Chapter 90 Deputy Internal Affairs

Only Wei Luo heard the unusual words, the sentence 'If you deceive me, you will not be forgiven!' 'A stern warning!' Also a threat!

Wei Luo was sticking to the forehead of the floor, cold sweat trickling down, like her, there were too many words to deceive Jingling, so much that he and she knew it.

In the commotion of everyone, Jingling Gongzi Shi Shiran sat down, he stared at Wei Luo's black little head, waved his hand halfway, and said lightly: "Stand down." ”

"No."

Wei Luo got up, bowed and took two steps back before turning around and walking towards the seat. Every action she made was extremely respectful and honest, so that the magnates who could see it took their eyes off her without caring about it: just a cowardly child!

Wei Luo returned to the top of the collapse, and as soon as she knelt down and sat down, the young wise man in the front row turned to look at her, and he stared at her for a long time, and sighed: "Father's decree must not be a courtier? Hey, the husband is honest and the husband is the husband, but the road is difficult. ”

Instead, a black and thin old man in linen glanced at her appreciatively, and said in a rattling voice: "Fame and wealth should have been won straight away, and the sword was in the rope!" Good! ”

Wei Luo barely squeezed out a smile at the two of them.

In front of and on her left and right, there were Magi swordsmen looking at her. Most of these glances are appreciative. In particular, some Magi would smile and nod their heads at her when they met her gaze.

Among these people, a tall and fat swordsman also nodded at her, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiling: "Xiao'er has a good father!" In the end, there will be one less adulterous offspring. Good! ”

As soon as these words came out, Wei Luo's barely hanging smile couldn't be maintained.

For the rest of the time, Wei Luo kept his head down, honestly bowing his head and not moving.

The sheng music is wafting, the soft fragrance is beautiful, and the nobles are obviously in good spirits. However, after Gongzi Jingling greeted everyone for a while, he announced that he was disbanding.

When the nobles left the table, they took their fancy virgin girls and men back to continue their pleasures.

When she returned, Wei Luo was no longer Gongzi Jingling's personal retainer, so she was not qualified to sit in his carriage. Of course, she didn't want to.

The people who came with Jingling were all first-class Magi, and there was no place for Wei Luo in their carriage.

In the end, Wei Luo himself asked to sit on the side of the master.

Sitting in this most spacious place, breathing in the fresh air outside, Wei Luo's heart gradually brightened. She squinted at the bright moon in the sky and thought happily: No matter what, I can finally sleep peacefully tonight.

The sound of wheels rolling and the light of the burning torches, Wei Luo laughed for a while, and involuntarily looked up at the carriage of the prince of Jingling who was driving in front.

Looking at it, she slowly suppressed her smile.

After a while, the convoy returned to Jingling Mansion, and after Wei Luo found a steward and said that he had been newly appointed, he was arranged by the steward in a small box in the third-class diner area, with a total of seven or eight rooms, including a bath room and a kitchen, although the kitchen was empty, and not even a pottery piece was missing.

She is now the deputy internal affairs appointed by the prince of Jingling, so the wing room where she lives is not only equipped with two maids, but also appointed by the steward to be in charge of the slaves and maids.

In other words, Wei Luo can meddle in the large area of slaves and maids in the third-class diner area, even though someone is in charge.

After everything was taken care of, Wei Luo took the two slaves out, washed them and lay down on the bed.

She originally thought that she would sleep soundly as soon as she got out of bed, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

That night, she understood a lot of things. The most important thing is that she understands the origin of the feud between her predecessor and Gongzi Jingling.

The thought of this made her shudder. In the past, she was very optimistic, and always comforted herself and said that Gongzi Jingling was still different from herself, maybe she had always thought too much about herself, and maybe he would not kill himself after knowing his identity. Besides, he has changed a lot in the past three years, and he and his people shouldn't remember a little girl who should have died.

However, after this evening, she could not be so optimistic. And when Princess Yue Yan appeared, maybe she and the people around her would recognize her.

Reaching out to cover his chest, Wei Luo turned his head sideways and looked at the bright moon outside through the screen window. The bright moon is clustered, and the floating clouds are entangled. Wei Luo couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Heartbeat, for her, is really an ordinary thing.

When she saw an excellent one of the opposite sex that she liked, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she was moved and moved many times.

However, this kind of heartbeat is only faint, faint, just a certain emotion with anticipation and shyness. But as soon as she turned around and left for a few days, this kind of heartbeat that was just a faint feeling would be left behind by her.

But this time it's different, it's different.

Before today, she already had some kind of longing, some kind of dream, in the strongest heart of her life.

Today, after learning the origin of the grievances between the two, her heart began to chill, but she still had no way to control herself from longing and dreaming.

Girl's feelings are always poetry.

After thinking for a while, Wei Luo sat up suddenly.

In the silver light that poured in from the gauze window, Wei Luo's eyes were blazing, and he opened the boss: No! His last sentence was unusual! I'm going to think about it, I'm going to think about it!

In the faint silver light, her apricot eyes slowly narrowed.

No matter how excited she is, she has to prepare for the worst! She has to think about countermeasures for every step of the change in the future!

After thinking about it for a while, her mind began to dizzy, and she was a little unconscious. Wei Luo jumped down again, took out the wooden sword from his sleeve, and began to practice in the faint moonlight.

Only a sword can calm her soul. Unfortunately, she has no way of knowing how strong she is.

Subconsciously, swordsmanship was the last capital for Wei Luo's escape, so she never thought of fighting the swordsmen under the prince of Jingling. She didn't want to give away her last hole cards completely.

The faint sound of the wind whistled all night, and it wasn't until it was nearly early in the morning that Wei Luo and Yi Yi closed their eyes.

Wei Luo is now a steward-level figure in the mansion, and he can be regarded as having a bit of power. Although this kind of power is only seen by the slaves, and it is nothing in the eyes of the diners, Wei Luo still got a lot of freedom.

For breakfast, it was a bowl of corn porridge accompanied by a bowl of green beans, and the green beans were oiled and shiny. And then you get a piece of lamb every month. Wei Luo's life now is fundamentally better than before.

After breakfast, she went out for a trip, found the former butler, told him that everything was as usual, and that she did not need to pay attention to herself, and then returned to her room.

She had to hurry up and think of a way, even if she couldn't think of a way for a while, practicing the sword could calm her mind. Somehow, the last sentence of Jingling Gongzi last night, 'If you deceive me, there is no forgiveness' has been ringing in her mind, all the time.

If only I could get out!

Since last night, this thought has started to fill Wei Luo's brain.

After practicing his sword for a while, Wei Luo began to step out. Now that practicing the sword can't save the emergency, she has to start trying interpersonal communication, maybe she can find a way out of it.

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