What a stunningly wicked man!

Suddenly, there was a loud voice from outside the courtyard, accompanied by a few hurried footsteps.

Beigong frowned and opened his eyes lazily.

"Phantom, what's going on out there?"

A black shadow stood beside Beigong Priest one by one.

"Muslim master, it was the Night Lord who dismissed all the servants in the backyard."

Dismissal of the Squire? The woman?

What was that woman doing again?

"Well, you go down."

Kitamiya closed his eyes nonchalantly.

"Yes."

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"Wife! Wife! ”

Ye Jiu was eating breakfast, and suddenly heard this panicked voice and was choked.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Luo Ziyan was about to walk into the door, but he didn't expect to be stopped by a Jiang Xing.

"Stop! No one is allowed to enter without the permission of the prince. ”

Jiang Xing's face was cold and hard, and his face was fierce and vicious.

"You let me in!"

Luo Ziyan didn't know where the courage came from, and yelled at him fiercely.

Jiang Xing's eyes narrowed.

"Someone! ...... him"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Jiu.

"Jiang Xing, let him in."

"Yes."

Jiang Xing put down the saber in his hand and turned sideways.

Ye Jiu looked at the young man standing in front of him, his face was as delicate as a doll, and he was restless.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Yejiu tried to keep her tone calm.

"Wife... The wife..."

Luo Ziyan stammered, couldn't say anything for a while, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Ye Jiu looked at him with a confused expression.

Why do you cry while talking?

She didn't seem to have done anything unconscionable to him!

Really...

Ye Jiu rubbed his eyebrows.

"Don't cry, let's make it clear."

It's never too late to cry after that.

Who knew that Luo Ziyan "plopped-" and knelt on the ground.

Ye Jiu was startled.

"Can the wife not drive the slave away?" Luo Ziyan said with red eyes.

Oh, that's what happened!

"You get up first."

"Nope! If the wife does not agree to keep the slave here, the slave family will not rise. ”

Luo Ziyan lowered his head and bit his lower lip, looking stubborn.

"Okay, okay, I promised you to let you stay, okay, can you get up first?"

Yejiu was helpless.

Seriously, she didn't like the etiquette of kneeling at every turn.

Luo Ziyan looked up suddenly, a pair of clear black eyes with a hint of disbelief.

Agreed so quickly?

He thought he was going to kneel here for a long time.

Seeing that he had been kneeling, Yejiu raised his eyebrows.

"What? Don't want to get up? ”

"No, the slave family will start here."

As he spoke, he quickly got up.

The goal he wanted to achieve was achieved, and Luo Ziyan was there.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly awkward.

"Cough-" Ye Jiu coughed, turned his head and asked Luo Ziyan, "Are you hungry?" ”

Luo Ziyan seemed to have received a great gift: "No, no, the slave family is not hungry at all." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden grunt in the room.

"Goo—"

Luo Ziyan blushed instantly, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

How can I not be hungry in the morning, not hungry in the evening, but I am hungry at this time.

"Poof—" Ye Jiu couldn't help but laugh.

"Then you sit here and dine with me."

She knew to point to the chair across from her, gesturing to him.

"The slave obeys."

"You don't have to call yourself a slave anymore."

Luo Ziyan's hand holding the spoon was stunned.

"Huh?"

"I don't like that title."

Ye Jiu casually fabricated a reason.