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[122] Good eloquence is good fortune

If that were the case, then all Mo Zifei's trust in her would be lost. And Mo Zifei was the best supporter for her, well, in name only... and her husband in the real sense.

To be honest, she still felt a little regretful that she had completely forgotten the feeling of the "first time". This was one of her major failures as a human being.

Xiao Lige only felt that her heart was beating irregularly "bang bang bang bang", as if she was suffocated inside and wanted to jump out for some air.

"Why?" Yuhuan tilted his head: "Fei Shao said that your character is rather... strange. You have to let me watch you all the time to feel at ease. Besides, the villa is in chaos now, and the remnants of the elders are still there.

If it is not cleaned up, if you are allowed to go out, there is no chance that anything will happen."

What is a strange character?

Xiao Lige's heart was like playing bungee jumping. Every time she went up and down, she would not be scared to death, but she would also be breathless.

"But..." Xiao Lige's mind turned and she grinned, putting on a kind and innocent look. She took Yuhuan's hand and said, "As soon as I heard your name, I felt that you have the potential to be a noble concubine. Concubine, you are

Do you know?"

Girl Yuhuan shook her head, looking confused: "The imperial concubine is very expensive... Flying Pigeon?"

Come and smash her brain with a hammer!

The corners of Xiao Lige's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and it took a while before she came back to her senses. She reached out and patted her face, and she remained calm and explained: "The imperial concubine refers to... some prominent female corpses. Anyway, this is more or less the case.

I mean."

"Oh, that's what I meant." Girl Yuhuan's expression became a little embarrassed: "Yuhuan, thank you madam for the compliment."

It's really hard to communicate with uneducated people.

She complained in her heart, her face still looked like a cute and innocent little lady.

"So, I just trust you to get it, and the other little maids will get it..." She lowered her voice and said in Yuhuan's ear: "I'm not worried."

Yuhuan was so happy with Xiao Lige's words that she was called a Pleasant Goat and a Big Big Wolf...

"Then..." She hesitated for a moment and finally made up her mind: "Madam, you must stay in the main hall and you are not allowed to go out and walk around."

"Hai!" She waved her hand: "What am I going to do? The remaining gang members outside have not been wiped out yet. Didn't I just hit the muzzle of the gun when I went out...oh no, just hit the edge of the knife? Just relax and help me get it.

The sword is ready."

"Hey, okay!" Yuhuan was finally relieved. She went back and told the maids a few times before walking down the stairs to the main entrance of the main hall.

Sure enough, good eloquence is a blessing!

Xiao Lige looked around a few times, walked up the steps and stood at the door of the room and coughed a few times: "Cough cough cough cough..."

She just wanted to warn An Ye who was hiding somewhere, but a maid immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Madam, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"No, no, I'm just a little dry. I'll go in and have a sip of tea." She walked a few steps and yawned in a decent manner: "Hey, I seem a little sleepy. You guys stand guard at the door and let me sleep well again.

A while."

"It's Madam." The maids lowered their eyebrows and bowed.

She entered the room and closed the door.

This room is very large and decorated with splendor, just like a nouveau riche home. No wonder Mo Zifei doesn't seem to live here very much. There are things made of gold everywhere, and even if he closes his eyes, he can still be caught by flashes of gold.

, who would like to live there!
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