So what about the royal children, let's not talk about her own identity, just say that Ye Lanyan, an unreasonably young sword master, is not something that the An Yun royal family is willing to offend. I forgot to mention, of course Mu Hanyan was thinking of Ye Lanyan when eating delicious food. Before they came, Mu Hanyan asked Ang Ang to ask Ye Lanyan to come over for dinner. But Ye Lanyan only talked a lot when he was alone with Mu Hanyan, but in front of others, he always had a handsome face without any expression, as if he didn't get close to strangers.
"What a big tone, what if we don't leave?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.
"Don't go, haha, then we can only invite you to go." Song Zhe was slightly startled when he heard Mu Hanyan's words, and laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Don't think that you have some family background in Nanxi County, but you take yourself seriously when you arrive in the capital. Do you know who I am, one of the eight great families in the capital, Song Zhe!" Song Zhe said proudly after the laughter fell.
"The Song family, is it amazing?" Mu Han said disdainfully without lifting his cigarette. It's been a while since I've been in the capital, and I know a little about the eight great families in the capital, but I've never heard of Song Zhe's name, so I guess he's just an incompetent little dandy.
Mu Hanyan despises this kind of little dude who is incompetent and always uses his family background to scare people. Because she is capable on her own, and then waits for others to expose her family background to scare people. Is there an essential difference from these low-grade dandies
"What are you talking about, do you dare not take our Song family seriously!" Song Zhe heard Mu Hanyan's disdain, and shouted angrily.
"Of course I don't dare to ignore the Song family, but you, I really don't pay much attention." Mu Hanyan said lightly.
"Hehe, your tone is not small. You don't dare to think of me, Brother Song, so you don't think of me, Fang Ziqing?"
"And I, Song Shibo, I'm afraid you don't pay attention to me either."
"And my eldest grandson, Feihong, shouldn't be taken seriously by you."
... The second generation ancestors reported their families arrogantly, let alone just a family descendant from Nanxi County, even if they belonged to the eight great families, they would not dare to offend so many descendants of the family at the same time.
But Mu Hanyan didn't care much about it. Fang Ziqing, Song Shibo, and Sun Feihong, she had never heard of any of them, they were all low-end stuff.
"And I, He Qingwei, definitely don't look down on you." Finally, as a little fat man pointed his chubby finger at Xi's nose and spoke arrogantly, Mu Hanyan finally met I know one.
We met again so soon, it's really fate, the capital is not so big.
"Young Master He, so you are here, we met so soon." Mu Hanyan finally stood up and said with a smile. That smile was as warm as it could be.
"He Qingwei, so he knows you, tell him who we are, and tell him to get out of the capital honestly." Before he reported his family name and saw that Mu Hanyan was indifferent, Song Zhe thought that this country bumpkin was ignorant and didn't listen Having passed the title of the Eight Great Aristocratic Families in the capital, he was somewhat disappointed, but when he saw that he knew He Qingwei, he immediately regained his spirits.
"Yes, yes, since we have some friendship with He Qingwei, then don't embarrass him too much, let him leave the capital, and we will not embarrass him." The other second generation ancestors also said.