Yang Xuanling was in a wheelchair, and he was not shorter than Yun Xuan.

Looking at Yun Jiao, who was approaching her, Yang Xuanling gradually clenched the red in her hand, until she stretched out her slender jade hand and held the other end, as if the lives of the two people were truly connected.

Yun Qingxiang and Mrs. Yun sat on the high hall, received the tea from Yun Xuan and Yang Xuanling, and after saying a few words, they prepared to pay tribute and send them out.

At this time, a woman who looked like a maid suddenly jumped out of the crowd of spectators, ripped off the red hijab on Yun Jiao's head, revealing her perfect and stunning face.

Yun Qingxiang couldn't remember what this daughter looked like, and he hated her in his heart. So now when I saw it at first glance, I was stunned, and my pupils were dilated!

She actually looked like her!

Mrs. Yun had already seen Yun Mao's appearance one step earlier, and she was not surprised, so her eyes were fixed on the maid who had pulled Yun Mao's red hijab, it was Yun Xun who she had ordered someone to lock up in the boudoir!

As for Yun Xuan, Yun Xuan was also stunned after seeing the perfect makeup.

In the end, Liu's mother quickly pulled her down, without anyone noticing her identity.

Yang Xuanling glanced at Yang Zhongrui, who was pushing a wheelchair behind him.

And this younger brother is now also stupid in front of Yun Mao. He wasn't surprised that he would react like this, and the others who hadn't seen Yun Miao were all stunned.

Raising his hand, an internal force rushed out, wrapped around the red hijab that fell to the ground, and controlled the re-covering of the cloud.

The voice was low, with a deafening menace, "Go on." ”

Yun Qingxiang said: "Wait! ”

Mrs. Yun secretly said that it was not good.

"Father, is there anything else you would like to tell your daughter?" Yun Miao is not close to Yun Qingxiang, so he is better than strangers.

Especially in the previous life, he was sent to the Guzi Temple by Mrs. Yun, and he was completely indifferent, as if he didn't know that there was such a daughter as her. In this life, she is also dispensable to him, with no expectations, let alone disappointment.

"Master, the auspicious time has come." Mrs. Yun spoke in time and stopped Yun Qingxiang's words. and motioned to the ceremonial officer's son to take someone out quickly.

Although Yang Xuanling didn't know what was going on, he had a hunch that it was best to leave with Yun Miao immediately.

Yun Qingxiang watched Yun Miao being sent to the sedan chair, and his expression was cold and even a little uncontrollable.

And his appearance, in the eyes of outsiders, is also in line with the heart of a loving father who is reluctant to marry his daughter.

Only Madame Yun knew that he was really angry! The hand holding the handkerchief shook faintly.

Yun Miao sat on the sedan chair, and soon a familiar voice sounded from outside the sedan chair, "Master, the winter rain is outside, what do you need, just tell the slave maid." ”

“…… Good. A faint smile appeared on Yun Yuan's lips. When she left the pavilion, she let Dongyu stay, because as long as she was loyal to her slaves, it was better to leave the grass on the wall.

Dongyu finally chose to follow Yun Miao to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Before leaving, she told Liu's mother that she would focus on Yunjiao in the future.

As the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places, and the maid also has the ideal of a maid, she wants to be a first-class maid, or even a housekeeper aunt. Instead of the little girl who keeps serving tea and pouring water for people. Following Mrs., with some old people such as Liu's mother, she has little chance of rising and her future is limited. But follow the eldest lady, after this passes, she will be the eldest maid of her mother's family, and then there are other little girls, it all depends on her face. Not to mention that it is a big step forward, a leap into the dragon gate.

Liu's mother did not agree or oppose her choice, but only let her think about it, and the deed of sale was still in the hands of Mrs. Liu.