Next to the vigorous fire, several people who woke up in Yueyun sat in a pile of people, covered in cloaks, and were talking nonsense.

"How do you feel?"

"No... it feels like I've had a big sleep! Where are you?"

"...I didn't, I was confused, I seemed to have had a sleep, and I still didn't sleep well, and the dreams were like constant!"

"I didn't. I slept very hard and didn't do anything to dream!"

“…”

Yang Guang sat cross-legged in the chair, looking at these people with a frown.

"Master Zhou, I feel... something is wrong!"

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Don't you feel like these people... are all worried?"

"I'm a little absent-minded... It seems like something is hidden in my heart!"

Master Zhou had discovered it long ago.

These people looked obviously wrong after waking up.

But no matter how he asked, these people said one thing-

There was nothing to feel, nothing to do, everything was like a dream.

"Young Master, do you think... have they received our inheritance?"

"It's hard to say!"

Yang Guangmo changed the left hand of the melon seeds in his hand to the right hand, and then to the left hand, his eyes wandering on everyone.

"However, judging from the expressions of these people, they are probably lying!"

"Why lie?"

"I...Master!"

Yang Guang's eyes looked at Mo Xuanchen who was walking in the door, and quickly threw the melon seeds and jumped up, and rubbed his hand on Master Zhou's clothes.

"Go and serve tea to my teacher's wife!"

"yes!"

There is no need to give instructions. Master Zhou has already prepared for it.

Behind the room of Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu, the few people sitting around the stove quickly stood up.

"Master Mo!"

"Prince Lord!"

“…”

Mo Xuanchen responded lightly, let go of Ling Luoyu's hand and walked towards the stove.

"Sit down, don't stand, let's sit down and talk!"

Ling Luoyu walked quietly to the door and stood quietly in the corner, like a feather, not attracting anyone's attention.

"Everyone, because of some things, I didn't see you in time!"

Mo Xuanchen sat down in front of the stove, like a prince rolling up his trousers and farmland, very down-to-earth.

"How is it? Everyone recovered well, right?"

Everyone's expressions were a little strange.

After a look at each other, someone stumbled—

"good!"

"fine!"

"Thank you, the palace master, for thinking about it."

“…”

Master Zhou brought a cup of tea to Ling Luoyu, but she stopped him with a look.

He couldn't help but be stunned, holding the teacup and looking at Yang Guang awkwardly. Who knew that the latter was also confused and didn't understand which drama Ling Luoyu was singing.

But when the master's wife spoke, he could only obey, and then quietly called Master Zhou back without hesitation.

"Young Master, have tea!" Master Zhou embarrassingly delivered the teacup to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang was not polite, and took it and took a big sip: "My master and his wife... are going to play a tacit understanding drama where husband and wife follow each other!"

"Ah?" Lord Zhou looked at Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu in confusion.

A tacit understanding drama where husband and wife sing?

How to sing?

A approachable person, a cold and ignorant person??

Yang Guang smiled unfathomablely: "Don't understand? It doesn't matter. Keep reading. You will understand!"

"Young Master is brilliant!"

“…”

A brilliant yarn!!

Yang Guang actually didn't understand what these two people mean!
Chapter completed!