An Yiran's hand shook, the broom fell to the ground, she squatted down in a little panic, picked up the broom that fell on the ground, and then pretended to stand up calmly, looking directly at Song Moyu who was slowly walking towards her in front of her.

He was dressed in plain brocade casual clothes today, with a bit of handsomeness between his eyebrows, and his deep obsidian pupils exuded a deep light, with a somewhat terrifying aura.

His facial features are angular, his nose is high, and his face is cold and handsome, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it, but his characterless quality really makes An Yiran dare not compliment.

What about being handsome? The heart is black, and it cannot be washed white.

An Yiran thought indignantly in her heart, she tried her best to pretend to be unyielding, and glared at Song Moyu with stubborn eyes.

Although she is now under the roof of others, she must not lose her momentum, and she must straighten her waist and be a good person.

"Nope! This girl has always worked very hard, how dare she speak ill of Your Highness? An Yiran saw Song Moyu approaching, and immediately changed to a flattering expression, and said with a flattering smile.

Judging from her current situation, she can still bend and stretch, filling her stomach is the most important thing, and her backbone and face can only be put aside first.

"Oh? Could it be that I have an ear block? Did you hear it wrong? Song Moyu raised his eyebrows lightly, stared at An Yiran's delicate and fair face, and said meaningfully.

"That's right, Your Highness, you heard me wrong, this girl will do her best to clean this yard spotlessly and beg you to have a hot meal." An Yiran finished complimenting, didn't say more, directly avoided Song Moyu, and walked away to clean up carefully.

She didn't dare to say another word to him, anyway, she would be sarcastically ridiculed by him anyway, it was better to keep her mouth shut, ask for a quiet ear, and fight for a hot meal.

"Lin Shen, didn't this king let you rest today? What are you doing here? Someone can clean it, so go and rest! Practice more martial arts, read more, and don't compete with girls! Song Moyu ordered Lin Shen with a serious gaze.

"However, Miss An has too much work to do, and she can't do it alone." Lin Shen said worriedly, and set his eyes on An Yiran, who was working seriously over there.

"You are so considerate and feel sorry for her, do you want to marry her?" Song Moyu narrowed his eyes and asked in a strange tone.

An Yiran, who was standing on the side, held the broom handle tightly with both hands, listened to it with itchy teeth, and scolded Song Moyu countless times in her heart.

He doesn't leave her with a way to live now, and even Lin Shen's help has to be exploited, he really doesn't deserve to be a gentleman!

"Then Lin Shen will practice martial arts, and don't disturb Miss An's work here." Lin Shen had no choice but to obey Song Moyu's order and leave with a broom.

As soon as Lin Shen walked away, Song Moyu put on a harsh master's posture and pointed at An Yiran: "Look at your working attitude, I'm afraid you're pampered on weekdays, right?" This king will discipline you well for your father and mother today! ”

"Hehe, don't bother Your Highness, work on this matter, practice and practice, you better go back to the house and rest first! It's dusty outside, so don't stain your body. An Yiran smiled reluctantly, gritting her teeth at Song Moyu in her heart, she really wanted to pick up the broom in her hand and beat him violently at this moment, otherwise she would be indignant in her heart.

"No need! This king's body is not so delicate, so it is more reassuring to stay here and stare at you. Song Moyu turned around and walked to the edge of the corridor, sat down on the armrest with confidence, clasped his hands to his chest, and put on a stern supervision posture.

"Your Highness, it's not good that you've been wasting your time here, Sister Ali has been looking forward to your arrival a few days ago! If you are free today, it is better to go into the house and catch up with her than to vacuum with me, right? An Yiran tried all kinds of reasons to drive Song Moyu away.

Otherwise, it would be very unsightly for him to stay here, and she was so upset that she couldn't even concentrate on her work, and was always worried that he would give her another problem.

"No need, Ah Li is not in the Beijing suburb courtyard today, I asked her to go to the nearby Yuguan Nunnery to give porridge to those poor people, anyway, I have nothing to do today, it is better to see if this courtyard is clean here." Song Moyu didn't move, and used all kinds of words to block An Yiran, who wanted to drive him away.

An Yiran's heart was full of helplessness, thousands of waves rushed by, it turned out that Song Moyu came prepared, knowing that if Su Qianli was there at this time, he would definitely intercede for her, so he had already taken her away, in order to completely torture An Yiran.

An Yiran cleaned the yard with a discouraged heart, raised her eyes to look at the empty courtyard, and felt desperate in her heart, she could finally understand the feeling of Hotaru being punished by her brother to clean the yard, she decided to return to Xizhou in the future, she must keep to herself, be a good man, and never be punished by her good maid Hotaru again.

She is a person who can't stay silent for a long time, and her heart is extremely restless, so she changed her strategy, thinking that if it can't be hard, then attack her heart!

