After Fang Xiaoer finished cheering himself up, he got up again and prepared to chop wood. Since Childe didn't tell anything today, his task was to take care of the housework.

…

Shangguan Ling glanced at the room not far away, and was hesitating whether to walk in when he saw a maid not far away approaching.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to ask the maid in front of him. If you make a mistake and commit any taboos, it will be worth the loss.

"Girl, may I ask if this is the residence of your young master?" Shangguan Ling said, pointing to the room in front of him.

At this time, he was wearing a plain moon-white robe, and a plain wooden hairpin in his hair. This body looks very energetic.

Moreover, there is a bit of a humble gentleman's gentle and jade-like style. Even though it was only the simplest of clothes, it looked great on him.

When the little maid who was questioned heard this, she couldn't take her eyes off and looked at the Shangguan Mausoleum in front of her. Subconsciously laughed twice, embarrassed to look away.

Shangguan Ling said that he was a little helpless about this, but his good upbringing still allowed him to keep a few distances from the woman in front of him and then slowly looked at her again.

"Girl, do you know?" After Shangguan Ling spoke again, the little maid in front of him finally returned to a little normal.

Looking at Shangguan Ling's gaze, it was like a sword wave in autumn water, and his heart rippled. After a slight pause, he bowed his head towards Shangguan Ling, and then nodded slowly "um".

The little maid was about to get up and ask for the name of Shangguan Ling, but saw that he had politely bowed his hand and said goodbye, and then slowly pushed the door in.

When Shangguan Ling's figure completely disappeared from view, the little maid was embarrassed to leave. It seems that he is preparing to tell the little sister the news.

…

After knocking on the door twice outside, Shangguan Ling finally got permission from the people inside. So, he slowly pushed the door in.

The man inside looked a little arrogant, and when he saw Shangguan Ling appearing, he just lazily raised his eyelids.

Then, he snorted very disdainfully. The brush he was holding in his hand was also taken off by Oates at the same time and thrown away in the distance.

It seems that the person who thinks is a little similar to him, but how much taller is his appearance?

"Caomin Lingyu, I've seen my son." Shangguan Ling said, slowly kowtowing to the person in front of him.

"Get up. Pick up the brush and go, do you see it? Pick up the brush on the ground. The man said, giving orders to the man in front of him.

Such instructions were a common occurrence for him, and he had become accustomed to them. Therefore, he naturally asked Shangguan Ling in front of him to do this.

But he didn't think about it, Shangguan Ling heard the words, but instead of doing anything, he slowly got up and glanced at him. It's not that he glared, it just made him feel a little resistant.

"Thank you, Childe, for letting the grass people get up. It's just that the old man said when the grass people came out of the dungeon that the grass people are not only Childe's companions, but also Childe's teacher.

The grass people dare to ask Childe, is it wrong to let the teacher pick up the pen? ”

When the person at the desk heard this, his face suddenly changed. He felt a little strange about Shangguan Ling's righteous remarks.

Compared with the flattery of the previous masters or accompanying the readers, the attitude of the person in front of him is respectful and neither humble nor arrogant.

Seemingly, this person is quite interesting? Such remarks aroused the man's great interest. Squinting, he got up and picked up the brush that had been splashed with a lot of ink on the ground.

But after picking it up, it was thrown farther away.