Chapter 987: What the hell is there that I can't think of

Mo Lingyuan hugged Chu Yunyao for a long time, and the feeling of nothingness in his heart slowly disappeared, and his empty heart seemed to be filled with something again, and the whole person had a sense of happiness that he had regained.

He didn't have time to ask her what happened, so he couldn't wait to pick her up, put her on horseback, turn over on the horse, and rush to the house.

The people behind him got on their horses one after another and followed Mo Lingyuan away.

Duan Changyu saw Bao'er standing alone, and led his horse to her side: "Miss Bao'er, I'll send you home." ”

Bao'er had to step on the horse's pedals, climb up with her hands and feet, and grab the mane on the horse's back.

Duan Changyu took the reins, walked to Zuo Qiandai's horse, turned over, and the two rode horses, side by side, and the horses walked forward without being fast or slow......

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After entering the mansion, Mo Lingyuan carried Chu Yunyao into the Star Storage Tower, looked her up and down, and asked softly, "But where is the injury?" ”

Chu Yunyao shook her head.

I saw that she was indeed safe and sound, but her hair was a little messy, and her body was stained with some dirty soil.

Mo Lingyuan opened the cabinet and looked for clothes for her: "After you leave today, I asked the housekeeper to bring your packed clothes, you go to the ear room to freshen up." ”

Chu Yunyao took the change of clothes and entered the ear room.

Mo Lingyuan stood by the window, looking at the dark night sky outside, went to the shower room, took off his clothes, scooped cold water with a scoop, and kept pouring it on his head.

When the housekeeper saw that the two men were back, he hurriedly brought some food from the back kitchen, and as soon as he came in, he heard the sound of splashing water in the shower room.

The housekeeper put the food on the table, stretched out his head to look at the half-hidden door, and saw that Mo Lingyuan was only wearing a pair of white middle pants, with his upper body bare, pouring cold water on his head.

The housekeeper looked terrified.

Is the master hot-headed, or does he think that the cold weather is not cold enough, what kind of cold shower should he take in a good manner?

Isn't there no hot spring pool in the backyard, isn't it much more comfortable to soak in it than to take a cold bath?

The butler was hesitating whether to stop Mo Lingyuan's actions when he saw that Mo Lingyuan had his entire head immersed in the cold bucket.

Butler: "......"

The housekeeper finally couldn't help it, and rushed in to desperately pull Mo Lingyuan up from the cold water.

Pulled the towel hanging on the shelf to wipe the water droplets on his face for him, and his eyes were red: "Master, what's wrong with you?" This Lantern Festival has just passed, and it is the time of the cold spring, are you going to freeze yourself to death?

What is there that you can't think of? ”

Mo Lingyuan's tall body was like a wooden stake, standing straight in place, holding the dry cotton cloth in the butler's hand, and closing his eyes: "Steward Su, when did you follow my mother?" ”

"I've been with my wife since I was a child." The housekeeper smiled, and seemed to recall the happy days in the past, "The old slave is the son of the Su family, and he was raised by the Su family since he was a child, and he watched his wife grow up, get married, and have children......"

"Then you must also know that the real reason why my mother died of depression is not because my father wants to take a concubine, right?"

Butler: "......"

The corners of the butler's lips trembled, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Lingyuan suddenly turned sideways, stared at the butler's dodging eyes for a moment, gritted his teeth and asked, "Why did you never mention this to me?"

The Lin family was tragically wiped out, not a collaborator.

The Wen family's family was ruined overnight, and it was also the handiwork of his father, right? ”

The housekeeper hung his head and stammered at a loss of explanation: "Master, old slave, old slave ......"