Mo Yan became more and more sure that the woman in front of him was Wu Jiao.

His scrutinizing eyes roamed around Wu Jiao's face that he was trying to cover, and found traces of long hair, and vaguely understood in his heart that she was probably disfigured, and she was ashamed to admit it for the sake of face.

Who did this to you?

This is the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After the old prime minister's wife passed away, Wu Jiao was equivalent to the hostess of the house, who would dare to attack her face in the house? It's deadly.

Over the years, Wu Jiao has been arrogant and domineering, and there are countless people who have offended in the inner courtyard, but most of the women and children dare not speak out, and the elders and men will not really tear their faces with her, and those who really dare to do it, Mo Yan really can't think of a suitable candidate for a while.

"Go away!"

Wu Jiao trembled all over, screaming and running away.

Mo Yan's eyes, like a cold cave, were on Wu Jiao's distant back, condensed for a second, then retracted, looked at the Mochen Pavilion not far away, and strode away.

Half-old courtyard.

The glaze is the tile, the paulownia wood is the column, the pavilion is the pavilion, and the courtyard is eight. It can be seen that the glory of the past is decaying today.

In the past, when the second master and the second lady were still alive, Mochen Pavilion was also full of slaves and maids, like a market, and laughing, which was as empty and deserted as it is today.

It's easy to put the icing on the cake, but it's hard to send charcoal in the snow.

Rats leave a sinking ship.

In Mo Yan's mind, he suddenly remembered Yu Zhujun's words to persuade him to leave, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, if even he left, what should Miss Seven do?

She is casual and reckless.

He was used to giving her the aftermath.

I don't know if the housekeeper Wu Sheng, after coming back, will he want to trouble her......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Then, at the door of the main hall, he saw a scene that surprised him—

The girl he was worried about was now sitting at the dinner table, with one hand on her chin, watching a rabbit with a red pattern on her ear eating a whole rabbit feast.

The corners of Mo Yan's eyes twitched.

When did she have such a bad taste.

Is it because after falling out of love, you let yourself go?

Zi Qianmo, who "let go of himself", had an extremely keen spiritual sense, turned his head, and happened to meet Mo Yan's indescribable eyes, not only did not panic at all, but was very calm: "I'm back." ”

Mo Yan nodded: "Hmm." ”

In my heart, there is a trace of unfamiliar warmth.

This feeling has never been felt before, as if this Mochen Pavilion is no longer a cold courtyard, but a few more rays of light like needlepoints; The seventh lady in the courtyard is no longer just a responsibility that he must fulfill, but has become a person with wheels and outlines.

She had never said anything like this to him before.

He is coming, he is going.

She didn't care.

She regarded him as a subordinate, and he regarded her as nothing.

The cold scales, at this moment, delicately broke the balance.

"Have you eaten?"

Zi Qianmo asked.

What she thought in her heart was that Mo Yan had definitely never tasted the extraordinary craftsmanship of the rabbit plow, and it was estimated that there was no restaurant in the capital of Beilan Country that could compare with it. In the past, Mo Yan took care of the original owner a lot, and out of a kind of empathy and compensation, she naturally wanted him to have a good meal.

It is eating in the true sense of the word.

It's not a deliberate teasing of Wu Jiao.

"......" Mo Yan paused, and didn't know why, he chewed the words "eaten" and swallowed it into his stomach, and lied, "Not yet." ”