Now that the words have come to this, let's not let go of a suspense, let's take a look at the grievances and grievances between the eldest young master of the Luo family and the young lady of the Luo family over there.

It was late at night, everyone in the house fell asleep, Zhang Queying's girl Mo Yu waited at the door of Luofu for a long time and didn't see Luo Yunhua come back, so she had to go back to report Zhang Queying, Zhang Queying was angry and anxious, walking around the house, refusing to fall asleep. When Mo Yu on the side saw it, he stepped forward and said:

"Madam, let's go to sleep today, the young master may have been delayed in the court today, Madame knows, it is an eventful time now, such things are common, if Madam really has something, it will not be too late to talk about it tomorrow."

Zhang Queying snorted coldly:

"What do you know, if you give that Murong Xuanyun a chance, go to the young master to sue me first, now that she has the appearance of pretending to be sick, the young master will inevitably not be soft-hearted, and I will be in trouble at that time."

"How could Madame think like this, please think about it carefully, before Murong Juejun fell ill, the young master rarely went to her house, just spoiled Madame alone, not to mention her current appearance, how could the young master go to him, Madame, why don't you rest today, it just so happens that tomorrow the young master will take annual leave, and it is not impossible for Madam to go to the young master tomorrow."

Zhang Qiying listened to Mo Yu's words, and sneered in her heart, Murong Xuanjun, I will sweep you out of the house sooner or later, you just wait for me slowly. At the same time, I couldn't help but take a few more glances at this ink rain girl, it seems that she is a person who can be used. Although she thought so in her heart, Zhang Queying said with a fake look on her face:

"Okay, you Moyu girl, is the name of the eldest lady that people like you can shout at will, you haven't understood the rules for so long in Luofu? If the next time I hear you disrespectful to the master of the mansion like this, be careful that I tear your mouth apart! ”

Mo Yu couldn't help but be shocked when she heard Zhang Queying's sudden reproach, and hurriedly looked up at this incomprehensible master, but saw Zhang Queying with a mocking smile on her face, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and replied:

"Yes, madam, Mo Yu knows that he is wrong, and Mo Yu will definitely not do it again in the future. Please also ask Mrs. to let Mo Yu serve you to sleep, Mo Yu sees that Mrs. is really tired today, and she will rest well tonight, and tomorrow Mrs. will be able to serve the young master. ”

"It's fine."

After Zhang Qiying fell asleep, Mo Yu gently withdrew from the house, and after carefully closing the door, Mo Yu looked at the door for a while, I'm sorry Mrs., Mo Yu is just to protect himself, he has to hurt you, I hope I made the right choice this time.

For some reason, Basho's face suddenly appeared in Mo Yu's mind, and a biting chill immediately rose behind Mo Yu, she turned back suddenly, only to see all kinds of plum trees in the yard with teeth and claws, against the backdrop of the dark night, it seemed extraordinarily infiltrating, Basho's scream seemed to sound in his ears again, the more Mo Yu thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he ran to the side house where he lived, and quickly closed the door, leaning his back against the door, and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Mo Yu lit the candle, and the very familiar scene in the side room was presented in front of Mo Yu again, Basho didn't know where to be dragged to deal with it, but Basho's things were still in this side room, as if Basho had never left, Mo Yu and Basho entered Luofu together, and they have been taking care of each other and supporting each other, and now Basho is gone, Mo Yu's heart is unspeakably uncomfortable, in the tense atmosphere of the day, this feeling is not so strong, but now it's late at night, Mo Yu stood alone in the middle of this side room, and suddenly became at a loss.

In the past, she and Basho returned to the side room, and the two would chat, talk about their home, and talk about their desire for love, Basho once said that she only wanted to have a pair of children with the man she liked, live in a small house built by herself, have a piece of land, and live a life of sunrise and sunset every day. When Mo Yu thought of this, he seemed to see Basho's shy expression at that time, and even the blush on his face was clear. But now, people are gone, there is nothing, in the past, Basho's imagination of the future was wiped out with Basho's soul, Mo Yu doesn't believe in any afterlife, people only live in this world for a lifetime, but in this bottomless, unpredictable house, who can control their own destiny? Killing a subordinate here is like crushing an ant, like a plantain, not even a grave, and not resting in peace.

Mo Yu bit her lip tightly and didn't dare to cry out loud, since Basho is dead, she can't get anything back, Mo Yu can't let herself end up like Basho, so she has to do her best to please Zhang Qiying, she wants to live!

The next day, Zhang Queying got up early to freshen up, Mo Yu wanted to go forward to cover up the red marks on Zhang Queying's face that had not receded for her, but was stopped by Zhang Queying, Zhang Queying looked at Mo Yu and said slowly:

"You say, that Murong Juejun always pretends to be sick and so good that he can win sympathy from the young master, but now that I am really wronged, how can I pretend to be strong, am I not also a little woman who needs comfort?"

