And a dreamlike whisper.

"Master, if this happens, I can't stand the bed anymore..."

"Shut up, I can't stand you."

That night, the breathless voice kept coming out of the sweet voice, which was almost broken by the man's soul...

The next day, after Ruoyin got up, the Fourth Master had already gone to court.

She was woken up by the sound of being knocked outside.

At this moment, I couldn't help but ask Madam Liu who came to serve her.

"What's the noise outside? Why is it so noisy?" She rubbed her sore waist.

After Madam Liu put her clean clothes on Ruoyin, she said, "Go back to Fujin, this morning, I replaced the old plaque in front of the door and replaced it with a new one. The slave also heard that the Fourth Master ordered the expansion of Prince Yong's Mansion and asked the foreman to take the drawings to see. If you feel dissatisfied, I will say to the foreman again."

"What do I tell you? It turns out to be an expansion." Ruoyin didn't say so-called authenticity.

Yes, from today on, the "Zhen Beile Mansion" will be promoted to the "Prince Yong Mansion".

After breakfast, Ruoyin took the drawings and took a closer look.

She doesn't care about anything else.

After all, she is not from this dynasty.

However, those foremen must have had quite a bit of experience and are very familiar with the reconstruction and decoration of this dynasty.

So she stopped commanding.

Otherwise, it would be scary if her main courtyard built an ultra-modern single-family villa.

Good things should be in a sociable place, and that is just right.

If there are antique buildings around you, you have to make a different one.

Everyone didn't know how to appreciate it at all, but instead seemed out of place and out of place.

So, her only request was to hope that there would be more plants and flowers in the yard and around.

This will be full of vitality and look more lifelike.

After Ruoyin finished reading the drawings and put forward her own small request, it was already noon.

At noon, it was basically time for the princes to go to court and return home.

After the Eighth Master returned home, he went to the main courtyard with a look of indifference.

When he got there, Xiao Guizi sang a newspaper.

After a while, Guo Luoluo came out to greet him.

When she saw the Eighth Master standing in the yard, she was slightly stunned.

With just a moment, she bowed happily: "Please beg me."

This gentle man like a gentleman hasn't been to her main courtyard for many days...

I heard... He has been staying in Aruna's yard these days.

The Eighth Master didn't even look at her, he just said "um" lightly, raised his foot and entered the room.

After Guo Luoluo got up, he followed him into the hall carefully.

She brought a cup of tea from the tray handed over by the slave and handed it to him: "Master, please have tea."

Eighth Master looked ahead and gently tapped the table beside him, signaling her to put it on the table.

After Guo Luoluo put the tea on the table, he sat down aside.

These days, when he hadn't come to her yard, she thought... he would not come, so that she would not fall deeper and be sad.

She thought that as long as she didn't think about it, her heart would not hurt.

She thought that as long as he did not appear in front of her, she would not be hurt.

She thought that time would fade feelings and everything would pass in the end.

She thought it would be good to be alone.

But at this moment, so many of her thoughts were just an illusion after all.

On the days when he wasn't here, she pretended not to think about him.

But I was looking forward to whether he would come and when.

It’s like, from the moment I saw him, my heartbeat accelerated for no reason.

She was holding up the handkerchief tightly, as if she hated herself for not being able to do anything.

Why does her heart always betray her no matter how she controls herself?

Moreover, after two lifetimes, she seems to love him more in this life than in the previous life.

At this moment, when the ostentatious man was caught by the eye.

She pursed her lips and gave in completely.

Because, that throbbing feeling came again.

His every move completely touched her emotions.

Finally, they gathered together and hit her self-indulgent heart hard.

She was thinking... As long as she is still alive in this life, she will never feel anything about him.

"In a few days, Emperor Ama's birthday, please watch and prepare." Eighth Master said lightly.

"I understand, I will." She replied in a low voice.

Since Baye was dismissed from his post, his mood has been getting worse day by day.

Even if the title of Mr. Baylor is restored, he may not be very happy.

Sure enough, Master Eight frowned and said unhappily: "You can't be more motivated, don't mess with useless things every year."

"But... my younger brothers and sisters are all giving gifts." Naturally, every woman's family gives gifts with less affection.

Anyway, men will prepare those valuable gifts.

"Why don't you look at the fourth sister-in-law? She just uses wood and delivers wine every year. It has new ideas and can blow out flowers."

"Everyone has a different personality. I am such a person. Whether I am used to it or not." Guo Luoluo replied indifferently.

The eighth master sneered and turned to look at the woman.

"Why, who did this negative look for to show me?" His voice was gentle and low.

But it is that creepy tenderness.

It's like a xiéè person wearing a warm mask.

Just tear open the hypocritical skin and reveal a devilish face.

"I'm not negative, but I'm in a bad mood and feel unpleasant to hear anything. I really don't understand why I have restored your title of Beile, so why do I still want to do this?" Her tone was very plain, so dull that it didn't seem like I was asking a question.

"What's the point of Beile? It seems that she has taken advantage of her and has restored her title, but she is still standing still. Now even the tenth Lao is the prince, and the master is still Beile, which is ridiculous."

After hearing this, Guo Luoluo lowered his head and finally understood.

People... are always unsatisfied.

All troubles come from one's own bathing.

When bathing is greater than ability, you will be trapped by troubles.

But she only thought about these things in her heart and still didn't say them out.

It’s her the one who suffers from quarrels again.

Just as she was thinking about something, the indifferent voice of a man came from her ears.

"Come here, beat your shoulders for me, my whole shoulders are stiff lately."

"Oh." Guo Luoluo was stunned for a moment, stood up and stood behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Eighth Master leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

Guo Luoluo raised his arm, gently pinched the man's thick shoulder with his fingertips, and pounded him casually.

Eighth Master’s shoulders were very strong and her fingers were very soft.

Every time I helped him press his shoulders, her fingers would be sore for several days.

After a long time, the man said lightly: "Isn't you full?"

His voice was hoarse and low, with some meaning.

"Ah?" Guo Luoluo didn't understand yet, but he just added strength to his hands.

Unexpectedly, the man said again: "Have you not been here for a long time, your body is weak and you don't have the strength?"
Chapter completed!