She thought about it carefully, showed a curious and meaningful smile on her face, and mustered up the courage to gossip about Song Moyu and asked, "Your Highness, do you like Sister Ali?" ”

"I like it." Song Moyu didn't think about it, nodded directly, and answered two words simply.

"In this way, you and Sister Ali are in love? Will you marry her in the future? An Yiran asked further, her heart was full of curiosity, and she especially wanted to know what Song Moyu was thinking.

She stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at the change in expression on his face.

Finding that his face gradually turned from tenderness to gloom, he was silent for a long time and did not answer, but lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

An Yiran sensed through his eyes that he was preoccupied, presumably because he was hurting his difficult relationship with Su Qianli.

She vaguely guessed that although the two were in love, the secular class concept made the love between them difficult.

At this moment, An Yiran felt inexplicably sorry for these two people, thinking about how painful it would be if two people who love each other can't stay together for a lifetime.

Because of the so-called secular class concept, he couldn't get the person he wanted, so he could only accept the arrangement of the emperor's order and marry the daughter of a noble official.

An Yiran's mind resurfaced Song Mohan's pleasing face, as long as she thought of him, she felt warm, since she came to Beijing, the only thing that made her feel happy was the encounter with Song Mohan in Beijing that day.

At this moment, she thought to herself: Is the man she wants to stay with for the rest of her life in the future be Song Mohan?

Thinking about it, her two cheeks were unconsciously dyed with some redness, faintly revealing her daughter's Xiaochun heart.

"If you have the kung fu to care about these things, you might as well clean the yard quickly, I don't think you need lunch?" Song Moyu's serious voice suddenly broke An Yiran's beautiful fantasy, and when she was falling into Sichun, she was brutally beaten back to reality.

An Yiran was full of bitterness, and continued to work silently, doing her best to complete Song Moyu's punishment of her, and swallowed her anger to accept Song Moyu's difficult fingers at her.

She was busy until noon passed for a long time, and then she finished the work tiringly, but fortunately, Song Moyu didn't really ask her to clean it up, and ordered someone to prepare a sumptuous lunch for her.

An Yiran sat alone on the stone platform outside the dining room, enjoying the sumptuous lunch in front of her with peace of mind, holding a large chicken leg with delicious meat and pouring sesame oil in her hand and nibbling to her heart's content.

After Song Moyu supervised her, she didn't even eat lunch, so she hurried back to Beijing, and when she left, she also told Chang Feng to stay and watch An Yiran, and he only took Lin Shen away.

When An Yiran enjoyed lunch to the fullest and felt physically and mentally comfortable, Chang Feng came to her again, An Yiran stopped eating, stared at him suspiciously, and once again had an ominous premonition in her heart.

"Miss An, don't panic, finish lunch first." After Chang Feng finished speaking this sentence in a soft tone, he stood quietly to the side and stared at An Yiran's eating movements.

An Yiran didn't believe that Chang Feng just came to watch her eat, and there must have been an order conveyed to her.

"You're standing here, how can I eat? It's okay, you tell me first, what problem did your master give me again? An Yiran put down the chicken leg in a nervous mood, sat up straight, and stared nervously at Chang Feng, who wanted to speak and stopped.

"I'm afraid...... I'm afraid that if you talk about it, you won't be able to eat. Chang Feng looked at her with pity, and sighed silently for her again in his heart.

"If you don't talk about it, I won't be able to eat, so let's talk! Whether it's asking me to clean the house or make a cow or a horse, I'll take it. An Yiran's face was full of promise.

Ever since she had cleaned the whole courtyard today, she felt that no matter how big things were, it would not be difficult for her.

As it turned out, she was wrong again, and Chang Feng's next words were the most thunderbolt and the most devastating to her.

"Your Highness said that since you are now living in this suburb of Beijing, you should abide by the rules so that you will not lose face when you go out, so... So let you copy the "Book of Virtues" fifty times, and..."

Before Chang Feng's words fell, An Yiran shouted in shock: "Fifty times??? ”

"Chang Feng hasn't finished talking yet! Your Highness has asked you to hand over these fifty times to him tomorrow morning for his own reading, and he still needs to memorize it in person. ”

An Yiran instantly felt a buzzing pain in her brain, let alone say it fifty times, ten times it would kill her, and she had to memorize it, and it had to be completed by tomorrow morning, so she wouldn't let people live?

"It's... Can I move out? I have no virtue and no talent, I am really ashamed of your master's face, I think I should leave on my own! In this way, it will not block your master! The corners of An Yiran's mouth twitched, and she kept wailing in her heart.

At this moment, her only thought was to escape from the Beijing suburb courtyard, she really didn't want to stay and accept inhuman torture, it was too painful!

"That, His Highness still said......" Chang Feng's words were not finished, and he was interrupted by An Yiran again.

"What else did your Highness say? After speaking at one time, my little heart was shocked by Your Highness, and I couldn't bear it! ”

What An Yiran is most afraid of hearing now is that Chang Feng said the sentence again, "Your Highness still said ......"

That's a magic sound!