The butler lowered his head, and after he finished speaking, the study fell into an eerie silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

It's the height of summer, but I just feel cold all over my body.

The butler cautiously lifted his eyes and peeked at the three people in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Duan Changyu and Mu Qing held back a smile.

His face turned red, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he was about to suffer internal injuries.

Mo Lingyuan's handsome face was covered with dark clouds, his eyes were like ice blades, his thin lips were pursed, and his anger was surging, and he seemed to be bursting like thunder at any moment.

Mu Qing cleared his throat, "Young Marshal, there is still something in the barracks, let's go first." ”

As he spoke, he pulled Duan Changyu's sleeve.

Duan Changyu reluctantly stared at the fragrant meal, and asked regretfully, "Didn't you say that you stayed to eat together?" ”

Mo Lingyuan pushed the plate in front of him forward: "Do you want to take people home directly and cook for you every day?" ”

Duan Changyu was frightened, and said again and again: "No, young marshal, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." ”

Give him the courage to call the young lady at will.

The two of them hurriedly walked out of the study.

When the housekeeper saw that the two of them had gone out, he also crept out.

"Stop!" Mo Lingyuan didn't raise his head, picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of shrimp and put it in his mouth.

The butler shuddered, stopped, turned around, and asked sneeringly, "Young marshal, what else do you command?" ”

"That's what she said?" Mo Lingyuan sandwiched another piece of steamed fish.

"Yes." The butler's heart skipped a beat.

After a while, I realized that this "she" was referring to the master in the Mochizuki Pavilion.

"She can't wait to let Ben Shuai out?" Mo Lingyuan chewed the food in his mouth, only felt tasteless, and threw the chopsticks on the table, "It's unpalatable, take it out and throw it out!" ”

The butler stepped forward tremblingly, picked up the plate on the table, and nodded: "How can there be a woman in this world who is willing to take a concubine for her husband, if you don't want to use this method to attract the attention of the young marshal, you have other plans, for example, to put someone next to you and something like that......"

The coldness in Mo Lingyuan's starry eyes spread, and his eyes softened a lot, "You mean, she doesn't really want to give Ben Shuai a concubine, she just wants to get Ben Shuai's attention?" ”

Butler: "......"

The focus of this housekeeper is obviously whether the latter sentence is good or not.

Mo Lingyuan's fingers on the table tapped: "Put down the food, you go out first." ”

"Didn't you say it was unpalatable? I'll ask the cook to make ...... for you again."

"Ben Shuai is hungry, so make do with a little." Mo Lingyuan waved his hand at the butler and picked up the bowl again......

The housekeeper waited at the door of the study, puzzled, the young marshal has always been a good character, when did it become so uncertain?

When he went in to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, he saw that the person who had only planned to make do with a little bit almost added the plate again, and suddenly realized......

In the Moon Pavilion, Chu Yunyao held a needle and thread, yawning and looking at Mama Rong who was flying saliva.

"The young lady grew up in the countryside, she doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she can't read and write housekeepers, it doesn't matter, as long as you give full play to your expertise, you can be a girl." Mama Rong handed the embroidered mandarin duck to Chu Yunyao: "The clothes that the young marshal wears in the future, the shoes on his feet, and the quilt cover on the bed must be out of your hands."

As a young marshal's wife, in addition to obeying the three obedience and four virtues, she must also serve her husband well......"

Chu Yunyao yawned again, rubbed her eyes, and asked puzzledly: "As a young marshal's wife, shouldn't you learn to read and write housekeepers?" These embroidery jobs, just find a good embroiderer to do.

The clothes worn by the Overseers weren't made by the Overseer's wife, were they? ”