The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingyuan held Chu Yunyao for a long time, and then the feeling of nothingness in his heart slowly disappeared. His empty heart seemed to be filled with something again, and the whole person had a kind of happiness of being lost and recovered.

He didn't have time to ask her why, so he couldn't wait to pick her up, put her on the horse's back, turn over and go to the house.

People behind them mount their horses one after another and follow Mo Lingyuan to leave.

Duan Changyu saw bao'er standing alone, leading his horse to her side: "girl bao'er, I'll take you back to the house."

Bao'er had to step on the stirrup and climb up with both hands and feet, grabbing the mane on the horse's back.

Duan Changyu, holding the reins, goes to Zuo Qiandai's horse and turns over. They are riding side by side. The horse goes forward slowly and slowly...

...

after entering the mansion, Mo Lingyuan takes Chu Yunyao into the star storage building, looks at her up and down, and asks softly, "where are you hurt?"

Chu Yunyao shook her head.

She was safe and sound, but her hair was scattered and her body was stained with dirty soil.

Mo Lingyuan then opened the cupboard and looked for her clothes: "after you left today, I asked the housekeeper to take your clothes. You go to the ear room to wash them."

Chu Yunyao went into her ear room with the clothes she had changed.

Mo Lingyuan stood by the window, looking at the dark night sky outside, went to the shower room, took off his clothes, scooped cold water with a ladle, and kept pouring it over his head.

When the housekeeper saw the two men coming back, he quickly brought some food from the back kitchen. As soon as he came in, he heard the sound of splashing water in the shower room.

The housekeeper put the food on the table, stretched out his head and looked at the crack of the half closed door. He saw that Mo Lingyuan was only wearing a pair of white trousers, bared his upper body and poured down the cold water pocket.

The housekeeper was terrified.

Is your head hot, or do you think the cold weather is not cold enough? What kind of cold bath is it?

There is no hot spring pool in the backyard. Isn't it more comfortable to soak in it than to wash cold water?

Guan Jiazheng hesitates whether to stop Mo Lingyuan's behavior. He sees that Mo Lingyuan has immersed his whole head in a cold bucket.

Housekeeper:....

the housekeeper finally couldn't help but rushed in and pulled Mo Lingyuan out of the cold water.

After pulling the towel hanging on the shelf to wipe the water off his face, his eyes were red: "my Lord, what's the matter with you? This lantern festival has just passed. It's the time of cold spring. Do you want to freeze yourself?

What is it that I can't think of? "

Mo Lingyuan's tall body was like a stake. He stood upright and held the dry cotton cloth in the housekeeper's hand. He closed his eyes and said, "housekeeper Su, when did you follow my mother?"

"I've been with my wife since I was a child." The housekeeper smiles, and seems to recall the happy days in the past, "the old slave is the son of the Su family. He was raised by the Su family when he was a child. He watched his wife grow up, get married, and have children..."

"then you must know that the real reason why my mother died of depression is not because my father wanted to take a concubine, right?"

Housekeeper: ---

the corner of the housekeeper's lips was trembling and he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Lingyuan suddenly turned to his side and stared at the housekeeper's dodgy eyes for a moment. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why have you never mentioned this to me?

Lin's family was exterminated, not in collusion with the enemy.

It was his father Shuai's hand that the Wen family broke down overnight, right? "

The housekeeper hung his head and stammered. He didn't know how to explain: "Lord, old slave, old slave..."

the housekeeper said: "master, old slave, old slave..."