Yan Xiaoyu's face turned even paler, and she beat Yun Ziyou's chest, "You bastard, do you want to kill me? Aya is still in his hands, he will deal with Aya!"
Yun Ziyou smiled and held her hands, his eyebrows were slanted and charming, he smacked his tongue, "Idiot Yan Xiaoyu, if Xiao Ninglan would embarrass a maid, then it would be impossible for him to live in the East Palace for so many years and live in peace...
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Yan Xiaoyu was stunned there. Each of them spoke so profoundly that she couldn't understand a word. Yun Ziyou looked at her blank expression and quickly slapped her face, before she could react.
, he jumped up and drifted to the window, "Remember, sharpen your teeth. If Xiao Ninglan dares to bully you, you will bite him to death!"
Yan Xiaoyu looked at Yun Ziyou's back, puffed her mouth angrily, reached out to wipe away the wet marks on her cheeks, sat down and began to sulk.
There were noisy footsteps outside. She opened the door. Everyone was ready to go back to Beijing. Xiao Ninglan stood on the second floor with a dark handsome face, looking at the soldiers lined up below. Yan Xiaoyu approached him in a flattering manner, "I'm going back."
What to do with the one hundred thousand dans of grain and grass?"
Xiao Ninglan looked at her coldly, his eyes as cold as daggers, and his deep and narrow phoenix eyes flashed with contempt. He said nothing and walked downstairs.
Yan Xiaoyu followed him awkwardly and said with a pretty face, "Well, you also know that Aya was unjustly accused. When are you going to let her go?"
Xiao Ninglan still didn't speak, but just walked out of the inn and got on her own car. Yan Xiaoyu lifted up her skirt and was about to get on the car, but was frightened back by Xiao Ninglan's cold eyes.
When the carriage set off, dust billowed from the long procession. In front was the carriage, then the cavalry, and finally the infantry. Yan Xiaoyu held up her skirt and followed the infantry, with a mournful face but muttering unconvinced words.
He said, "Just go back, what's the big deal..."
Aya was in the prison car, looking at Yan Xiaoyu who was running in embarrassment with the team, gritting his teeth and struggling to stand up. Yan Xiaoyu waved to Aya from a distance, "Aya, don't worry, when I was in school before,
He is a long-distance running champion."
Aya calmed down, stood on the prison car, and looked at Yan Xiaoyu with a frown. Yan Xiaoyu was out of breath. The skirt she was wearing was too cumbersome. She almost fell down when running a few times. In the end, she simply held up her skirt.
Running behind the infantry, she kept coughing due to the dust. A business carriage seemed to be passing by. An elegant young man lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to Yan Xiaoyu, "Girl, do you need me to give you a ride?"