Ziyue shrank her head and said, "Miss must want to live a peaceful life." ”

After all, my own young lady has suffered too much before.

Those days of being unclothed and hungry are still vivid.

So Ziyue has a certain obsession with silver and food.

Yan Ying turned around when she heard the words and nodded her nose: "Do you know what your young lady's retribution is?" Your young lady is ambitious, and she must find a mighty and majestic man to pounce on, the kind that does not rest for 300 rounds a day. ”

After hearing this, Ziyue raised her small fist: "Miss, you are shameless, you are shameless, didn't your original wish to be full and clothed?" How has it changed now? ”

Just now she also said that Miss's ideal is her ideal, and she was ashamed of herself.

I blame my young lady for wanting to come out of the ideals, and besides, what kind of ideal ambition is this?

"Miss doesn't rest for 300 rounds a day, my uncle will be tired to death." Ziyue muttered quietly.

Yan Ying stopped: "How do you know that you will be tired to death." ”

Ziyue looked at her young lady's smug smile, shrunk her neck and explained in a low voice: "As the old saying goes, only tired cows are killed, and there are no ploughed fields, or you should change your ideals and ambitions, Miss." ”

Ziyue couldn't help but look at the size of her own young lady, and there were still three hundred rounds, and I saw that three rounds were enough to choke.

If she tires her uncle to death on a whim, Miss is not going to be a widow.

Yan Ying seemed to see through Ziyue's thoughts and smiled: "If that man is so unresistant, just change it, it is impossible to be widowed." ”

"Miss, how can you say such a rebellious thing?" Ziyue's eyes widened in horror.

Yan Ying said with a smile: "I forgot, you can live a lifetime by holding hands here, it's like before, the sheets are all rotten, and you can still part ways." ”

Ziyue touched Yan Ying's forehead on tiptoe: "Miss, don't you be scared and confused by the sect mother, don't talk nonsense in the future, you are still a girl who has not been out of the cabinet, and it is inevitable that such unashamed words will be heard by others." ”

Ziyue swallowed her saliva and said with a smile: "Don't talk about Miss's grand goal just now, if Mrs. Yun listens to it, I'm afraid she will make a big fuss again." ”

"We have to keep pace with the times, or we always stay on superficial issues, which will become a frog at the bottom of the well, and we must work hard to break through and become a salted fish with dreams." Yan Ying raised her small fist and said.

"But, miss, your dreams are too appalling." Ziyue whispered her defense.

"It's so appalling, if I can have three palaces and six courts, I don't care, I help all kinds of handsome guys flop for me." Yan Ying smiled sheepishly.

Of course, this is just talk.

Yan Ying still likes the relationship of a couple in one life.

"This 、、、" Ziyue wanted to faint, but she still didn't want to wake up, she and the young lady of her own family were not the same.

She secretly wanted to stop the good birds and branches.

When Hu Fei reported this sentence to Nangong Han, he sprayed Hu Fei directly in the face with a sip of tea.

Hu Fei wiped the tea on his face with the palm of his hand, shook it hard, and there were water droplets on the ground: "Lord Wang, you don't have to make such a fuss, right?" The humble position didn't add oil and vinegar, and every word was said by the second lady herself. ”

"That girl is really not shocking and endless, just her small body, she has to find a mighty and majestic man to pounce on, and she will fight for 300 rounds a day, and she is not afraid of being crushed to death."

Nangong Han was inexplicably disgusted, what was this girl thinking about all day long.

I don't usually see such a fuss.

"Lord Wang, she not only said that she wanted to be majestic and majestic, but also said that she could have three palaces and six courtyards." Hu Fei reported word for word.

"With her small body, she still thinks she is a fairy." Nangong Han really wanted to go to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

His face instantly turned black as carbon.

"Lord Wang, she is still young, she will grow up in the future, and she may be able to withstand a mighty and majestic man." Hu Fei thought carefully for a while and added.

