The little guy at the door looked at the person in front of him with such a temperament, not like an ordinary person. Hurriedly stepped forward and greeted him.

"I'm tired of informing General Yang, my lord has something to discuss."

The man in green clothes got out of the carriage, made a salute, took out a letter of worship from his cuffs, bronzed the page, and the handwriting was atmospheric, and at a glance he knew that the master was very polite.

Seeing this, the little guy thought about it for a moment and walked in quickly.

General Yang sat on the high seat, and his heart was very strange about what had happened in the palace recently.

But Mrs. Yang is still embroidering flowers, but occasionally embroidering the wrong stitches, which makes people see that she is still not calm in her heart.

"Sir."

The little guy at the door walked in.

"What's the matter?" General Yang gave him a cold look.

"There's a man outside the door who delivers a prayer." He handed over the prayer slip in his hand.

General Yang took it, and his heart was also very strange, and now there are still people who come to visit the mansion?

Slowly opened, and his brows couldn't help but furrow.

"What's wrong?"

Although Mrs. Yang guessed a little in her heart, she still stood up and asked in a low voice.

When General Yang heard this, he handed her the greeting note in his hand, and Mrs. Yang couldn't help frowning when she saw it, although she was prepared.

"Now that he's here, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

Mrs. Yang took the prayer slip back into her arms, and looked out with her eyes, and the drizzle was sticky.

"It's not a good thing, and there are reasons to have to see it." General Yang said, stood up, straightened his robe, and saw that there was nothing wrong, Fang walked out slowly.

Mrs. Yang didn't say anything, but she still agreed with him in her heart, but she couldn't help but look at the figure walking away, and her eyes couldn't help but become deep.

It seems that in this imperial city, it is difficult to hide.

"Go make a good pot of tea."

Mrs. Yang turned around, glanced at the personal girl who was following her, and spoke softly.

"Yes."

……

General Yang walked to the door, and the people in the carriage had already come down.

Standing in the drizzle, the man in green clothes beside him beat him, and the man's eyes were hooked when he saw him coming.

"Why is Lord Mo here?"

General Yang stepped forward, his words smiling, letting the drizzle hit his robe, his fingers stretched out, and he made a gesture of please.

The action shows respect for the person in front of you.

"It's a little trivial, I want to bother General Yang." Mo Shangshu smiled slightly when he heard this, and his steps moved forward, with a smile in his words.

"Let Master Mo come in person, see if this is not small after all, let's go to the room and say."

"Okay."

Mo Shangshu replied, and stretched out his fingers to make a gesture of invitation, and the two slowly walked to the door of the mansion, and the man in Tsing Yi, who had just held an umbrella, stood at the gate of the mansion, motionless.

Mrs. Yang stood in front of the door and looked at the two people in front of her with a smile.

Mo Shangshu was dressed in black, his black hair was tied up meticulously, his eyebrows were soft, but he was not girly, and his face was a little stubble, but it was not long. The figure is very thin, every time he speaks, he smiles slightly, and he is elegant.

"Lord Chang."

While Mrs. Yang was still observing the man, Mo Shangshu also walked in front of her and bowed lightly, and his movements and tone were decent.

"Mo Shangshu is polite." Mrs. Yang smiled lightly, turned her head to look at her husband, and said again: "If your husband has something important to discuss, then the concubine will leave first." ”

General Yang nodded when he heard this.

"Go ahead."

Mrs. Yang said this, smiled at the two of them, stepped forward, the two respectfully let go, and when they saw her leaving, they slowly walked to the study.

Mrs. Yang walked in the courtyard, her heart was always calm, she couldn't say why, and it was always unsettling.

"That's the queen's biological father?"

There was a sound, Mrs. Yang came back to her senses, and it was the maid who followed Mrs. Yang who spoke, and her eyes secretly glanced back, but unfortunately, what she saw was only the back of the person.

"Those kind of people can't look down on a woman like you."

Mrs. Yang came back to her senses, and her words were calm, but she was thinking in her heart, what did that person want General Yang to help when he came now?

The maid beside her never thought that Mrs. Yang would talk, so she couldn't help but blush, and in the end, she said with a slightly red face: "I only heard that Mo Shangshu had a handsome face, but now when I look at it, it is not nonsense from others." ”

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she turned her head and glanced at the person in front of her, this girl, like Qing'er, has always been by her side, so she is not like other girls.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't say it, and shook my head.

"Madame, do you think Lord Mo is not good-looking?" The maid looked at her with doubts in her eyes.

"That's not it." Mrs. Yang shook her head again.

"What's that?" The maid was even more curious.

When Mrs. Yang heard the words, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook up, her eyes looked into the distance, and she said to herself: "I just didn't expect that his face, after decades, can still seduce a lot of people." ”

"Oh, Madame said so, but when you were young, you also fell in love with that man?" When the maid heard this, she was busy and interested, and looked at the person in front of her with glowing eyes.

"That's not it, this palace didn't look down on such a Sven man at the beginning, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

Mrs. Yang turned her head to look at the expectant face and smiled.

"It's just that at that time, there were really a lot of ladies who lost their reserved sense for him, which made their parents hate them and grit their teeth, but now that I think about it, it's still absolutely funny."

Mrs. Yang said, and remembered that she had run away from home at the beginning, and when she saw that person and General Yang appear on the street, she didn't know how many high-ranking officials' daughters stopped the sedan chair and asked him about his family history.

But that person just smiled, and later at the feast in the palace, he provoked countless women to rush forward to get acquainted, so he was deeply impressed by him.

As for himself, such a gentle man is not very interesting, but it is General Yang next to him, who likes it just by looking at it.

"Is that really that exaggerated?" The maid looked at the person in front of her, and there was still some disbelief in her eyes, although the person was handsome, but everyone who was used to seeing beautiful men in the imperial city lost their reserve, no matter how you look at it, it is a little exaggerated.

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Mrs. Yang became stubborn for a while, and retorted: "If you don't believe it, can you look at the queen mother, that look, is there something picky?" ”

When the maid heard this, she hurriedly thought about the faces of the two.

This comparison, I couldn't help but blush, it seems that what Mrs. said is true, if Mo Shangshu is still young, I don't know how many soft daughters will be harmed.

Outside the courtyard, Mrs. Yang and the maid were talking about the past, but in the room, Mo Shangshu and General Yang had already sat down.

One person walked out, and when the two of them arrived at the tea, they bowed and slowly retreated.

"General Yang wants to come and know about the eldest daughter in the family."

Mo Shangshu didn't see anyone, so he didn't beat around the bush, looked at the person in front of him with his eyes, and said bluntly.