Chu Yunyao was noncommittal: "This is the best way for me and him. Once I trust him, I will lower my guard and even think about changing the warlord's impression of me.

My life might be buried in these fantasies.

Instead of being so tired, why not just be more straightforward, at least always remind myself that behind him is the warlord who wants to put me to death.

Living in the Young Marshal's Mansion, I almost lost my life. I can't guarantee that he will be surrounded by people who only obey him.

I'm afraid of being overwhelmed. "

She finally survived once, saw her body being cremated with her own eyes, heard the heartbroken cries of her father and brother, and hoped that she would live well in another world.

She must fulfill their wishes, try her best to protect herself, and live hard.

She is no longer the daughter and sister who are held in the palm of the hand and cared for. The only person she can trust is herself besides those around her.

It's not that she doesn't believe in Mo Lingyuan, but she can't believe in Mo Lingyuan. What if the warlord becomes crazy and even her own son can be used as a pawn?

Could Mo Lingyuan kill his father for her?

impossible!

Instead of embarrassing him, it is better to draw a clear line between each other from now on.



At noon on the second day.

After Chu Yunyao handed over all the things in the shop to Wen Tingyun, she was about to go out when a domineering figure came in.

Mo Jinlan was still wearing a neat riding outfit, her long jet black hair was tied up high, and a delicate forehead inlaid with emeralds was tied around her forehead. Holding a riding whip in her hand, she picked up a hat and put it on Over the head, shouted: "Tell Chu Yunyao to come out."

Seeing this, Wen Tingyun frowned, and quickly opened his eyebrows, and came up to meet him and asked, "Miss, what can I do with our shopkeeper?"

Mo Jinlan's slender eyebrows were raised high, and she walked around the shop with her hands behind her back, looking up at the stairs: "You really opened this Yunlai Pavilion, I thought it was someone with the same name and surname."

Chu Yunyao changed into a neat attire, and walked down the stairs slowly, "What do you want from me?"

Mo Jinlan's brows and eyes showed the arrogance of being pampered, she raised her chin, and said arrogantly: "Last time at the Governor's Mansion, you defeated me in front of my father and so many people, I said that at that time To challenge you again."

Mo Jinlan took out a piece of gold leaf from his pocket and threw it at Chu Yunyao with an extremely arrogant tone, "This is my letter of challenge, see you in the barracks in a week.

If you don't dare to fight, you can admit defeat now, as long as you stay away from Mr. Yun, ride a horse around the streets and alleys of Jincheng, and say that you are a loose woman, I will let you go.

Miss Ben has practiced hard for two months in seclusion, and she doesn't believe that she can't beat you this time. "

Chu Yunyao raised her hand to catch the gold leaf and held it in her palm: "What if you lose?"

Mo Jinlan looked conceited: "It's impossible for me to lose. There are so many people in the Mohist army camp. I'm not like you, and I can't afford to lose such a big face."

After finishing speaking, she threw a piece of silver and walked out of Yunlai Pavilion with the green hat in her hand.

As in the past, he rode on the horse and headed towards the barracks in a rampage.

All the way to Mo Lingyuan's study unimpeded, threw the green gauze cap in front of him, and said provocatively: "Brother, I specially bought this from Yunlai Pavilion for you.

The summer is scorching, the sun is like fire, and it is just cool to wear on your head. "