"No, no, no, sir, I made a mistake. Isn't it okay if I know I'm wrong? Let's kill the slaves!" Mingyi and Xiaoyin immediately complained when they saw this.
"Hmph! I'll spare you two little hooves this time. If you dare to talk nonsense in the future, see if I will spare you." Yan Ziruo retracted her fist and said angrily.
"Slaves don't dare to talk nonsense, because slaves tell the truth." Xiaoyin stuck out her pink tongue and muttered in a low voice.
"Xiaoyin, what did you say?" Yan Ziruo looked at him threateningly.
"Oh, sir, time is running out. I haven't found a suitable headgear to wear yet. What should I do?" At this time, Mingyi suddenly saw that his head was empty, and immediately exclaimed in panic,
"Sir, you really don't have any hair accessories.
The city lord has finally come here. You must dress up nicely, so that the city lord will come over more often in the future. Think about it quickly." Mingyi refused to give up and once again searched for the messy items on the dressing table.
piece of jewelry, he asked eagerly.
"Yes, yes, yes, sir, tell me and I will help you get it." After hearing Mingyi's words, Xiaoyin stopped talking and became anxious.
"All my accessories are here, how can I hide any others?" Yan Ziruo was disturbed by the two waiters, but the tension in his heart disappeared, "Okay, don't be busy.
, the ones on the table are already very good, come and help me put them on."
"This is the only way." Mingyi saw that she had no choice but to pick up two of the best hair accessories and put them on Yan Ziruo, nagging dissatisfiedly,
"No, sir, tomorrow, the slaves have to accompany you to the street to buy some beautiful jewelry. Look, your dignified servant of the Free City only has these few pieces of jewelry. Too much
How can that be done?"
Yan Ziruo heard what Ming Yi said and felt that what Ming Yi said was reasonable. Although he didn't care about these external things, he was the chief servant of the city lord after all. If he lost his own face too casually, it wouldn't be a big deal and he would lose the face of his wife.
It's a big deal.
"Okay, let's invite the other brothers and sisters to go shopping on the street tomorrow." Yan Ziruo said gently.
"My lord, my lord, the city lord is here and has arrived in the courtyard." At this time, a waiter from outside hurried in and reported happily loudly.
"What, so fast? Xiaoyin, hurry up and help. Hurry up. Didn't the housekeeper give me a bottle of perfume last time? Spray it on me quickly." Ming Yi immediately became anxious after hearing this and urged.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyin hurriedly took a bottle of golden perfume from the dressing table and quickly sprayed it hard on Yan Ziruo's body a few times.
"Okay, that's enough. The city lord is about to enter the house. Please clear the table quickly." Sensing the familiar footsteps outside the house, Yan Ziruo hurriedly ordered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Feimeng had already stood outside the door and knocked twice on the open door.
"Can I come in?" Liu Feimeng's unique indifferent voice sounded immediately.
"City Lord, please come in quickly!" Yan Ziruo heard the sound and hurriedly came out of the inner room, stepped forward to greet her, bowed and saluted: "Zi Ruo, meet my wife!"
"Slave, please see the city lord, may the city lord be blessed!" The servants in the room immediately knelt down and saluted.
"Get up quickly!" Liu Feimeng said, then she helped Yan Ziruo up with her own hands and said warmly: "Ziruo, we are husband and wife, you don't need to be so polite every time. In the future, except for formal occasions, when we meet,