Mo Lingyuan was very satisfied with Chu Yunyao's appearance, straightened up, and looked at Bao'er: "If the young lady is not feeling well later, you must immediately help the young lady go back to the room to rest, and then come and tell me, remember? "
Bao'er chicken nodded like pecking rice: "Remember, remember!"
She will always remember everything that is good to the young lady.
Only then did Mo Lingyuan reluctantly let go of Chu Yunyao, and with his long legs, he walked in the direction of the group of gentlemen who were waiting together.
As soon as Mo Lingyuan left, the frightening coercion disappeared, and the ladies felt that their backs were straighter and they felt more relaxed.
Young Marshal Mo's aura that he experienced on the battlefield and in the rain of blood on the mountain of corpses is not something that anyone can bear casually.
Bao'er took these people to the round table behind the screen and sat down. Standing beside Chu Yunyao, she quickly made a cup of scented tea, placed it in front of Chu Yunyao, and made a cup for all the noble wives. .
One of the noble ladies is a discerning lady. She picked up the cup of tea with her fingers wearing several emerald gemstones, took a sip, and looked at Chu Yunyao: "Is this the famous peach blossom wine in Yunlaike?"
Chu Yunyao nodded: "Exactly!"
"I'm a frequent visitor to Yunlaike. I heard that the secret recipe of this peach blossom wine was prepared by the young lady herself. It can beautify the skin, so I keep patronizing." She touched her cheek: "After drinking it for two years, it's really delicious. It's extremely effective, my face looks much better than it did two years ago."
Chu Yunyao complimented casually: "Mrs. Wang is naturally beautiful."
When Madam Wang heard Chu Yunyao's praise, she started talking, "Compared to Young Madam, I'm far behind. When I was young, although I was not as beautiful as Young Madam, I was still considered a beautiful woman. Yes, when I first married into the Wang family, I lived a fairy-like life with my husband.
When I saw Young Marshal Mo and Young Madam coming down the stairs just now, I remembered how my master and I were when we were young. "
As she spoke, she let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that the good times don't last long, no matter how good-looking she is, she will grow old one day, and young and juicy girls pop up one after another like leeks.
I saw the newcomers laughing, but I heard the old ones cry. "
Bao'er, who was standing by the side, instantly guessed what Mrs. Wang was going to say next. She resisted the swear words she wanted to swear, and rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Chu Yunyao didn't respond, she lowered her eyes in silence, picked up the teacup in front of her and quietly tasted the peach blossom brew.
Mrs. Wang coughed slightly in embarrassment, and winked at the sisters sitting at the table one by one.
Forced by Mo Lingyuan's warning, a few less courageous young wives, like Chu Yunyao, picked up the teacups on the table and drank tea as if they hadn't seen it, and didn't want to talk to Mrs. Wang.
Everyone brought only one, or at most two girls, but Mrs. Wang was lucky enough to bring three beautiful girls.
Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.
If that's the case, let Mrs. Wang show the limelight.
But there are always some people in this world who like to be self-righteous, Madam Yang, who was sitting next to Madam Wang, nodded frequently when she saw this, and said: "Sister Wang is right, this kind of sad feeling is only understood by those of us who have been here.
If I knew this earlier, I should have listened to my mother and prepared for a rainy day..."
There was a faint smile on the corner of Chu Yunyao's lips, she was too lazy to play charades with these two people, so she simply guided them to say the following words together, "How to plan ahead?"