Seeing Hongluo's actions like this, where is there anything she doesn't understand? She just glanced at Ying'er in disbelief, her eyes were full of shame of being deceived, but when she saw that Ying'er had already bowed her head and knelt down one step ahead of her, she didn't dare to delay any longer, and knelt down in front of the bed with a "poof". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Hongluo still reached out and took it off Luo Huanyan's neck, and ordered without looking back: "Haosheng put it away for Miss, don't let people look at it." ”

Although Chenshuang was apprehensive, he didn't dare to say much, hurriedly held the silk with both hands, and got up to find the previous brocade box and put it in.

After the morning frost was cleaned up, Hongluo said in a deep voice: "When I returned to Beijing and left you to serve by Miss's side, I saw that you were older than Miss, and you have been by my side for many years, so it should always be safe, but I didn't expect it to be ......."

Before Hongluo finished speaking, Shen Sheng knelt down again, and said aggrievedly with tears: "The slave maid also wants to protect the young lady, and she used to be inseparable, but at that time, there were few people on the boat, and there was chaos on the dock, so the young lady sent the slave and maid to check, and when the kung fu slave came back for a while, the prince and his guard were already in the cabin of the young lady!"

Speaking of this, Chenshuang was also full of grievances, so he crackled and said: "When the slave came back, the young lady still stopped the slave and the maid from entering the cabin, and only said that she wanted to rest by herself, and then she couldn't hide it before the slave and maid knew." ”

Chenshuang shed tears as he spoke, which showed that he was also angry and anxious at the beginning. At this time, he said with palpitations: "Auntie doesn't know, the life of the Marquis of Jinxiang at that time was hanging by a thread, and it was even more dangerous than Miss today, and Miss was bent on saving people, where could the slave and maid stop it, and I was afraid that the rumors would ruin Miss's reputation." ”

Ying'er was also on the side at this time to help argue: "Miss said that it is for the sake of Miss Jingzhi's face, and she can't save her only brother if she dies, and the slaves and maids can't do anything." ”

Speaking of which, Hongluo can be regarded as having completely figured out the cause and effect, but it is useless to talk about the past now, but there are words with these two girls, but they can't be explained, and they can't help but sigh long.

Seeing this, Chenshuang took two steps forward and whispered: "Although Miss doesn't have any other thoughts, it would be great if Miss could marry the son." ”

As soon as Chenshuang's words fell, he was glared at by Hongluo fiercely, and coldly reprimanded: "What do you know? The Hou Shizi of Jinxiang is the only grandson of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess Huining, and he is the nephew of the Holy Lord.

After speaking, he sighed and said: "Besides, I don't know if he has that mind, even if he does, it is difficult to guarantee that he does not want to carry the young lady into the mansion to be small!

Chenshuang and Ying'er had never thought about this, and when they heard Hongluo's words, they turned pale with fright, but they didn't know what to do......

Seeing this, Hongluo sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "Stop at this time, Miss is right, everything is rotten in the bottom of my heart, don't mention it again." Speaking of this, Hongluo paused, frowned, and said: "If yes, come again, just come back and forth to me, I have something to say." ”

Ying'er and Chenshuang were really relieved when they heard this, this secret was buried in their hearts, if there was no today's thing, it would have passed, but today's arrival of Hou Shizi of Jinxiang really made the two of them deeply uneasy, and now it would be better for Hongluo to take over.

Hongluo said a few words, and when he saw Ying'er and Chenshuang's relieved appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "The days to come will be long, don't mention this jade matter to Miss, it's not too late to look at it later." ”

Chenshuang nodded when she heard this, but then hesitated: "Miss looks like this now, maybe this jade is ......."

Chenshuang didn't finish speaking, how could Hongluo not know what she meant, and thought for a while: "I remember that Miss has a string of Buddha beads, you go and get it and press it under Miss's pillow, maybe it will be of some use, and the Buddha beads have also been opened in Daxiangguo Temple." ”

Morning Frost has no reason, Hongluo saw that Morning Frost went to get Buddha beads, so he called Ying'er to get up and sent her back to the kitchen to help.

The matter has been taken over by Hongluo, Ying'er has nothing to worry about, and seeing that Hongluo did not punish her, she happily withdrew. Hongluo looked at Luo Huanyan's sleeping face, but sighed again......

If the Hou Shizi of Jinxiang really proposed to the lord to accept the young, what should his own young lady do? Or if the old man married the young lady out at will for other reasons, and then broke out today's events in the future, what should be done?

Hongluo fell into deep worry, but she didn't know that she was not the only one who was so worried, Mo Wen did not go far from Luofu, only hid in the dark across the street from Luofu, and waited for Jingyun to come out before quietly returning to Jinxiang Hou's Mansion.

Mo Yan and Mo Wen are not servants of the Marquis of Jinxiang, but the eight guards given by the emperor to the eldest princess of Huining, and they also have hereditary titles, although they are not slaves comparable to each other.

The two lived in the Jinxiang Marquis's mansion, and in order to facilitate the two to protect Jingyun, not far from Jingyun's courtyard, there was also a separate courtyard to live in, with maids and servants to serve.

Mo Wen returned to the courtyard and found that Mo Yan was not in the room, and Mo Wen had no intention of looking for his whereabouts, so he took care of himself and found the shirt that had already been torn into a few pieces, and fell on the kang to recall the bits and pieces of the boat at the beginning, and recalled Luo Huanyan's smile......

Gradually, Mo Wen made a decision in his heart, if the prince married her, he would bury everything in his heart, and only protect the two of them wholeheartedly, if the prince had another marriage, he would only wait for the prince to marry and leave the Jinxiang Hou Mansion!

Although he is only a five-grade thousand-thousand-household, he has to find a half-official position at the border and spend some effort to be promoted...... It shouldn't be difficult...... But even if you are desperate, it is difficult to climb to the third grade in a short time......

I don't know if Luo Shilang will be able to put his little military attache in his eyes, and whether the beautiful woman will be able to wait for him to come to the door to ask for marriage? For a while, thoughts came flooding around, and it was difficult to sleep after a thousand turns.

Somehow, I thought that Jing Yun said earlier that His Royal Highness's request for marriage was near, was it Miss Luofu, or someone else? If it was someone else, would the prince carry her into the mansion first to be an aunt's side room? What should he do then?

The more Mo Wen thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he actually got up with a "whoosh" and held the shirt in his hand and rubbed it carefully, but Mo Yan pushed the door in at this time, and saw Mo Wen sitting on the kang holding a rag clothes, and couldn't help but smile and asked: "Could it be that your mother moved the needle and thread for you again?" or ......?"

Mo Yan didn't doubt it, he knew that Mo asked him to dance with knives and guns, and threading needles was a joke, although he had sewn two pairs of socks and two shirts for Mo Yan since he was a child, none of them could be put on, let alone wear them out. When I saw Mo Wen holding a shirt with obvious cracks, I couldn't help but joke.