The maid said in a trembling voice: "Yes, it's Zhuo, General Zhuo." ”

"Whew!" This smile was Chu Lange's instinctive disdainful smile. That woman also dares to think about Ah Xiu?

Just now, Chu Lange noticed that Song Qinghe's tone was wrong when he mentioned Zhuo Yilan, and he had a guess in his heart before he came to Cui'er for verification, not wanting it to be true.

Cui'er made her smile, and she fell to her knees in shock, panicked.

Chu Lange said lightly: "Don't be nervous, you should be safer here." ”

"Yes, yes."

"When it's over, I'll let you go."

“……”

Chu Lange returned to Qinxiang Garden.

The sound of the zither and the piano is like flowing clouds and water, and it is also like a breeze blowing bamboo.

It's beautiful and beautiful.

After listening for a while, Chu Lange's impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

Outside the courtyard, a green-clothed maid walked over quickly, and only stopped when she walked to Chu Lange, she bowed humbly, and said respectfully: "Girl, the housekeeper ordered the slave maid to report to you, saying that the third young master of Nangong Mansion came to ask to see you." ”

Chu Lange had a flirtatious man's appearance floating in his mind.

Nangong Bo didn't come, but sent a son?

Chu Lange motioned for the maid to retreat first, and didn't say that he couldn't see it.

The melodious sound of the piano in the room is still there.

She smiled faintly and walked into the room.

Instead of going to meet unrelated people, it is better to accompany Ayin in the house.

It's just that Chu Lange hadn't stepped into the house yet, and at the moon cave door behind him, a man's slightly frivolous words came from him, "Little girl, the third uncle came to see you, surprised?" ”

Surprise?

His arrival is not surprising, let alone happy.

Chu Lange's steps stopped at the steps and looked back indifferently.

The sound of the piano also stopped abruptly at this moment.

For a moment, Nangong Sanshao stood in front of Chu Lange, his eyebrows and eyes smiling.

Chu Lange said lightly: "I thought you would appear in front of me without a face, but I didn't expect ......"

"What's the idea?"

"Thick enough skin."

"......" he was dumbfounded, and his smile froze.

Yu Feiyin walked over at this time.

Chu Lange ignored Nangong Sanshao anymore, went straight into the house, took Yu Feiyin's slightly cool hand, thoughtfully led him to the chair, and sat down.

Nangong Sanshao didn't need the master's invitation, so he followed in and sat down by himself.

He is very self-aware, and his arrival will not be welcomed.

If she waits for him to come out, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

As Chu Lange's surprise, the purpose of Nangong Sanshao coming over alone was to intercede for Nangong Lian'er, "I came over today, you should have guessed it, I just want to tell you about Xiaolian'er." ”

Chu Lange raised his eyebrows, "How do you say that?" ”

Nangong Sanshao smiled lightly and said: "A servant, if he dies, he will die, if you want to find someone to serve, the government will send ten or eight more to you." What do you think? ”

The life of a slave is indeed not worth much in the eyes of the masters who grew up with a golden spoon in their mouths. As long as you go to the house and spend some silver, the slave will choose whatever you want. In the eyes of the world, Mama Lin's identity naturally cannot be compared with Nangong Lian'er's daughter's body.

It's just that some people have misestimated the weight of Mama Lin in Chu Lange.

Chu Lange thought that Nangong Sanshao would come over and say a few words, but her requirements seemed to be too high.

Yu Feiyin's face was tense and delicate, and his five fingers were clenched tightly, not hiding the anger in his heart. Impulsively, he wanted to scold, but when he thought of Lan Ge by his side, he restrained himself again.

Chu Lange said: "Ayin, if you want to scold someone, scold it." ”