Chapter 573: The helplessness of the little maid
Chapter 573 Little Maid's Helplessness
Yang Cunren looked up, and the carriage just turned around the end of the street and entered another street. Did his little sister run away first?
Yang Lan'er knew what her elder brother was thinking at this time, so she would definitely refute, why run away? Instead of arguing indifferently, they might as well rush back to cook delicious food.
"Ren Lang..."
"Miss Yu, act as if you haven't seen me today, and I haven't heard what you said just now. The wind has passed without a trace." Before he could finish speaking, Yang Cunren jumped on his horse and chased the carriage in front of him.
"Hey...why?"
Yu Yao was so angry that she jumped, why do you say that nothing happened to Fengguo Wuhen Bendang, Miss Ben is not! snort!
Standing on the spot and stomping his feet for a long time didn't help, the anger could only continue to ferment in his heart.
"Miss," the little maid looked around at the aunts and sisters-in-law who were secretly paying attention to this side. These women are very talkative, and they like gossip about neighbors in Zhouli the most. She gently pulled Yu Yao's sleeves to remind her that she should not stay here for a long time. .
Yu Yao turned around and glared at the little maid: "What's the matter?"
"Miss, shall we continue shopping or..., I see the sun is getting hotter and hotter, let's go back to the house first?" The little maid said and gestured around.
Yu Yao also reacted at this time, raised her head and looked around, and saw women in twos and threes around her curiously looking at her.
Gracefully raised her hand to stroke the broken hair beside her ear, and said with a smile, "I'm tired from shopping today, let's go home first."
Sitting on the carriage back home, the little maid opened her mouth several times along the way, but she hesitated to speak. Yu Yao glanced at her, and said with a chuckle: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."
The little maid glanced cautiously, and asked softly: "Miss, Captain Yang has a family, why do you always..."
"Why do you always look like you don't want to marry him, and pester him whenever you have a chance, don't you?" Yu Yao took the topic, looked at the blushing little maid, the smile on the corner of her mouth suppressed, her eyes There is a deep meaning in the eyes.
"The more he doesn't want to entangle with me, the more I don't want him to get what he wants. Sometimes when I see his handsome face showing an expression that is about to collapse, Ah Zi, you don't know how happy this lady is!"
Azi's little maid felt that Captain Yang hadn't collapsed and she was about to collapse. The young lady only wanted to play tricks on her savior, so she didn't need to lose her boudoir reputation?
Now this society is so hard to mess with even a little maid?
If the master knows, will she still be alive?
Life is over, so what about the future?
Yu Yao leaned against the car wall, looked at the little girl's depressed face, rolled her eyes, and smiled slyly: "Ah Zi, what are you doing with a mournful face? Go get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes, miss."
Yu Yao rolled up her wide sleeves slightly, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and began to write the letter seriously.
Ah Zi looked at the table curiously, thinking that the lady didn't know what was written, until the carriage stopped and Yu Yao stopped writing, and she said: "Miss, you're home."
"Well," Yu Yao carefully folded the written letterhead, sealed it with wax, and handed it to the little maid: "Send it to Ren Lang before dinner."
Ah Zisheng took the letter paper and nodded indifferently.
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Yang Laner, who returned home, was busy making spicy fish in the kitchen.
Keep the fresh ones for the family to taste, and seal the rest in jars for Tan Anjun and his elder brother to take away when they return to the barracks.
(end of this chapter)