The thought of what was about to happen in the evening filled Wen Ying's heart with unease.

She swept the floor in the front yard, her mind wandering, unaware that she was the only one left around at some point, and a pair of brocade boots stopped in front of her.

Wen Ying subconsciously wanted to hide respectfully, but was caught by the noble man in front of her: "What are you hiding." ”

The familiar cold tone made Wen Ying shiver uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes widened, and when she looked up, she really bumped into the calm and waveless ink eyes of the eldest prince.

The defenseless glance aggravated Wen Ying's uneasiness a lot, and she hurriedly took a step back, and her tone weakened: "The slave doesn't dare." ”

She wanted to retreat, but Lu Congyuan clasped her wrist tighter.

Wen Ying's eyes looked around in a panic, and her low voice even trembled a little: "Childe, this is Madame's yard." ”

Lu Congyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and even the strength of his hand was heavier, and he suddenly pulled her closer to him, and he did not shy away from speaking: "What about her yard, even if it is her house, I am not afraid." ”

Wen Ying panicked even more, and raised her other free hand, subconsciously trying to stop him from continuing, but in the end, she could only cowardly put it back, and she was in a hurry.

Her anxious eyes were red: "Son, the slave and maid don't know where to offend you, please raise your noble hand and let the slave live." ”

She was like a wandering duckweed, wickedly picked up with branches, and exposed to the sun from the familiar river.

Lu Congyuan's brows furrowed a little tighter, and he was about to say something, but he heard someone behind him call: "The eldest prince is here?" Madame has been waiting for you for a while. ”

Mother Qian stood at the door, through the branches and leaves of the willow tree, unable to see the two entangled on the other side.

Wen Ying was even more panicked, and wanted to quickly separate some distance from the eldest prince, but he really didn't mean to betray people, and still pulled her to hold on.

"Please......

There was a suppressed pleading in her voice, as if Lu Congyuan's mind wandered back to the night a few days ago, and she used this tone to tell him to be softer.

Wen Ying closed her eyes resignedly, waiting for Mother Qian to project her inquiring gaze, but the person holding her wrist used some force to pull her stumbling, and when she opened her eyes, it was the eldest son's broad back.

He is a person who practices martial arts, his shoulders are wide and his waist is strong, and his body can cover her at all, and he can also block the sight of Qian's mother.

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, and before her brain could react, Mother Qian's voice slowly approached: "It's strange, where are the people in the courtyard, they actually neglected you, son." ”

Wen Ying's heart rose again because of Mother Qian's approach, almost subconsciously, and she shrank behind the eldest son.

"Stop." Lu Congyuan casually stopped her, "Mother Qian is afraid that she hasn't freshened up for a long time." ”

He frowned and took his eyes off Mother Qian: "Dirty." ”

Mother Qian paused, her smile froze on her face, and Lu Congyuan didn't wait for her to react: "The old man is back?" ”

"It's already on the way."

"Then I'll wait for him to come and go in."

Lu Congyuan's tone was ordinary, but he didn't give her words of refusal.

Mother Qian was disgraced, and it was not good for her to continue to step forward, so she hesitated to bow to him, and turned back to Madame's room.

The hanging heart suddenly relaxed, and Wen Ying let out a long breath.

Lu Congyuan turned his head slowly, his eyes fell on her, this simple glance seemed to show her through.

He let go of her, and Wen Ying clenched the broom tightly in both hands, for fear that he would do the same outrageous behavior as last night.

"She treats you badly?"

He opened his mouth suddenly, and Wen Ying was asked, but he hadn't thought about what to reply.

The eldest prince raised his head slightly, and his tone could not be refused: "Tonight, come to my room." ”