"Second young master, the old lady came to see you at noon, the second young master, the slave and maid were almost scared to death at that time, if it wasn't for the prince to help the slave and maid cover up, the slave and maid would definitely be punished by the family......"

When Zhao Yan finally returned to his yard, the first thing the little maid Xia Hua said to him with a lingering tone was this.

"Xia Hua, next time Young Master Ben will take you out of the city together, okay?"

With the gesture of stroking the kitten and puppy, reaching out and touching the little girl's head, Zhao Yan replied.

The little girl in the summer flower shook her head violently.

"Okay, young master, I understand, then next time it's like today. ”

Zhao Yan couldn't help but smile evilly and sighed.

"Second Young Master!"

Little girl Xia Hua felt that she was about to go crazy, the second young master was not like this originally, why did she suddenly become so fond of playing tricks......

Zhao Yan, who had succeeded in his conspiracy, walked straight through the courtyard with a smile and went back to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, the feather singer Yiru Naqi-Lan Yue that Li Zixuan sent yesterday stood up because she heard the sound of Zhao Yan opening the door.

"Young Master Yan. ”

The shackles around her neck had been lifted, and her clothes had changed from a highly revealing singer dress to an ordinary maid dress, and she called out when Zhao Yan entered the house.

"Lan Yue, are you used to living here?"

Zhao Yan asked with a smile.

"Thank you Young Master Yan for your concern, it's very good here. ”

Lan Yue replied with low eyebrows, but her slightly deep voice made it impossible to hear whether this answer was true or false.

"Homesick?"

Zhao Yan couldn't see it, so he simply asked directly.

Yesterday, Zhao Yan had already inquired that Lan Yue was not a feather singer without freedom a year ago, but a feather girl who flew freely in the Thunder Grass Sea and the Naqi Feather People tribe.

Perhaps because this question was too direct, Lan Yue did not answer.

"Lan Yue, let's make an agreement. Zhao Yan stretched out his right hand towards the silent Yuren singer: "As long as you follow me and sing for me for three years, I will send you home." ”

Yuren Geji looked at Zhao Yan very differently, she didn't expect Zhao Yan to say such things to her.

"For ...... For what?"

As a feather singer, Lan Yue already knew her worth, and the day before yesterday, she saw with her own eyes that the eldest lady who forcibly brought her here from Taiyue Tower, in order to take her away, paid the boss of Taiyue Tower a bag of merman tear-stained pearls that were said to be worth four or five thousand taels of gold.

Lan Yue remembered that his father had said that a fat sheep could not be exchanged for a tael of gold, so four thousand taels of gold should be equal to at least a flock of sheep that could cover the slopes on both sides.

With so much money, this Young Master Yan actually said he didn't want it, so he didn't want it?

"If you want to ask what you want, I can only answer you in seven words. Zhao Yan took the initiative to grab Lan Yue's hand, and after holding it tightly, he really said seven words: "It's hard to buy if you have money." ”

Zhao Yancai would not tell Lan Yue, saying that he had long been determined to be a gentleman with discipline and a bottom line, so he would not suffer from the people around him.

Besides, it's strange that an unhappy singer can sing a happy song.

"Okay, if you don't object, then this agreement is decided. ”

Zhao Yan fiddled with the hand of the feather singer into a hook posture with himself, and then let go.

"Young Master Yan, I'm ......"

The feathered singer clearly wanted to say something.

"In the past three years, you don't have to think about running away or anything, just with the two wings behind you that pull the wind like fireflies in the dark night, I guarantee that you will not be caught by others if you can't escape a hundred miles, and then your new master may not be as good at talking as me, and will not bow your overlord. ”

Zhao Yan interrupted Lan Yue domineeringly, maybe he felt that Lan Yue might not understand the word overlord hard bow, he quickly stared at Lan Yue and added: "The so-called overlord hard bow refers to those evil men with body odor and thick hair, forcibly having sex with you with men and women, can you understand this explanation?"

As if suffering from this kind of thing, the feather singer was silent and nodded again and again.

"Good. ”

Zhao Yan was very satisfied with this body language, and then he went with a happy mood to complete the body cleaning work that should be carried out before going to bed.

Whether it is a wooden barrel bath sprinkled with flower petals, or a massage and back knocking by a special person, Zhao Yan is very satisfied, but he can only rinse his mouth with refined salt without a toothbrush, which makes him slightly unhappy.

After a few days of completely settling down, the young master will definitely find a skilled craftsman to make the toothbrush.

Ah yes, and going to the toilet is also super inconvenient, whether it is the squatting pit that needs to change clothes after every time, or the frantic Nanmu commode and purple sand night pot, they can't catch up with the cheapest flush toilet to make people feel happy!

Before going to bed, Zhao Yan was still thinking like this, of course, he didn't forget it before this, and went to meet his stepmother first.

The strangeness still existed, so Zhao Yan only barely said a few words, and hurried back to his own courtyard.

Maybe it was because of something in his heart, Zhao Yan woke up early the next day, but as soon as he got up and slept in the outer room, the little maid of Xia Hua ran in with a chicken nest head and a thin belly pocket.

"Why did the second young master get up so early and stop sleeping for a while?"

The sleepy-eyed little maid asked in a daze, not knowing that she was only wearing obscene clothes because of her greed, and a large amount of spring light leaked in Zhao Yan's eyes.

Amitabha, young master, I'm not Lolita, I'm not Lolita, I'm not Lolita, color is emptiness and emptiness, it's color, hmm...... Good flat.

Zhao Yan, who was weak in "will", almost became stupid, and after reciting the Buddha for a long time, he couldn't help but glance at the little girl's chest with only two slight bumps, and then secretly sighed that the ancients did not deceive him, this is really - how can the world be flat if the chest is uneven.

"Young master, is there something wrong with me?"

The little maid, who had long been accustomed to this, met Zhao Yan's gaze and asked strangely.

"No, no, not at all. ”

Zhao Yan, whose old face was slightly red, replied and looked away in the pure inquiry of the little maid in Xiahua.

Hey, as a wicked young man, how can I be so pure?

This is not right, this is too inconsistent with the identity of a gentleman and evil!

So, let Young Master Ben ......

Take another look!

Just at a glance.

"Xia Hua, bring all the things you need to bring later, young master, I'll take you out of the city to play today." ”

Zhao Yan, who was satisfied, in order not to let himself continue to be evil, so according to the habit of inheriting and fusing from the original, he closed his eyes and let the little maid Xia Hua dress him, and said this.

"Good young master, the slave will go and let the groom put on the car later. ”

The little maid replied in a brisk tone, when Li Zixuan asked Zhao Yan to go to the martial arts meeting with her the day before yesterday, the little maid was also there, so of course she remembered that she could go out of the city to play today.

"Then by the way, call Lan Yue over, the young master wants to teach her to sing. ”

Zhao Yan, who was very comfortable being served, closed his eyes and continued to command.

Last night, he was too tired to teach Yuren Singer to sing, and he didn't take the time to teach today, Zhao Yan was really afraid that with the delay of time, he would gradually forget those classic songs in his mind.

Yes, I also need to invent a pencil for memory...... Oh, and a quill will do.

"Xia Hua, after finding the coachman, get me a handful of hard bristles on the back of the goose's buttocks, the longer and thicker the better. ”