Chapter 25

Mo Yan is more and more sure that the woman in front of her is Wu Jiao.

He looked at Wu Jiao's face and found the trace of long hair. He vaguely understood that her face was disfigured. For the sake of face, he was ashamed to admit it.

Who did it?

This is the prime minister's residence.

After the old Prime Minister's wife passed away, Wu Jiao was equal to the mistress of the family. Who dares to attack her face in the house? It's killing me.

Over the years, Wu Jiao has been so overbearing that she has offended countless people in the inner courtyard. However, most of the women and children dare not to be angry. The elders and men will not really tear their faces at her. They really dare to fight. Mo Yan can't think of a suitable person for a while.

"Go away!"

Wu Jiao was shaking all over, screaming and running away.

Mo Yan's eyes, like cold caves, coagulate for a second on Wu Jiaoyuan's back, and then take them back. He looks at the dust pavilion not far away and steps away.

A semi old courtyard.

Glazed tile, Tung for the column, pavilions, eight into the courtyard. We can see the glory of the past and the decline of today.

In the past, when the second purple master and the second lady were still alive, the Mochen Pavilion used to be full of maids and maidservants, full of families, and full of laughter, which was as empty and desolate as it is today.

It's easy to add icing on the cake, but hard to send charcoal in the snow.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

In Mo Yan's mind, he suddenly remembers that Yu Zhujun advised him to leave. He can't help but smile bitterly. If even he left, what should miss seven do?

She does things casually and recklessly.

He's used to taking care of her.

I don't know if Wu Sheng, the housekeeper, has come back to trouble her

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Then, at the entrance of the main hall, he saw a scene that surprised him——

The girl he was worried about was sitting at the dinner table in a leisurely manner, with her chin on one hand, enjoying a rabbit with a red pattern on one ear eating a whole rabbit dinner.

The corner of Mo Yan's eye drew down.

When did she have such a bad taste.

Is after the lovelorn, let me fly.

Ziqianmo, who is "self free", has a sharp sense of spirit. When he turns around, he just looks at Mo Yan's eyes, which are a little hard to say. Instead of being flustered, he is very calm: "he's back."

Mo Yan nodded: "well."

In the heart, across a strange warmth.

This kind of feeling, has never had, as if this Mo Chen Ge is no longer a cold courtyard, but many wisps of needle like light; Miss seven in the yard is no longer just a responsibility he has to fulfill, but a person with wheels and outlines.

She had never said such a thing to him before.

He's coming, he's going.

She didn't care.

She saw him as a servant, he saw her as nothing.

The cold balance, at this moment, subtly broke the balance.

"Have you eaten?"

Ziqianmo asked.

What she thought in her heart was that Mo Yan had never tasted the extraordinary craftsmanship of rabbit. It is estimated that there is no restaurant in the capital of Beilan kingdom that can match it. Mo Yan used to take care of the original owner a lot. Out of empathy and compensation, she naturally wanted him to have a good meal.

It's really eating.

It's not the deliberate teasing of Wu Jiao.

"..." Mo Yan pause, also don't know why, abruptly chew the word "ate" into his stomach, told a lie, "not yet."