King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 118
Luo Xianrou was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what was going on.

She took a deep breath, glanced deeply at the yard, turned and left.

Behind her, the sound of killing a chicken soon came from that yard.

Back at her own residence, Luo Xianrou gritted her teeth and brushed her hands in anger, smashing the food box she was carrying on the ground:

"It's really unreasonable. I'm still a serious lady. My father is an official of the fifth rank, and I will lose to a little maid!"

"It's fine if you don't like it, but you don't even look at me, do you think I'm just a display?"

Seeing this, Qianqian, the little girl who was following her, hurried up to appease her:
"Miss, you are a serious housekeeper, you can't be as knowledgeable as that maid!"

"But the prince doesn't look at me at all!" Luo Xianrou said angrily.

Because of anger, his eyes turned red like rabbits.

Qianqian thought for a while and said, "Miss, we can't do anything to that maid!"

Luo Xianrou was slightly stunned: "What do you think?"

Qianqian whispered a few words in her ear.

Luo Xianrou frowned: "You want me to befriend her? My decent official lady, want to befriend a maid?"

Luo Xianrou couldn't help raising her voice, obviously really angry.

Qianqian sighed softly: "Miss, the key issue now is to win the prince's favor, we have to endure!"

"As long as you get close to the prince and fall into his eyes, do you still have to worry about losing your status?"

"That girl is just a maid, and the prince is just a novelty for a while, but the young lady is the one who wants to be on the cusp of the prince's heart!"

Luo Xianrou's words made sense.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you. You go and find out where that maidservant lives and what she likes, and we'll do what we like!"

Qianqian hastily agreed and went down.

At the same time, Jun Wentian actually met Mr. Mo Yu because of the poorly written poem, but the content is eye-catching.

When Jun Wentian heard that Mr. Mo Yu was going to see him, he was shocked.

In the study room of Moxiangju, Jun Wentian sat in front of the table, looking at the antique decorations around him, he felt like he was in a dream.

Not much time, Mr. Mo Yu came slowly.

Today he was wearing a light blue robe with a jade belt around his waist. Although it was hand-painted, his demeanor was elegant and calm.

Jun Wentian got up hastily, even though he was a prince and a prince, he felt that he was a fart in front of Mr. Moyu!
"Master Moyu!" Jun Wentian cupped his fists.

Young Master Mo Yu also clasped his hands together and returned the salute!
"I've heard for a long time that the Seventh Prince is an interesting person, and I saw him today, and he is indeed so!"

Jun Wentian was a little embarrassed: "You didn't say anything when you first met me, how did you know I'm an interesting person!"

Young Master Mo Yu smiled indifferently, and sat opposite him:

"The Seventh Prince doesn't have any pretensions of a prince at all. It's not interesting!"

Jun Wentian smiled embarrassingly.

Mo Yu put the piece of paper in front of Jun Wentian: "What does this poem mean!"

Jun Wentian was a little surprised: "Ah, don't you know, Young Master?"

My heart said: I don’t know what it means, why did you come out to see me?
Mo Yu smiled lightly: "The meaning of the poem is clear, but I don't understand the meaning of the person who wrote the poem!"

"There are quite a few people who come to see Mo Yu, including dignitaries and ladies from aristocratic families. In this Phoenix City, there is no one who does not want to be my guest of honor at Mo Yu's seat!"

(End of this chapter)