After all, that girl is only thirteen years old, and she can grow in the future, not the same figure as dried bean seedlings for a lifetime.

Especially every day, she also practices those strange moves.

Hu Fei felt that Yan Ying had a promising future, at least physically.

In Nangong Han's eyes, Hu Fei really has no other advantages except for his strong martial arts.

For example, if it weren't for his loyalty, Nangong Han swore that he would have kicked him on the street to ask for food. Cellphone\Terminal One second memory for you to provide \ for wonderful novels\ reading

It's hard to describe such a first-class guard who doesn't have eyesight.

"Go get twenty boards."

"Lord Wang, if I get the board, how can I supervise the second miss, you don't feel at ease when you ask others to go, besides, she is so shocking, if others can't keep their mouths shut." Hu Fei suddenly had a strong desire to survive.

The board I hit last time was just scabbed.

"Then keep it in mind." Nangong said coldly.

"Lord Wang, the slave maid cooked you some osmanthus cake." The rose at the door was wearing a pale green blue Luo skirt, and a rose hairpin with a mirror on her head, and the whole person looked even more amorous and not very shy.

Nangong Han raised his head, glanced at the rose, and then at Hu Fei and said, "Looking for you." ”

Hu Fei pointed to his nose and said, "Lord Wang, I'll go get the twenty boards first." ”

Saying that, Hu Fei disappeared without waiting for Nangong Han's reaction.

Rose pursed her lips and smiled: "Lord Wang." ”

"Yes!"

Rose put the delicate pastries on the plate on the round table in the garden: "The prince tastes it, this is what the slave maid said personally, now the osmanthus flowers are blooming just right, and it is excellent to pick some sun-dried pastries." ”

Nangong Han stretched out his hand and took a piece of the kitchen and put it in his mouth: "In the future, you won't do some heavy work in the kitchen, there are also people in the left and right mansions." ”

There was a trace of redness on the road on the rose's fair face, like a drunken sunset: "I can make pastries for the prince, and the slave and maid are as happy as food." ”

Nangong Han didn't take a fancy to the rose, patted the powder on his hand and said: "In the future, you don't call yourself a slave, treat this Han Wangfu as your home, I promised your father to take care of you." ”

Rose bit her lower lip and smiled: "I understand the prince's intentions. ”

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief to wipe Nangong Han's sweat.

Nangong Han quietly avoided and asked, "How old are you this year?" ”

"The slave is sixteen years old."

"Oh, it's been a year since you entered the mansion, are you still used to it?" Nangong Han thought that he had asked Hu Fei before, and Hu Fei seemed to refuse.

I couldn't find the right person in my head.

"With the prince here, I think it's best wherever the slave and maid are." Rose said as she pinched the hem of her skirt with her hand.

"Have you ever thought about getting married?" Nangong Han asked on the stone bench.

Rose blushed and said, "It's all up to the prince." ”

Nangong Han stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers and gently tapped the stone table: "Originally, your father entrusted you to me to take care of you, how can I be regarded as your elder." ”

"The prince is not the elder of slaves." Rose shyly interrupted Nangong Han's words.

Nangong Han frowned a little unhappily: "I wanted to point out a family affair for you, but I didn't find it after thinking about it all over the house." ”

Nangong Han also knows that women are thin-skinned and can't say that they have asked Hu Guard, he dislikes you so much.

Rose stared at Nangong Han with some panic: "Does the prince want to marry me off?" ”

Nangong Han nodded: "Don't worry, I will prepare a decent dowry for you, if you have a crush on someone, I can also help you move around." ”

"Slaves and maids don't marry." Rose was confused with tears in her eyes, and even knocked over the osmanthus cake on the table in a hurry.

"Not married?" Nangong Han lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"Then I will accept you as a righteous sister, as long as the Hanwang Mansion still exists for a day, there will be no shortage of food and clothing for you."

"Slave doesn't mean that." Rose ran away crying.

Nangong Han frowned, his face displeased.

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