Hmph, little girl, it's really not ashamed of what you said, why didn't the emperor take your face to study the shield!

Although Mo Yu thought so in his heart, his mouth hurriedly echoed:

"What Mrs. said is that the slave maid also thinks that this rouge powder is rubbed too much, and I am afraid that it will not be conducive to the recovery of Mrs. Face, since this is the case, there is no need to wipe it, and Mrs. is naturally beautiful, unlike some gaudy women outside, she can barely see it by relying on fat powder, even if Mrs. doesn't wipe it at all, it is no more beautiful."

Although she knew that Mo Yu was patting her ass, Zhang Queying was still very satisfied with Mo Yu's words, so she gave Mo Yu a hairpin, Mo Yu pretended to be flattered and took the hairpin, but she was very disdainful in her heart, this hairpin was just bought by Zhang Queying on a whim when she and Basho accompanied Zhang Queying to the night market, it was not worth a few dollars at all, thinking of Basho, Mo Yu's hatred for Zhang Queying was deeper, but now she had to follow Zhang Queying in order to protect herself, she didn't know if she had made the right choice this time, She can only gamble, the bet is her own life, or rather, Mo Yu has no choice at all, her life is in the hands of Zhang Queying, Zhang Queying can trample herself to death like an ant at any time if she is unhappy. Thinking of this, Mo Yu's gaze gradually became deeper.

After Murong Xuanjun got up, she absentmindedly let Tsing Yi and Ziyi freshen up, what happened in the pavilion yesterday not only did not affect Murong Xuanjun at all, but made her feel happy these days, the reason for this, Murong Xuanjun himself couldn't tell, maybe he subconsciously felt his hostility towards Zhang Queying, and was very satisfied with Zhang Queying's embarrassment yesterday.

Murong Juejun laughed softly, and inadvertently hummed a little tune in his mouth. The two girls in Tsing Yi and Ziyi couldn't help but smile when they saw that Mrs. was so happy today.

As for what happened yesterday, Tsing Yi has already paid compensation to Ziyi, and the two have reconciled. In fact, Tsing Yi and Zi Yi are both simple and kind girls, after last night's greed, the relationship between the two has become closer, and they have also strengthened their determination to follow Murong Xuan, and they are different from Mo Yu, Mo Yu had to follow Zhang Qiying in order to save his life, but Qingyi and Ziyi followed Murong Xuanjun willingly, and besides, whether this Murong Xuanjun was sick or after illness, he always treated his subordinates with a kind attitude on weekdays, and never punished people easily, let alone any kind of torture that was never used once, Such a Murong Juejun is naturally more popular than the short-tempered and perverse Zhang Queying.

Seeing that his master was so happy today, Ziyi proposed:

"Madam, you see that you are so happy today, the sun is out again, it is warmer than yesterday, why don't you let Ziyi and Tsing Yi take you out for a walk today after Madame has breakfast?"

Murong Juejun had this idea, so he agreed with a smile.

After breakfast, Murong Juejun walked out of the house by herself, Mother Lin saw it, and hurriedly glanced at the two girls, Tsing Yi and Ziyi hurriedly followed, Ziyi wanted to put a cloak on Murong Juejun, but Murong Juejun said that she was unwilling:

"The weather is so warm today, I don't think I need this cloak, otherwise it will be in the way when the time comes, if you don't worry, just hold it in your hands, when I'm really cold, I will naturally call you."

Ziyi was about to cry when she saw her wife so stubborn:

"Madam, please hurry up and put it on, although the sun is good today, but after all, it is winter, what should I do when the cold enters the body, if Mrs. suffers from the wind and cold, how can we two girls afford it!"

Tsing Yi was also in a hurry on the side, Murong Juejun looked at his two lovely girls, and laughed out loud:

"Okay, okay, I'll just put it on, see if you're in a hurry."

When the two girls saw that Murong Jue was finally willing to put on the cloak, and thinking of their performance just now, their faces couldn't help but flush.

At this time, Tsing Yi said:

"Madame went to the pavilion yesterday, why don't you let the slaves take you to Miss Yun Yao's yard today, Miss Yun Yao comes to accompany Madame every day these days, Madame now knows Miss Yun Yao's house, so it's good to go to *** to talk about it when you are bored."

Murong Xuanjun thought about it, but shook her head gently, for some reason, she thought about yesterday's pavilion, and always felt that things would not pass so quickly, how could Zhang Qiying be such a person who was willing to give up easily? Murong Xuanjun didn't know what was driving her, she said to the two girls:

"I still want to go to the pavilion today, Sister Yun Yao, let's go another day."