The footsteps were far away, and the girl who was sleeping opened her eyes openly, her eyes were as clear as water, where was there any sleepiness?

Chu Yunyao couldn't figure out what Mo Lingyuan wanted to do?

If she was afraid that she would be embarrassed, Mo Lingyuan planned to temporarily hold on to her feet and teach her to read and write, hoping that she would not be so ignorant that the general overseer would be dizzy.

What he did tonight, she could understand.

But the meaning of Mo Lingyuan's words seemed to have known that she would not be able to stay in the Young Marshal's Mansion for the rest of her life, and she would leave here sooner or later.

......

Since you can't figure it out, you don't want to think about it, and save a waste of brain cells.

Maybe when Mo Lingyuan finds his sweetheart, there will be no need for her to exist.

Chu Yunyao yawned, this time she was really sleepy, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep......

In the Star Reserve.

At this time, Nanyan finally waited for Mo Lingyuan to come back, and hurriedly came out of the side hall.

"Young marshal."

As soon as Mo Lingyuan entered the bedroom, Nanyan was anxious to follow up, but was stopped by the guards guarding the door.

"Young marshal, I have something to ask for, as long as the young marshal can agree, Nanyan is willing to be a cow and a horse." Nanyan stood at the door, his voice poignant.

The beauty is sorrowful, and it has a charm.

"Come in." A low, deep male voice came from the bedroom.

Nanyan happily pushed the door in.

This was the first time she had stepped into Mo Lingyuan's bedroom, Nanyan didn't dare to look around, and came to Mo Lingyuan with her eyes down, her hands twisted together.

I don't know why, I always feel that Mo Lingyuan has a hostility towards her out of nowhere.

"What?" Mo Lingyuan wore an open coat and sat on a mahogany chair, imposing.

"The young lady said that in the entire Jincheng, there is no one who is more capable than the young marshal and can help me find my relatives faster...... so I implore the young marshal to ......."

Before Nan Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Lingyuan.

"What do you think of Ben Shuai?"

"Huh?" Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he immediately understood the meaning of Mo Lingyuan's words: "The young marshal is young and promising, and his family background is prominent, and he is a good match for a famous lady like the young lady." ”

"Are you willing to make you a concubine?" Mo Lingyuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the trembling woman.

But if he is not right-minded, after he returns from the Overseer's Mansion with Chu Yunyao, he will find a reason to send it out, so as not to cause trouble in the mansion.

"Young marshal." When Nanyan heard this, his knees weakened in fright, and he knelt on the ground, "The young lady was entrusted by Yun Gongzi to take me out of the land of fireworks and temporarily live in the young marshal's mansion.

Nanyan is willing to repay the young marshal and young lady for the slave and maid, but it is absolutely impossible to be a concubine. ”

Mo Lingyuan's eyes were like ancient wells, without any waves.

"Really?" The man's voice was indifferent, but he inexplicably exuded a coercion of a person who had been in the position for a long time.

"Young marshal." Nanyan kowtowed to Mo Lingyuan.

The forehead slammed against the floor with a dull sound, and the smooth and white forehead immediately blushed a little.

Nan Yan's voice was tactful, but sonorous and powerful, "The Nan family has strict rules, I would rather be a poor wife than a rich concubine, if my father knows that I am a concubine, I would rather not find me in this life, than I agree to the young marshal's request in order to find his old man."

Not to mention ......"

Nanyan gritted her teeth, abandoned the woman's reserve and shyness, and let go of the general: "What's more, the little woman already has a heart."

The young marshal is high, the folk girl is as humble as dust, and Nanyan only has respect and worship for you, and there is no love for you. ”

Mo Lingyuan raised his eyebrows, his voice was cold, and he asked urgently: "Who is the person who belongs to?" ”