During the Mid-Autumn Festival, all families are reunited.

If there is nothing bad to get out of, the wanderers will definitely go home for an auspicious reunion.

Naturally, a good-looking person like Yan Zhen will definitely take Yan Luo back to live for a few days.

Yan Luo is not a big deal to the university scholar and Yan Zhen, but Yan Zhen can't give others the opportunity to poke his backbone because of Yan Luo.

The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the carriage of the university scholar arrived at the gate of Zhuangzi before noon.

Both carriages were hung with the sign of the University Scholar's Mansion in a bright position, and they were unimpeded together.

It was the old housekeeper who came to pick up people, and Yan Zhen wanted to make face.

Yan Luo had guessed it early in the morning, and he didn't seem too surprised at the moment.

Joy is to be pretended.

"Miss, the old slave was ordered by the master to take the young lady back to the house for the holiday." The housekeeper entered the courtyard and saluted when he saw Yan Luo.

"Thank you, butler. I've got it all packed up here. Yan Luo smiled as before, still pretending to be simple.

Yan Luo wore a pale color, no fat powder, and no pearls on his body, like those family members who came to Zhuangzi to be punished.

Behind him, Chunyi and Xia Chan each carried two burdens in their hands, and they didn't look light.

At first glance, you can't guess what it is.

"Miss, let's go quickly while the hour is early." The old butler didn't have the heart to drink saliva here, but only wanted to go back early.

The festive season is approaching, and he is also anxious to reunite with his wife and children.

Yan Luo nodded, and asked Chunyi and Xia Chan to go and load the burden into the carriage first.

The carriage was spacious, and there were plenty of upholstery, which was very different from the treatment when it came.

The old rule, Xia Chan and the coachman sit outside, and Chunyi sits inside to serve.

The butler's carriage led the way.

Everyone knows the road, and the superficial kung fu has to be done.

"To save face, my father is really willing to pay for it, and he has to do it when he gets the chance." Yan Luo pinched the cushion and said sarcastically.

Chunyi was afraid that the coachman would hear it, so he hurriedly lowered his voice and reminded Yan Luo: "The person outside who promises to be the master, the young lady is still cautious when speaking." ”

Yan Luo pursed his lips and stopped talking.

She felt that it didn't matter who she offended in this meeting now. It's already a mess of porridge, wouldn't it be more fragrant to stir it?

What's more, this is so far away, Chu Bai can let Yan Zhen's people pick her up? Even if you don't pretend to be in love, you're afraid that those secrets will fall into the hands of others.

The carriage ran smoothly, and the coachman didn't have any work, but he didn't hear what Yan Luo and Chunyi said.

The gates of the capital are strictly checked, and everyone must open the door to check.

The housekeeper got out of the car first, and deliberately opened the carriage door four times, so that passers-by could see that the university scholar had brought back the young lady who came out.

To put it bluntly, it's just a lingering effort to make a good name.

Some curious people looked at it, and the girl in the car was sitting precariously, smiling with her eyebrows, and she really had the demeanor of a lady.

Even the maid who was waiting beside the young lady was warm-faced, not arrogant, and not pretentious.

The carriage door closed, and Chunyi covered his heart and let out a sigh.

"I'm scared to death the slave!"

Yan Luo smiled, stretched out his hand and poked the corner of Chunyi's forehead: "It's only been long since I lived in Zhuangzi, and that's all I have left?" ”

The university scholar's mansion is a deep pool, and if you go back, there are still many places to act, where can you go when you enter the city gate?

"Although I don't have much time to go out, I always feel that I have lived a comfortable life, and when I come back, the slave and maid feel uncomfortable." The fleshy little faces of spring are tangled together.

Yan Luo looked at her and wanted to laugh angrily, so he had to poke her forehead again: "These things, you still have to learn more from Xia Chan." ”