The next day, Lan Yiling decided to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to play for a few days, and by the way, he would dry that master and let him reflect on it.

Man, you just can't get used to it!

So when Wei Chengfeng went to the morning court, he slipped out of the house, and the guards naturally didn't dare to stop him, nodding and only looking forward to this Mo making it difficult.

It's a pity that Lan Yiling won't let them down, standing at the door, his eyes swept one by one, and finally stopped at Wang Bin, who had the straightest waist and the most paralyzed face.

"Prepare a carriage, you, as a coachman."

Wang Bin put on a dead face and said coldly, "The slave is only responsible for the gatekeeping of the palace, and the young lady needs the coachman to have his own palace to provide." ”

At this time, it was naturally indispensable for the evil slave to speak and shout, so Yueyue stepped forward to help her notorious young lady, "You are so bold! Dare not listen to the young lady's orders. ”

"What's going on?"

Behind him, Qiuru's voice came.

The guards saluted, "Steward Qiu." ”

"Aunt Qiu."

Lan Yiling took the initiative and hugged her arm to be coquettish.

"Ling'er sees that this guard brother looks very secure, and wants him to be a coachman, isn't it?"

That face is paralyzed and looks very safe, will it be because of this reason that Wei Chengfeng wants him to be the door god?

Definitely!

The "Ice Sculpture Shadow II" guarding the door of the study that day

Isn't that what that's the way it is?

"Of course, Miss can do whatever she wants."

Qiu Ru looked at the person who was coquettish like a daughter on her arm and said lovingly, and then instructed Wang Bin, "If Miss has any orders in the future, you just have to obey, you know?" ”

"Yes!"

Lan Yiling had been observing him, catching an unwilling look as she had expected.

Sure enough, it's a little arrogant, but my sister's favorite thing is to tame beasts!

Hmph, facial paralyzed beast, you just wait to take it!

...... "Hey, what's your name?" ”

"Wang Bin."

"Wang Bin, this name is quite arbitrary."

“……”

"And where are you from? What do parents do? ”

“……”

"Hey, what about you! It seems rude not to answer. ”

“…… Jizhou, both parents died. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Lan Yiling stuck out his tongue.

“……”

Alas, could this person have become like this because of the distortion of his mind due to the early death of his parents?

…… The carriage stopped at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Zhang Quan, the new butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion, immediately greeted him.

"Welcome back to the second lady!"

"Uncle Quan, did my father go to the court?"

Lan Yiling asked as he walked inside.

Zhang Quan wiped a handful of sweat from the corners of his forehead, as "real"

replied, "The old man is 'sick' again, and he has been resting in the house for the past few days!" ”

"My dad is really 'frail and sickly'! You instructed the dining room to cook more ginseng soup and send it to him, and said that I, as a daughter, hope for his speedy recovery! ”

These three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, oh no, it is a style of two days of fishing and three days of drying nets, and you can still sit firmly in the position of the head of the hundred officials, should you say that the hundred officials are too tolerant or the emperor is too loving?

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Quan said yes again and again.

"Oh yes! Uncle Quan, you ordered someone to prepare a guest room for him to live in. There are also horse-drawn carriages, which are also placed in the house. ”

After Lan Yiling finished speaking, he looked at Wang Bin, who had been standing beside the carriage, "Wang Bin, you will live in the Prime Minister's Mansion for the past few days." ”

"Yes...... The slave just lives in the man's room. ”

Wang Bin was a little surprised by Lan Yiling's arrangement, but he didn't forget his identity.

Lan Yiling walked in front of him and said solemnly, "Wang Bin, you remember, I don't care what your identity is in the palace, but you have never been a slave in front of me. ”

Lan Yiling would not have thought that his words would change his life.

Wang Bin looked at the little woman in front of him who was only up to his shoulder in a daze, and her words kept echoing in his mind: [You have never been a slave in front of me].

I really can't imagine that a rude and willful young lady would say such a thing.