As soon as Geng opened his mouth, everyone's eyes were attracted.

The Ulanala clan nodded and said very kindly, "Yes." ”

"Thank you for the grace of the master and Fu Jin." Geng saluted happily, and then sat down contentedly.

Ji Wanrong looked at it, thought about it for a while, and also took a leave of absence from the Wulanala clan, after all, it was the original owner's mother's family, and it would be her own in the future.

Finally, there was a grace permission to go back to his parents' home, and everyone naturally took leave, but Wu Gege from Jiangnan did not speak.

Walking out of the room between the main halls, Ji Wanrong saw Wu Gege walking in front of her, and secretly wiped her tears.

"Gege, stop crying." Wu Gege's maid Yu'er supported her, and then whispered comfortingly, "It's not good for people to look at." ”

"Yu'er, I miss Ama Eniang." Wu Gege nodded obediently, and then sobbed and whispered, "Thousands of miles away from my mother's house, where is it so easy to go back." ”

"Hey, Gege, as long as you have the favor of the master, you will definitely have the opportunity to meet the old lady in the future." Yu'er couldn't bear to see Wu Gege crying like this.

Ji Wanrong didn't eavesdrop on purpose, she could only blame this ear for being too easy to use.

"Gege, fortunately, our master is in the capital." Chunjiao naturally heard it, so she whispered.

Ji Wanrong nodded, looking at Wu Gege's distant figure, the weak and boneless Jiangnan people are so good-looking when they cry.

Thinking about it, if this Wu Gege didn't have a draft, he would have started a family in Jiangnan, maybe on a day like today, he would have been able to return to his parents' house happily, so compared, he would still be lucky.

However, Ji Wanrong didn't have the time to pay attention to Wu Gege's pity or not at this time, when she thought of going back to her parents' house, they were all the relatives of the original owner, would she show any horses? The memories in my mind are very vague and not profound.

Chunjiao knew that Ji Wanrong wanted to go back to her parents' house, so she hurriedly began to pack her things, and she couldn't go back empty-handed.

The dim sum in the house is delicious, so you have to pack some back.

And some of the cloth that was given to him was to be brought back with him in a dark color.

Red Sleeves and Green Qiao are people from the house, so naturally they don't have to wait for Ji Wanrong to go back, they stand aside and can't help.

Ji Wanrong sat there, thinking about the incident where she almost collided with Nian's shirt, and she was a little scared, but she looked at the red sleeves with a calm face, as if there was nothing abnormal, and she didn't say anything.

At this time, if you have no power or power, you just need to know it in your heart, and there is no need to dispose of the red sleeves.

After disposing of this red sleeve, there will be other sleeves sent over in the future, so just watch out for now.

Chunjiao has almost prepared things, and Qinfangyuan also sent some things, nothing more than dim sum cloth, I don't want people to think that Baylor Mansion is poor and sour, the woman goes back to her parents' house to bring some decent things, and her husband's family also has face.

Looking at the rewards on the table, Ji Wanrong couldn't help but smile bitterly, this Ulanala clan is really considerate.

If you are this wife, it is good for a bunch of little wives not to send them out, where will you do this.

"Gege, this Chang Fujin is really thoughtful." Chunjiao cleaned up again, and then spoke.

Ji Wanrong drank the last sip of tea, put down the cup slowly, nodded and said, "Well, yes, let's go." ”