Chapter 312

The butler accompanied him with a smiling face: "Young Marshal is busy with affairs, please forgive me, Young Madam."

Chu Yunyao, who was struggling, was holding an embroidered purse with an embroidery needle. Hearing this, her fingertip was accidentally poked, and a small round drop of blood leaked out.

Chu Yunyao threw away the embroidery needle, walked to the window, looked at the ingredients brought into the backyard by the servants, and asked seemingly casually, "Did the young master go to Lanlou last night?"

"Forehead". The housekeeper rolled his eyes, "I don't know."

"That means I have been there." Chu Yunyao said seriously.

In the entire Young Marshal's Mansion, as long as it is related to Mo Lingyuan, there are a few things that can escape the old housekeeper's eyes.

This old man has already cultivated to become a master.

The housekeeper was afraid that Chu Yunyao might misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "I went there, and Mr. Mu went with him, and he came out of Lanlou in a short time."

"Mu Qing has gone too?" Chu Yunyao was a little disbelieving.

"Yes, the young commander was a little drunk at the time..." The housekeeper didn't know how to convince Chu Yunyao, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Mu."

Chu Yunyao nodded: "I understand."

Seeing this, the housekeeper pulled Bao'er aside, and asked in a low voice, "Young Madam, what do you mean by this, and what do you understand?"

Bao'er snorted, twisted the butler's fat arm hard, and said angrily: "Your mouth is full of lies, and our lady will not believe you if you say it or not.

How many times has the young marshal been drunk?

When he left from Yunlai Pavilion last night, the young commander was fine, if you want to tell lies, you have to think of a convincing excuse..."

housekeeper:"......"

Bao'er pushed the butler out the door: "We can afford these things in Yunlai Pavilion. After a week, let your young master come over and get your purse."

Bao'er went back to the bedroom angrily: "I'm really pissed off. The young commander was fine last night. He went back to the young commander's mansion and went to Lanlou. He didn't come this morning. It's really unreasonable."

For seven days in a row, Mo Lingyuan seemed to disappear out of thin air, and did not step into Yunlai Pavilion again.

Bo'er sulked silently.

Chu Yunyao seems to be a normal person. She has been sitting in her boudoir for the past few days, earnestly embroidering purses, and has also researched a simple version of sanitary napkins. She plans to mass-produce them first and start selling them after opening.

The abandoned factory of the Wen family has been reused. Wen Tingyun has a natural keenness in management and business, and the supply of goods is well prepared.

Chu Yunyao occasionally pretended to be Yun Che, went to eat and chat with Nan Yan, endured the guilt in her heart and the condemnation of her conscience, and watched Nan Yan's state become more and more clear day by day, and even greater anxiety swept her heart.

On the seventh day, Mo Lingyuan, who had not been seen for a long time, finally appeared.

Chu Yunyao handed him the crumpled purse in his hand.

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

Mo Lingyuan spread it in his palm, frowned and looked at it for a while, then asked uncertainly: "Are you sure this is a purse?"

Chu Yunyao nodded firmly: "It can hold things, of course it is a purse."

The crooked stitches, the pattern is extremely simple, Mo Lingyuan distinguished it for a long time, and asked, "Why do you want to embroider me a black chicken that is grazing?"

Chu Yunyao corrected: "It's not a black chicken, it's a swallow with a green leaf in its mouth."

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

There are swallows so bloated in this world, I am afraid they can only plan and eat in the grass like chickens.

Seeing that Mo Lingyuan's face was not as ugly as usual, Chu Yunyao reached out to snatch it: "Forget it if you don't like it, give it back to me. I have already said that I am not good at needlework."