Chapter 33 Disfigurement
Everyone went directly to the old lady's Yangxinju, and the room was full of people, chatting and laughing, it was very lively.

Zhao Cheng ordered someone to bring in the things he brought back, some silk fabrics and rouge gouache produced in Jiangzhou, as well as some snacks.

They were all brought back to the five young ladies.

According to the division of concubine and concubine, Zhao Yuanxiang and Zhao Yanran can choose first, and it is Zhao Yuerong and others' turn to choose the rest.

The He family, the old lady, Zhao Yanran and others did not know the exact date of birth of Zhao Yuanxiang. They only knew that Zhao Yuanxiang was conceived by Li Shi when Zhao Cheng returned to his hometown, and Zhao Yanran was conceived by He Shi after Zhao Cheng returned from his hometown. .

Therefore, they all thought that Zhao Yuanxiang must be older than Zhao Yanran.

At this time, the old lady asked Zhao Yuanxiang to go forward to choose.

Zhao Yanran had already taken a fancy to one of the red silks and satin, her eyes fixed on it, fearing that Zhao Yuanxiang would pick it up.

Zhao Yuanxiang doesn't have a good impression of red, but of course she will do things that can make Zhao Yanran unhappy.

Who made Zhao Yanran's love for this piece of silk so obvious?
She deliberately looked at the silk and satin for a long time, and finally tapped lightly with her fair fingers: "Father, my daughter likes this red one."

Zhao Yanran's face immediately changed.

Zhao Cheng nodded and said, "Your skin is fair, you must look good in this red color."

Zhao Yuanxiang thanked her, and Qingsang stepped forward and hugged the piece of silk.

Zhao Yanran's complexion was not very good-looking, but she could only bear it, stepped forward and reluctantly picked out a piece of peach-red satin, and when she turned back to her seat, she couldn't help but cast her gaze to this side.

She was very obvious, not only the girls present, but even the big man Zhao Cheng could see clearly.

But he couldn't ask Zhao Yuanxiang to return the silk and satin, could he?But he couldn't bear to see his favorite daughter disappointed.

Finally, he comforted him, "Yan Ran, if you like the red one, just ask someone to buy another one for your father."

Zhao Yanran pursed her lips and said, "Thank you father, but the one my daughter chose is not bad, so don't worry about it."

However, Zhao Yuerong disliked Zhao Yuanxiang more and more.

She raised her hand and scratched her cheek vigorously, and went forward to pick out the silk with some irritability, and kept scratching her face while watching.

She didn't seem to feel any pain, and the more she scratched, the harder she scratched.

All the attention in the hall was on Zhao Cheng who had just returned home. Even if they saw her scratching her face, they thought it was just an ordinary itching.

Until, Zhao Yuerong scratched the first bloody gash on his face.

Zhao Yihuan was the first to discover it. She exclaimed and shouted, "What's wrong with Fourth Sister!"

Just as she was shouting, Zhao Yuerong had two more gashes on his face.

But she didn't seem to feel it, and said impatiently: "What can I do? Isn't it just picking silk and satin!"

Because of the itching all over her face, her mood also became agitated.

Everyone else saw it clearly at this moment, but for a while, they hadn't reacted yet.

Zhao Yuanxiang yelled in a deep voice: "Mother Li, Mother Huang, quickly grab Miss Fourth's hand!"

As soon as she shouted, Zhao Cheng reacted, and quickly said: "Hurry up and grab Miss Fourth! Go and ask Dr. Zhang immediately!"

The others came back to their senses, Huang Momo and Li Momo looked at each other, went forward and grabbed Zhao Yuerong's hand.

Zhao Yuerong didn't realize that her fingertips were wet until this time, she took a closer look, saw the bright red blood, and immediately panicked: "My face! What's wrong with my face?!"

(End of this chapter)

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