ambition is still great.

Baizhi and Xiaoyu took Jiang Zhiyi's cloak and hand warmer.

Lifting the curtain, Madam He was sitting on the couch reading a book as usual. She did not handle family affairs in front of the younger generation, and seemed to be just an ordinary lady.

"It's been so cold along the way. It's a pity that the heater is outside and it's not nice. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you suffer this."

Ye Zi sat on the couch, picked up the tea of ​​perfect temperature on the small table and took a sip to warm herself up.

"It's not a big deal. It's only a quarter of an hour's walk. The scenery is really beautiful. It's a pity there are no chrysanthemums. Otherwise, it would be a beautiful sight to see golden chrysanthemums and snow."

Mrs. He continued reading the book, turning the pages slowly and talking to Ye Zi.

“Although it is beautiful, it must always conform to the colors of the four seasons.”

Ye Zi sipped the tea in the cup.

"I am grateful for your advice, Master. This tea is the best and tastes the best."

Madam He glanced at her sideways and said, "Same tea, same water, same craftsmanship taught by the same master, why is my tea better? I think you are always trying to slack off here."

Ye Zi started eating some snacks again, and looked at Mrs. He with a pair of big round and watery eyes full of smiles.

"I don't have that. I study very hard every day."

Mrs. He touched Ye Zi's head.

"Master has seen it all, and other teachers always praise you in front of me. Speaking of which, you and Qinggui both like green tea the most, but you prefer Biluochun, while Qinggui prefers Xinyang Maojian."

After Ye Zi finished her cakes, she soothed her throat with some tea.

"I wonder when Mr. He will be back. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

Mrs. He put down the book in her hand.

"Why do you have to call him so politely? Just call him brother on normal days.

I called you here because of this. The Qing rules say that it will only take half an hour, and you should return to school on the 15th. This is how the Jixia Academy usually takes its annual holidays."

Ye Zi didn't know how to call He Qinggui appropriately, so she could only pretend not to hear it.

She seemed not to want to call him brother.

"I haven't seen him for so long. I don't know if he has changed. I still recognize him."

Mrs. He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "She should be recognizable. You haven't seen Xianchu yet, right? She's my youngest daughter, the same age as you, but two months older than you."

"She was at her grandparents' house a while ago. I don't know what made her so stubborn. She just refused to come back."

Although it was vacation time, she couldn't neglect her studies. Mrs. He asked Ye Zi to come over to test her studies.

The room was full of joy, and it looked like a scene of loving mother and filial son.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps and a maid's exclamation from outside.

"Mother, I'm back!"

Ye Zi looked towards the source of the sound and saw a young girl in pink clothes. Her voice was like a silver bell, her face was as rosy as a peach, and she looked very beautiful.

He Xianchu, He Qinggui’s sister, Ye Zi thought in her heart.

When she saw Ye Zi, her eyes lit up and she sat down next to Ye Zi enthusiastically.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on Ye Zi's body, but upon closer inspection he found that she was only loosely placing her hand on her body, only touching her clothes.

“I don’t know whose sister she is. I just came back from the Xiao family, and I don’t think the sister should be from the Xiao family.

Seeing that my sister doesn’t look like a northerner, she should not be from the Wang or Cui family, so her surname must be Xie!"

Ye Zi looked at her. She had an innocent and lovely face, but her eyes were filled with a mixture of disgust and malice, and the smile on the corners of her mouth was even a little twisted.

She waited for Ye Zi's answer, then put the pariah's face on the ground and stepped on it.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Zi was like a hungry wolf looking at a piece of raw bloody meat.

Ye Zi didn't know how to reply to her, but she couldn't just ignore it.

Fortunately, Mrs. He spoke at this time, with a hint of deep boredom in her eyes.

"Don't make a fuss, kid. This is Miss Ye I told you about. She is your brother's savior. I have accepted her as my disciple."

After hearing this, He Xianchu reacted violently and jumped back as if she had touched something dirty.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands that had just touched the leaves, then threw the exquisite handkerchief into the trash can.

He looked down at Ye Zi, his eyes full of disdain, and his voice became long and sharp.

"Mom, you didn't tell me earlier. I ran into this lowly person. It's so dirty."

Madam He's eyebrows were glaring, and she slammed the table directly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Apologize to Miss Ye."

He Xianchu didn't care about the anger shown by Mrs. He. She sat next to Mrs. He and hugged her intimately and acted coquettishly.

"I have done something wrong and I need to apologize to her. Isn't she a pariah? Even if she wears clean clothes, she still smells bad. It's disgusting. It's not enough to let her live in the mansion because she saved my brother. You also want me, a proper lady, to apologize to her."

Ye Zi's face turned paler as she spoke, and her mouth seemed to be glued shut. She wanted to open her mouth to refute, but was afraid of making Mrs. He unhappy.

And she was indeed not a decent lady, and she was indeed from a farming family.

Having said that, she raised her chin and looked at Ye Zi with undisguised disgust and disdain in her eyes.

"Is she worthy?"

After hearing the nonsense her daughter said, Mrs. He was so angry that she pushed her away.

"He Xianchu! Where are your manners? Have they been eaten by dogs?"

Being pushed away by Mrs. He, He Xianchu became even angrier and yelled directly at Mrs. He.

"Yes, she was eaten by a dog. Can't you see such a big bitch sitting here?"

Mrs. He threw the book on the table at her, her face turning red with anger.

Sure enough, this daughter only brings shame to herself.

"Where did you learn these dirty words?"

Although her words were directed at Mrs. He, the malice in them almost pierced Ye Zi through, and she stood up.

She wants to maintain her dignity.

"Miss He..."

He Xianchu was already angry because of being scolded by her mother, and when she heard Ye Zi's voice, she took it out on her without hesitation.

Before Ye Zi could say anything, He Xianchu directly poured the icy tea on her face.

"I'm giving you face, aren't I? I'm talking to my mother, why are you, a lowly person, butting in?"

When the cold tea was splashed on Ye Zi's face, she shuddered all over and her mind became clearer than ever before.

Ye Zi wiped the tea leaves off her face with a handkerchief and spoke firmly.