The playboy daughter is about to turn the sky

Chapter 195 Good Brother

Xiaoyun was extremely disappointed, and said hello in a low voice, and got into the carriage. The coachman drove the carriage and drove past Zhou Changxiao. Xiaoyun's eyes were still glued to Zhou Changxiao's body and refused to move away until the carriage It was too far away, and she really couldn't see it, so she looked away, and wanted to talk to the coachman again.

She asked softly: "Hey, how long have you been with General Zhou? Do you understand him?"

The coachman has always been careless, and he likes to chat with people the most. Hearing Xiaoyun's question, he didn't have the slightest suspicion, but replied naturally: "I have been with you for several years! When the general is fighting, I also I’m here, but I’m not good at martial arts, so I follow the logistics to make food. Miss Xiaoyun, you have been staying in the prosperous Kyoto, you don’t know how hard it is to fight on the front line! Our logistics is not easy! Let me tell you, just In the most famous battle of General Zhou, many people died on the front line, and our logistics also..."

Xiaoyun didn't even have the slightest intention to listen to him talk about military campaigns, but seeing the coachman getting more and more biased, she quickly interrupted his battlefield memories and brought the topic back: "Then do you know General Zhou? The battlefield is so bitter, is it because you have less contact with each other and have no time to get to know each other?"

The coachman said "ah?", probably because he thought her question was a little strange, "It's okay, I should understand, but the hardship on the battlefield has nothing to do with the lack of dealings! That means the more you suffer, the more you can talk. This kind of mood is more common, you know... I think back then, the battle in Lianxi, you don't know how hard it was, but the army rations didn't arrive, and the front line was still struggling to support, our logistics were very difficult. It’s going to be impossible to uncover the pot! At that time, it was all up to me, I..."

Xiaoyun rolled his eyes silently in his heart, thinking that if you can't carry it with one hand, you will only cook and help in the logistics, and what contributions can the coachman who occasionally drives the carriage make, if you talk about General Zhou, just talk about General Zhou well, old shit What are you doing?But she still said softly:
"Did General Zhou say what he likes most? The incense products of our Great Zhou Dynasty are very famous. Does General Zhou have any incense that he likes?"

Coachman: "..."

It was hard for him to find someone to talk about the border war, and to highlight that he himself was born and died with the army, which is very powerful. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyun opened and closed his mouth on questions that had nothing to do with the war, and he lost it all at once. Interested in the conversation, he responded casually: "I don't know, the moment of life and death on the battlefield, who cares about these incense and powder."

Then Xiaoyun asked a few questions, he was disgusted with the non-speculative and half-sentenced, and dealt with them in a neutral manner. Even if he knew the answer, he was unwilling to tell Xiaoyun bluntly, which caused Xiaoyun to ask a lot of questions along the way. General Zhou's favorite question, but now that it's almost at the Ye Mansion, she still doesn't have a specific answer.

Arriving at Ye Mansion, the coachman said, "Here we are."

Xiaoyun was also very angry because she didn't get an answer, so she jumped out of the car without even looking at the coachman, and walked back arrogantly. The coachman looked at her back with disdain in his heart , he muttered in a low voice: "What kind of virtue?"

Xiaoyun's ears are not bad, not to mention that she didn't go very far at this time. Hearing the coachman's complaint, she became even angrier. Holding the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, he kept whispering and viciously whispering:
"You're just a lowly coachman, and you dare to scold me! When I become the general's wife, I will have General Zhou drive you out of the house immediately! You will be notorious, and no one will dare to hire you to drive a carriage! Must Crying and kneeling begging me to forgive you!"

He completely forgot that as a maid, her status is not much higher than that of the coachman. The coachman has been on the battlefield anyway and made small contributions to defending the country, but what about her?
"Hey, Xiaoyun, where have you been—" The maid who was chatting with Xiaoyun outside Mrs. Ye's house before saw her stomping back, walked over quickly, and asked strangely:

"I just finished my work, and I haven't seen you all the time. I wanted to go to the wing to look for you, but I didn't see you in the wing. Where did you go?"

Seeing her, Xiaoyun thought of Zhou Changxiao's vigorous heartbeat, the anger in her heart suddenly dissipated, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks again, she murmured: "I didn't go anywhere, oops, is there anything I need to do now, I have to help help!"

"Ah? This..." Before the maid could say anything, Xiao Yun entered the room, took a rag and wiped it left and right. She wanted to tell Xiao Yun that she had wiped it all afternoon, but seeing Xiao Yun Yun looked mysterious and refused to tell her anything, so he decided not to remind her.

The maid thought that she had been busy for most of the afternoon, and it would be more serious to go to the wing room to rest first, so she left without saying hello to Xiaoyun, who was still immersed in fantasies about Zhou Changxiao. No time for reality.

The deeper she fantasized, the more difficult she felt that the current life was difficult. Even though today was the first day she had the idea of ​​becoming the general's wife, she already wished she could get married tomorrow.

Xiaoyun kept wiping a small area of ​​the table with a rag, and at the same time was fascinated to think of any way to force Zhou Changxiao to marry her right away.
Just as Xiaoyun kept thinking of Zhou Changxiao's bad ideas, on the other side, at the door of Ye's Medical Center, Zhou Changxiao had completely forgotten Xiaoyun in his mind, and he was talking about the tribute with Ye Zhao.

Zhou Changxiao said: "This time we went to the Western Regions, we won a complete victory, you know that?"

Ye Zhao understood and said: "I know! The emperor gave you a great reward. I heard from the servants in the house that you gave the old man a box of precious spices, and each of my mother and Mrs. Zhou. box of rare jewels!"

Speaking of this, Ye Zhao rolled his eyes, approached Zhou Changxiao with a smile, and said, "My good brother, what about mine? You can't live without my gift, right?"

Zhou Changxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm your good brother at this moment."

Ye Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't intervene. It's fine if you don't!"

"Oh." Zhou Changxiao said very cooperatively: "I really didn't prepare for you. So we are still good brothers?"

Ye Zhao scratched his head, and immediately stared blankly at the front, muttering, "Hey, it's strange, why do I seem to hear someone's voice? But there's obviously no one here*"

Zhou Changxiao poked him.

Ye Zhao swept across him, his expression becoming more frightened.

(End of this chapter)