"In this way, then we will use the auspicious words of sorrow and joy."

After saying that, Lin Mo drank the wine in the glass, smiled slightly, and said, "I will have to worry about my sister in the future. I have been taking good care of my second sister for a while and talk to your second sister, especially in the recent year."

"Take care of the second sister?" Changsun Youle was immediately confused.

"Yes!" Lin Mo nodded seriously, and suddenly asked in confusion as if he had thought of something, "Didn't your grandfather tell you just now? From tomorrow, you will have to follow your second sister and Xiaowan's sister to learn how to serve your second sister in a suitable way."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked. Everyone in the dining room immediately stopped their hands and words, and looked at the main table with surprise.

Everyone present left Lin Mo and thought they had heard it wrong. Changsun Youle was the daughter of the Changsun family. How could he serve his second sister and do what the maid should do?

Everyone present only felt that it was incredible!

Changsun Youyin also felt that he had heard it wrong, so he turned his head and asked Lin Mo what was going on. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lin Mo shook his head at him and signaled that he would not ask, and then he would understand.

"Bang--"

The wine glass in his hand fell on the ground. Changsun Youle, who was full of shock, looked at Changsun Wenming and said, "Grandpa, is what Lord Shangqing said true? I really want to be a maid for my second sister in the future?"

He has been the daughter of the Changsun family for more than 20 years. Now he has to serve others by himself, and he is his second sister. He has never wanted to admit defeat. This makes Changsun, who has inherent arrogance, accept it now.

Looking at the eldest granddaughter who was extremely unwilling to accept his reluctance, Changsun Wenming's face turned cold and said, "Yuele, look at what you are saying. Why are you going to be your second sister's maid? You are just following your second sister."

Just following you? As long as you are not a fool, anyone can hear this as another way of speaking by a maid. Changsun was as happy as he agreed and would stubbornly refuse when he spoke, but how could Changsun Wenming give her a chance?

"Okay, this matter is settled, you have no right to refuse." Changsun Wenming slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table, making a sound that made Changsun Youle tremble all over.

He looked at Changsun's worries with a cold look on his face, and Changsun Wenming said coldly: "Will you still feel wronged by your second sister? You don't even look at your second sister's current identity. He is Princess Roujia of our Daqian Empire. Even the lord of our Shen Kingdom bowed and bowed when we met. Also, your second sister is the wife of the Mo Sect now. What is the status of the Mo Sect? Don't you know? It is a peak cultivation sect where all major countries should respect each other."

Speaking of this, Changsun Wenming's voice slowed down and he sighed: "Silly and Le, as long as you follow your second sister, you will definitely marry a noble man with a noble status in the future. Grandpa is all for your own good, do you know?"

When he heard Changsun's last words, although the cause was all because of himself, Lin Mo couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and he wanted to hear that he would use his granddaughter for benefits for the first time, and he spoke so righteously.

I couldn't help but look at Changsun Wenming with admiration and felt "admiration".

Changsun Youle no longer dared to argue because she knew that her grandfather was determined to let her follow Changsun Youyin, so she nodded in agreement with her fate.

Changsun Youle knew that the reason why his grandfather did this was to protect himself, and it was also certainly a purpose. Changsun Youle definitely did not believe that it was just to be Changsun Youyin's maid.

Seeing that Changsun Youle's affairs were done, how could the other three old people not be jealous and all pulled over the most pretty granddaughter under their knees and became Changsun Youyin's "maid".

Lin Mo had long reminded Changsun Youyin to act according to the opportunity, and now Changsun Youyin also understood what it means, so he did not refuse to let his four clan girls follow him.

The banquet continued, lasting for about an hour before it ended. After the end, the Changsun family gave great gifts to Lin Mo and Changsun Youyin, and then they dispersed and went their own way.

After dinner, Lin Mo and Changsun Youyin sat in the garden in the backyard of Changsun’s house, basking in the sun beautifully and bathing in the rare warm sunshine of Lanzhou City. Both of them were warm and lazy.

He lay lazily in Lin Mo's arms, his head resting on Lin Mo's shoulders. Changsun Youyin, whose face was full of doubt, could no longer control the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"Husband, why do you want Youle and the others to follow me as maids?" As he said that, Changsun Youyin looked at Xiaowan who was standing not far away: "I'm fine, having Xiaowan alone is enough!"

Actually, Xiaowan has always wanted to ask Lin Mo. Does Lord Shangqing dislike her serving Mrs. Yuyin for not being good enough? Now he has to arrange four sisters from Mrs. Yuyin to take care of her?

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Mo, who was lying on the rocking chair, tightly hugging Changsun Youyin's slender waist, and said with a smile: "To be honest, my husband does this to take the four sisters as hostages and let the four Changsun Wenming and the other four be honest."

"On the way to the dining room, I have already sent all the clan brothers who are capable of fighting for the position of the next head of the family. Now that I have held these four sisters in my hands, Changsun Wenming and the four of them are honest."

