Chapter 933

"Young master..."

Ya'er, who hasn't spoken for a long time, quietly walks to Lin Yunxi's back and pulls her sleeve. Her voice is as thin as a mosquito's cry. This time, she converges a lot in front of Bai Li Jingqi, and she doesn't cry like before.

"We, we'd better go back."

Sneaking toward the direction of Baili Jingqi, ya'er's eyes dodge for fear that he will notice himself.

Miss said, this is the emperor's eldest grandson of the Dayong Dynasty. She is just a girl. Where can she offend?

But it doesn't mean that she is willing to do swill work

If Miss wants to go with her, doesn't that mean she also wants to go with her?

The young monk is the eldest grandson of the emperor. He certainly doesn't need to do it himself. What if he wants to help himself?

Looking down at his humble black gray servant men's clothes, ya'er wants to cry very much.

It's all in order to cooperate with the young lady's disguise as a man, which makes her a little girl and her family become a little guy. If her daughter dresses up, others may not be able to bear to let her work, but now she looks like a woman from head to toe?

Ya'er, who plans for herself, really doesn't want Lin Yunxi to follow the little monk to pour the swill. The little monk also really doesn't want her to follow him.

"Jing'an is right. Our three big men work very fast. You don't have to worry."

The little monk didn't notice ya'er's unusual look at him. Now he's frank, but he won't deny himself because of others' casual look.

"Really not?" Lin Yunxi thinks it's a pity. He still wants to fight for it.

But little monk is really for her sake, so stinky dirty work, he doesn't want to let her go to suffer with himself.

"Well, go back and have a rest. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Well, remember tomorrow morning."

Lin Yunxi reluctantly retreated and walked on the way back to the west chamber. Looking at the little monk standing behind Cao An and Feng Yi gently waving to herself, her heart was also inexplicably comfortable.

Finally - finally, there was a good start with him.

All the way back until back to the West Wing room, Lin Yunxi's face smile has never been more than half a cent, bud son is different, collapsed a face, Leng is face like ashes.

But Lin Yunxi, who was in a good mood, didn't pay attention. He went back to his room and poured a cup of tea and sat down.

"No, miss, I really can't stand it any more..."

Ya'er hasn't been noticed for a long time. She can't help but follow her. She grabs a hot towel to wipe Lin Yunxi's face and starts to complain.

"It's too exciting. What are you going to do, miss

"What to do?" Lin Yunxi supported his chin with one hand and looked at ya'er who was anxious to get angry. He still had a bright smile on his face.

"We really can't afford to offend either of these two masters. Miss, you can only choose one. Who do you choose?"

Ya'er squats beside Lin Yunxi bitterly, with a tangled look on her face, which is very pitiful.

Jiuwangye and huangchangsun are excellent people who can't afford to offend. If they are put in the Dayong Dynasty and let other women choose them, any one of them can make people scream and appreciate the smoke from their ancestral graves.

But these two seem to have a crush on their own young lady, although... Although they don't seem to know that she is a woman.