Ziyuan took a breath, then lowered her head and said neatly: "Young Marshal, the eldest lady said tonight is a family dinner for the Yi family. Do you have any special instructions?"
The young marshal did not answer.
Still drinking tea one sip after another.
However, the tea would always be finished. His long, white fingers gently placed the tea on the table with gentle movements without making any sound.
The whole person leaned against the back of the chair tiredly, holding a handkerchief in his hand, as if thinking about something.
Ziyuan waited for a while, but did not hear the Young Marshal's voice. She couldn't help but glance at the Young Marshal secretly, and her heartbeat began to speed up again.
Is this person not far away in front of me really a man?
Her skin color is as white as jade, crystal clear.
The delicate eyebrows are vaguely hidden in the soft black short hair.
The nose is strong and the lips are thin and soft.
Those eyes are very much like a pair of women's eyes, filled with autumn water and full of charm.
That face, no matter how you look at it, how soft and charming it is.
Biandu, his whole body exudes a cold aura, and from a distance, one can feel the temperature that freezes the flames.
Biting cold.
There is nowhere to escape.
Tenderness and coldness, such contradictory things, were concentrated on him.
But not annoying.
Instead, it carries a charm that is irresistible.
"inertia."
The young marshal slowly raised his head, with an indifferent expression on his face, and with his thin lips as soft as roses, he slowly highlighted a line of words: "Love, I must go."
"Ah?" Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, Zhong Qing, it seemed to be a woman's name, a maid of the Yi family?
Why did the young commander personally name him?
The maids of the Yi family are divided into different levels.
The maids who serve at the family banquet are all maids of the highest rank.
And Ziyuan, who can become the eldest lady's personal maid, is naturally the highest among the highest.
In addition, since she is the maid of the mistress of the house, she naturally knows the maids of the Yi family very well, but she has never heard of the name Zhongqing.
Presumably, it's a new maid.
However, she is also a maid with great background.
Ziyuan had a lot of thoughts in her heart, but on her face, she respectfully agreed, turned around and left.
It was quiet inside the house.
The young marshal yawned lazily and coquettishly, stood up slowly, grabbed the handkerchief in his hand, walked slowly to the cabinet on the side, took the key, and opened a small box.