As soon as these words were spoken, Changsun Youyin immediately understood.

Now the youngest of the four clan girls who followed him is eighteen years old, and she looks quite beautiful. The reason why she has not married yet is that Changsun Youyin also understands that it must be his fourth grandfather who wants to keep them and lose his rich son-in-law.

The purpose of losing the rich son-in-law is extremely obvious. It is necessary to use the strength of the four clan girls to help their son compete with their father for the next head of the Changsun family.

Now that my husband's trick is to remove the firewood from the underworld, he not only lets the uncles out, but also controls the four clan girls in his hands, which is equivalent to breaking the thoughts of the four extremely unhonest and obedient grandpas. He is not unreasonable and clever.

Changsun Youyin was happy. This trick of his husband not only helped his father to firmly sit in the position of the next head of the Changsun family, but also was not bloody and could handle the situation very well!

But there is another thing that makes Changsun Youyin still play a drum in his heart: "Husband, you can't let Youle and the others follow me all the time. After all, Youle and they are the ladies of the Changsun family and are going to get married. When will we let them go?"

Changsun Youyin knew very well that the reason why his four grandfathers, who were not good at being like this made Changsun Youle, follow him and be maids, was that the drunkard was not drinking.

"It depends on our dear grandpa." Lin Mo said with a smile.

"Look at grandpa?" Changsun Youyin looked completely confused.

"Yes!" Lin Mo nodded: "When will our biological grandfather pass on the head of the Changsun family to our father? Half a year later, we will let Changsun Youle and the other four leave, and let the four of them continue to come back to be the daughters of the Changsun family."

Now, Changsun Youyin understood everything. His husband did not show off his eagle. When he saw the rabbit, he would get the nemesis without eagle, and then release the eagle and let it return to the free world.

Thinking that his father could firmly take up the position of head of the Changsun family, and that no one had any trouble in this process, nor did he completely hurt the harmony, Changsun Youyin's heart suddenly became happy.

Just as he was happy, Changsun Youyin suddenly remembered something again, something that he wanted to ask Lin Mo at the banquet, so he immediately asked with confusion on his face.

"By the way, husband, the book "Theory of Heaven" you gave to grandpa at a banquet today was not written by you on the way to Lanzhou City? Why would my grandpa say that it is the original work of Mr. Zhenqing, the first calligrapher who has already won the pen today?"

Changsun Youyin didn't believe that the grandfather, who was fascinated by Mr. Zhenqing's calligraphy, took a look away. Changsun Youyin knew and believed that his grandfather would never have read it wrong.

Lin Mo did not directly answer Changsun Youyin's question, but smiled mysteriously and said, "That husband Youyin is so smart, why not guess? If you guess it, there will be rewards!"

There is a reward! Could it be another fragrant kiss? Thinking of the scene at the Tang Dynasty at the State Guesthouse this morning, Changsun Youyin couldn't help but have a red cheek, but he also thought and guessed.

Just after thinking for a moment, Changsun Youyin had a destiny in his mind. Since it was not his grandfather who was fascinated by Mr. Zhenqing's calligraphy, he saw it, then there was only one explanation.

That word is written by Mr. Zhenqing himself.

Thinking of this, I also thought of my husband saying in Zuishenglou that he was a close friend of the painting saint Wu Dao. At this moment, in this very short moment, Changsun Youyin suddenly felt inspired in his mind, and he looked at his husband with incredible eyes at the corner of his mouth.

"Husband, you shouldn't be..."

"That's right, my husband, I am the saint of calligraphy in the mouths of the literati." Lin Mo interrupted Changsun Youyin's words and smiled proudly: "Your husband, my surname is Lin, my name is Mo, my name is Ziyong, and my nickname is Mr. Zhenqing."

Hearing this, although he had guessed it long ago, when Lin Mo said it, Changsun Youyin still couldn't believe his ears, and even covered his mouth that had grown up from surprise with his hands.

"You don't need to be surprised by this. I am so outstanding, your husband!" Seeing Changsun Youyin's eyes full of admiration, Lin Mo was very proud in his heart.

And his wife admires her so much, which man can't be proud?

After showing off for a while in my heart, Lin Mo said in a deep voice.

"Husband, I met the old guy Wu Dao when I was sixteen. He fell in love with my husband's calligraphy, and I also fell in love with his words. So we often drink tea and chat together."

"Later, with Wu Dao's help, my husband became the name of a saint of calligraphy when I was eighteen years old. However, shortly after I wrote the lonely version of "Theory of Heavenly Dao", Wu Dao died. In order to commemorate this friend, I also sealed the pen."

As he said that, a fleeting sadness suddenly rose in Lin Mo's eyes. He smiled and said, "Sincere, you know that old Wu Dao is not as famous as the world's people. In fact, he loves an old pervert who loves to drink tea and paint. There must be a beauty around him, so that old man has the strength to lift his pen and paint."
Chapter completed!