But, but, she still has her father Yun Xiaofeng.

She also has her father Yun Xiaofeng......

Yun Xiaofeng in the hands of Di Zhifu and Xu Zhixian.

She didn't forget how her father's county position was obtained.

It was a deal, a deal that she had given herself up for.

followed the old lady to the capital, how could she gain a firm foothold in the back house of the capital if she was not a relative or a guest? Is it just this deed with the old lady?

Yun Luo is not a fool, even if the old lady is loved, with her family background, she can't have a great transformation, so what can she use to maintain her father under the betrayal of his promise?

Is Mrs. Fan's favor?

Or try your luck in the capital?

I'm afraid I can't wait for her to break out of the way, her father has already had an accident.

Officialdom is overturned, even if Mrs. Fan is prominent and cares, she will be helpless, right?

What's more, Mrs. Fan is just a woman in the backyard, how can she reach out and interfere with the torrent of officialdom?

It's better to wait for the concubine to pass, and you can get out of the way.

All kinds of thoughts came to him, but in an instant, Yun Luo had already figured it out, solemnly stopped, and squatted down deeply with his knees bent: "The old lady is very grateful for her care, but her mother died early, and her father was widowed, and only Yun Luo was dependent on each other, if ...... Yun Luo is gone...... Daddy......"

Speaking of emotion, Yun Luo couldn't help choking.

Filial piety is like this, and it is not just a matter of weighing interests......

She really can't bear her father!

Old Madam Fan's eyes darkened, and she was immediately full of pity, and after a long sigh, she stretched out her hand to help Yunluo in person.

"What a good boy who is filial......" said Yun Luo burst into tears.

Didn't Mrs. Fan know Yun Luo's situation?

The two of them continued to walk forward silently, and Peony followed far behind with a solemn face.

After sending Mrs. Fan to the house, Yun Luo suppressed the bitterness in his heart, tried his best to show a calm and calm smile, and retired after meticulously finishing the salute.

Looking at her stagnant figure, Mrs. Fan was thoughtful.

"Old lady, the slave and maid serve you and rest." Peony cleverly supported her, breaking the silence of the room......

"Originally, thinking that Yu'er was short of someone who knew cold and hot, this girl won my heart, and put it by her side for a few days, and rationing Yu'er was also considered to have fulfilled this relationship. Unexpectedly, she is also a backbone ......" Old Madam Fan's words became lower and lower, until she sighed.

But where did Peony dare to answer as a girl.

Young Master Yu? The eldest son and grandson of Fan's house.

Matched to be an aunt? There are no such rules in the Fan Mansion.

Married to be a wife? The eldest lady is not easy to get along with, and she can't look down on the origin of the daughter of Yunluo County.

What's more, Young Master Yu's wife will preside over the middle feed in the future, even if there is an old lady who is biased, the eldest lady will fight for it with reason.

Besides, whether Young Master Yu is happy to accept Yun Luo or not, it is still two words.

Such words can only float through the heart, and it is absolutely impossible to say them.

Peony showed a look of pity: "In the end, Miss Yun can't bear her father." ”

Family affection is filial piety, this topic is the safest.

"Hmm." Mrs. Fan closed her eyes tiredly, waved her hand, and leaned back on the couch to pretend to sleep.

In the silence, the peony quietly retreated.

A moment later, the corners of Old Madam Fan's eyes seemed to flicker.

The hand that was no longer young tightly grasped a jade pendant at his waist.

After a long time, there was a gloomy and heavy sigh, muttered in a low voice, and came and went......

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At night, there was a deep silence.

Zheng Jian led Snow Shadow and stopped at the door of a house under the name of the Cao Gang in Guanlin Town.

The door was dark, and there was not a single ray of light shining through.

Is it an empty house?

Or is it because of something else?

In the dark night, the silence was so dead that you could not even hear the cries of night terrors and the barking of dogs.

Such a weirdness, with an unusual tension.

Zheng Jian's tiger eyes condensed slightly, and his eardrums felt the sound of a man's sleepy beast-like snort in the air, and he couldn't help but reward a snow shadow that burst his tail and shook his tail, and then showed a childlike smile.

It's all up to my nose, it's up to me!

Snow Shadow just wanted to make a snoring sound to express her feelings, but the current environment did not allow it to make a sound, so she could only suppress the resistance all over her body, and raised her claws into the air to express her indignation.

! Can you catch those bunnies with a dead dog?

Zheng Jian pursed his lips disdainfully.

Without my nose, you're not idling around here? Why else would the boss pick me up? The snow shadow instantly broke through Zheng Jian's death hole.

Zheng Jian didn't admit that Snow Shadow's words were true.

Ignoring the fangs and claws beside him, he just took out a piccolo from his sleeve and brought it to his mouth, playing a sharp and short sound.

Sharp and short, short and sharp.

Spooky, yet creepy.

However, in an instant, fifty men in black appeared from a distance, all dressed in strong clothes, strong in shape, with bright eyes, but without a single sound.

Fifty men in black silently appeared like a tide, what a strange scene? Snow Shadow shrugged her nose to indicate that the Great War was coming.

As soon as Zheng Jian made a gesture, three men with the head came out of the line, gathered around Zheng Jian, and respectfully watched Zheng Jian's gesture to assign tasks.

After the three of them understood their task, they gestured to Zheng Jian's jaw.

The whole process was just a blink of an eye, quietly, no one spoke, and from beginning to end, it was just an exchange of eyes and gestures.

Without hesitation, the three leading people each turned around and led their men and horses to the front door, the back door, and the side door.

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