"Don't don't, master, the slave is wrong, doesn't the slave know it's wrong? Kill the minions! Seeing this, Ming Yi and Xiaoyin immediately forgave him.

"Humph! This time, I will spare you two little hooves, and if you dare to talk nonsense in the future, see if I will spare you. Yan Ziruo withdrew his fist and said angrily.

"The slaves don't dare to talk nonsense, because the slaves are telling the truth." Xiaoyin spit out her pink tongue and muttered quietly.

"Xiaoyin, what did you say?" Yan Ziruo looked at him threateningly.

"Oh, master, it's almost too late, and I haven't found a suitable headdress to wear, how can this be good?" At this time, Ming Yi suddenly saw that Ye'er's head was empty, and immediately exclaimed in a panic, "Master, don't you really have any hair accessories?" The city lord has finally come back once, you must dress up beautifully, and the city lord will come over often in the future, think about it. Ming Yi asked eagerly as he rummaged through the messy pieces of jewelry on the dresser again.

"Yes, yes, master, you tell the slave, and the slave will help you get it." When Xiaoyin heard Mingyi's words, she couldn't care about her poor mouth, and became anxious.

"All my ornaments are here, and there is nothing else to hide." Yan Ziruo was troubled by the two waiters, but the tension in his heart was gone, "Okay, don't be busy, the ones on the table are already very good, come and help me put them on." ”

"That's all it can be." Ming Yi had no choice but to think about it for a while, so she had to helplessly pick up the two most haode hair ornaments, put them on Yan Ziruo, and chattered dissatisfiedly, "No, master, Ming'er, the slaves have to accompany you to the street to buy some beautiful jewelry, you see, your dignified big waiter in the city of freedom only has so many pieces of jewelry, it's too cold, so how can you do it?" ”

Yan Ziruo also felt that Ming Yi was reasonable, although he didn't care about these things outside his body, but after all, he was the big waiter of the city lord, if he lost his face too casually, it would be a big matter, and if he lost the face of his wife, it would be a big matter.

"It's okay, let's ask a few other brothers and brothers to go shopping on the street tomorrow." Yan Ziruo said gently.

"Master, grandfather, the city lord is here, and he has already arrived in the courtyard." At this time, a waiter who was waiting outside hurriedly ran in and reported loudly and happily.

"What, so fast? Xiaoyin hurry up and help, hurry up, didn't the husband give the master a bottle of perfume last time, quickly spray it on the master. Ming Yi immediately became anxious when he heard this, and urged.

Hearing this, Xiaoyin hurriedly took a bottle of golden perfume from the dresser, and quickly sprayed it vigorously on Yan Ziruo's body a few times.

"Okay, that's it, the city lord is coming into the house, you guys quickly clean up the table." Feeling the familiar footsteps outside the house, Yan Ziruo hurriedly commanded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Feimeng had already stood outside the door and lightly slammed the door twice on the open door.

"May I come in?" Liu Feimeng's unique indifferent voice sounded immediately.

"City Lord, please come in!" Hearing this, Yan Ziruo hurriedly came out of the inner room, stepped forward, and bowed: "Ziruo sees his wife!" ”

"Slaves and others see the city lord, the city lord is blessed!" The attendants in the room immediately knelt down and saluted.

"Get up!" Liu Feimeng said, then helped Yan Ziruo up with her own hands, and said softly: "Ziruo we are husband and wife, you don't need to be so polite every time, except for formal occasions in the future, you don't have to salute when you see me." ”