Chu Chuyan thought for a while: "It can be destroyed to a frightening extent, it seems that it should be completely disfigured, and it is probably considered a good craftsmanship, so it has been staying in the mansion."
Mo Siyu leaned closer to Chu Chuyan's ear: "So I think there are only two possibilities for the weirdness in this mansion:
First, the high priest didn't like women at all, and was misogynistic, so the entire mansion was almost full of men. "
As soon as the words fell, Chu Chuyan vetoed it: "Impossible, when the high priest was only the son-in-law of the dealer, he had an entangled relationship with the former holy daughter Min Huizhu.
Besides, I have never heard that the high priest is so masculine and has a habit of breaking his sleeves. "
Mo Siyu said again: "Then there is only the second possibility. He has deeply hurt his wife in the relationship between men and women. He wants to make up for something."
Chu Chuyan was silent for a moment, put his palm on her waist, rubbed it for her, and said lightly: "I don't know much about Yuecheng either."
Mo Siyu was about to say something, but the door of the guest room was pushed open with a "creak" from the outside.
The two turned their heads and saw the counselor standing at the door.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, counselor Zhuang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, but he did not expect that the two were even closer than the outside rumors said.
The two of them crossed their necks and got very close. Chu Chuyan propped one arm on the low couch, and the other fell on Mr. Yu's waist. Mr. Yu's face was almost touching Chu Chuyan's. He almost bit Chu Chuyan's ear.
The relationship between these two people is so close, it seems that those rumors outside should be true.
Mr. Chu was so angry that he became blue face, even the young master of Lie's family did not hesitate to offend.
Zhuang Qingyun coughed twice uncomfortably: "It's time for a stick of incense, the two of you can go back to the warm room with me, the high priest is waiting for you."
Mo Siyu noticed that Zhuang Qingyun's face seemed a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know why he had that expression, as if he accidentally broke the adulterous relationship between men and women.
Mo Siyu didn't think too much, and immediately got up from the low couch, followed Zhuang Qingyun to the direction of the warm room, and asked straightforwardly: "I just heard from the butler that the old woman who cooks in your house is disfigured and a bit scary, why don't you change it?" drop her?"
Zhuang Qingyun's eyes flickered: "Who did Doctor Yu listen to?"
"Of course it's your housekeeper." Mo Siyu complained slightly in his tone: "I rode a horse all the way today, and my back hurts. I want the housekeeper to arrange for a little lady to come over and rub my legs and beat my back. .
What did you say that there is only one disfigured old woman in your mansion who is a woman, and the rest are all men, and you were afraid that the old woman would scare me when she came over, so you simply refused to agree to my request. "
Zhuang Qingyun said in a deep voice: "The old man is the nanny who brought up the eldest lady since she was a child, and the lady likes to eat the food she cooks, so she stays in the mansion all the time.
Although her face was disfigured, the high priest always remembered this old love and kept her old man cooking in the mansion. "
Mo Siyu: "I see!"
When we arrived at the conservatory, the guard was already waiting at the door, and he still looked at Mo Siyu with a bit of sternness and complaint.
Mo Siyu didn't care either, and grabbed the guard's wrist with a smile, seeing that the redness and swelling on it had disappeared, and the blackened place where it was pierced had turned light red.
He rolled the guard's eyelids again, and after seeing the guard's tongue, he stepped in the door.
He glanced at the bed, and wanted to see the person lying on the bed, but was completely blocked by the high priest's tall body.