Chapter 267

Seeing Chu Yunyao, Luo Zifeng raised his eyebrows, "Young madam, this is the girl who saved the life of the young marshal. I delivered it myself. There is still something to do in the barracks, so I won't stay any longer. I'll go first." .”

The housekeeper winked at Luo Zifeng to stop talking, wishing he could rush over and cover his mouth.

Luo Zifeng didn't know why.

Chu Yunyao squinted at the butler, and looked up and down at the girl standing in front of her who was neither humble nor overbearing.

About sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slapped face, thin and thin body, looks fragile, but his eyes are firm, seeing Chu Yunyao looking at her, and not to be outdone, looking back at Chu Yunyao, the corners of his lips are hardly noticeable Tilt a slight arc.

There was a sense of arrogance all over his body, as if he didn't take Chu Yunyao seriously at all.

At first glance, he is not someone to provoke.

Bao'er couldn't see the woman's high-ranking appearance, didn't care about the dignity and etiquette, and asked angrily: "Please tell me, the military master, what is the name of this girl, what is she sending to the mansion?"

Luo Zifeng couldn't figure out the twists and turns between the women, and said heartily: "She is called Qin Qiandai, she once saved the life of the young marshal, she is the benefactor whom the young marshal has been looking for for a long time.

Yesterday the young marshal asked Mu Qing to send him to the mansion to take good care of him, and wanted to repay Miss Qin for saving his life.

Mu Qing is busy with affairs today, so I personally sent him here.

Also ask the young lady and the housekeeper to choose a courtyard for Miss Qin, and let Miss Qin live there. "

Bao'er was about to die of anger, "Our lady hasn't left the Young Marshal's Mansion yet, and the next Young Marshal's wife can't wait to send her in. Presumably the housekeeper and everyone in the mansion are aware of this matter, just me and Miss kept in the dark..."

Bao'er angrily slapped the butler's hand that was on the carriage, and said angrily: "Old man, you are really hiding the news, I didn't approve of our lady leaving the Young Marshal's Mansion.

Now it seems that it is impossible not to leave.

Rather than being kicked out in the future, it is better to move out now and save our lady's face. "

The housekeeper wanted to die, "This old slave only found out about this yesterday, Miss Bao'er, every word you said is trying to punish this old slave.

Before the young marshal left, he urged me to keep the young lady. "

The butler wished he could bump his head against the carriage to die, to prove his innocence by death.

The old man couldn't figure out why the young marshal gave him such an arduous task of retaining the young wife.

Is it because he is so old that he is shameless and shameless in acting miserable?

But why Miss Qin arrived at this time, not early or late?

The housekeeper was in a dilemma.

Luo Zifeng couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Housekeeper, what happened?"

The housekeeper sighed, "Go ask the young commander, I dare not say too much."

Too much to say.

Luo Zifeng: "..."

Chu Yunyao squinted those autumn eyes, and said lightly: "Housekeeper, this Miss Qin is the young marshal's favorite person, so let's put her in the star storage building and send someone to take good care of her, so as not to neglected.

From now on, you young commanders and I will return from bridge to bridge, and from road to road. "

Chu Yunyao took out a kraft paper bag from her cuff and threw it into the housekeeper's hand: "This is the Heli book I rewrote, and it has been fingerprinted. When your young commander comes back, just stamp his personal seal on it." ..."

The housekeeper seemed to have received a hot potato, and wanted to put the cowhide letter paper back into Chu Yunyao's hands: "Young madam, marriage is a big matter, don't mess around, don't do it, don't do it."

Chu Yunyao flicked the whip, and the carriage started to drive.

The envelope flew up with the wind, swept across the sky, and was grabbed by Qin Qiandai.

With a flick of her finger, a silver needle flew over, and the cowhide envelope was firmly fixed on the carriage. Qin Qiandai's voice was clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate: "This letter and Li Shu, young lady or It’s good to hand it over to the young marshal, so why make things difficult for an old man who speaks lightly.”