I'm not scumbag

Mo Chengrong covered his mouth, walked out with a suppressed smile, and after walking out of the small courtyard, he laughed wantonly.

Ruan Su swears that he saw the blue veins on the young master's forehead, this is the first time he saw the young master showing emotion, standing in the same place, wanting to approach but dare not, standing in the same place entangled, little His face crumpled into a ball.

Mo Nianjiao glanced at him, and walked forward calmly, so the servants along the way saw his young master with a tail attached far behind.

After arriving at the hot spring, after Mo Nianjiao walked in, the guards outside looked at Ruan Qing, who was a little confused. They all knew that the young master brought someone back yesterday, but should he be let in? Said that no one would be allowed to enter, and now the young master's attitude towards this person is still unclear...

Amidst the guards' confusion, Ruan Qing just walked in. At first he didn't know where it was, but when he heard the sound of water, he realized it was the bathroom. His face turned red, he turned around and ran away go out.

And when Mo Nianjiao in the hot spring heard the footsteps, he just raised his eyebrows, thinking that the rabbit was shy!

After Mo Nianjiao finished soaking in the hot spring, the heat on Ruan Qing's face also subsided, and when Mo Nianjiao went out, he found a rabbit looking at her eagerly.

He smiled and said, "What do you want after you follow me like this?"

Ruan Qing's face turned red again, and she explained in a stumbling manner: "No, I just want to thank the young master for saving my life yesterday."

Mo Nianjiao raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Ruan Qing didn't speak, but under Mo Nianjiao's gaze, the rosiness on her face faded little by little, her palm-sized face was pitifully pale.

Only now did Mo Nianjiao notice that this person seemed to be smaller than when he saw it yesterday, so he put away his teasing thoughts and said, "If you have nowhere to go, it's okay for you to live here."

Ruan said softly, "Thank you, Young Master."

Seeing Mo Nianjiao's back going away little by little, Ruan Qing clenched his fists little by little. He also wanted to have a bit of backbone, but in fact he had nowhere to go, and he was indeed a little cautious. He wants to be closer to the young master, he is so powerful, he can do whatever he wants, he can live according to himself...

The selection started soon, Mo Nianjiao looked at the image of the water mirror, just wanted to doze off, it was boring, it was really not as good as the previous one.

Looking at his lazy expression, Mo Chengrong knew that he might not have taken this selection seriously, and said with a smile: "Why, none of our Young Master Mo is interested?"

Mo Nianjiao glanced at him lazily, and said, "What do you think it would be like to put this group of people at the foot of Mojia Mountain?"

Mo Chengrong smiled and said: "Probably no one survived." His eyes were cold.

Mo Nianjiao: "So what's so interesting about it?"

"Too."

The Zhou family at the bottom was unhappy, and Zhou Zizhen, who was sitting at the bottom, looked angrily at the two sitting at the top. They were selected so rigorously, and could tolerate their presumptuousness so much!

Zhou Chengjun frowned and looked at Zhou Zizhen, and said via voice transmission: "Don't be rude!"

Zhou Zizhen looked back angrily, and replied reluctantly: "Yes, it's just that my father doesn't understand why we tolerate them being so presumptuous!"

Zhou Chengjun squinted his eyes and said, "The visitor is a guest."

Zhou Zizhen: "...Yes"

Mo Chengrong noticed the confrontation between the father and daughter below, smiled and said to the bored Mo Nianjiao: "That little beauty just looked at you eagerly~"

Mo Nianjiao: "Remember to ask Uncle Jiu to heal your eyes when you go back."

Mo Chengrong pouted, "It's boring, it's really meaningless to be with your stupid head."

Mo Nianjiao was unmoved, and said calmly: "You can go back and play with Third Senior Sister, I believe it will be very interesting."

Mo Chengrong couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Third Senior Sister's idiot smile, he couldn't hold back his smile, and said angrily: "Well, since you despise me so much, I'll leave later!"

Mo Nianjiao: "You don't need to use me as a raft if you want to go."

Mo Chengrong: "...can we still be good friends!"

Mo Nianjiao: "You are my nephew."

Mo Chengrong: "..."

Zhou Zizhen, who was always paying attention to the top, saw that the conversation between the two above seemed to have collapsed, Mo Chengrong left angrily, and Mo Nianjiao was as cold as ice.

I was overjoyed in an instant, it would be easier to deal with it if the two were separated!

Here, the housekeeper looked at the thin Ruan Qing, and asked with some headache: "How old are you?"

Ruan Qing: "Sixteen"

The steward looked at Ruan Qing with some distress, this small body doesn't look like he is sixteen, okay, his body looks very weak, what can he do, probably the young master didn't expect him to do anything after keeping him Bar!

Ruan Qing said nervously: "I can do many things, I can cook, I can do laundry..."

Housekeeper: "..., there are people in another courtyard who specialize in doing this, and you are too thin."

Ruan Qing squeezed her clothes and remained silent, the housekeeper thought for a while with a headache, and said, "You can serve the young master." Anyway, the young master can't come once a year.

Ruan Qing was pleasantly surprised to see the butler answering repeatedly, the butler lightly touched his head and said: "The young master is actually very talkative, as long as you don't violate his taboo..."

Ruan Qing listened carefully to the precautions that the housekeeper said. Seeing that he was so obedient, the housekeeper couldn't help saying a few more words.

After the first round of selection here, Zhou Chengjun said: "Why don't you ask the young master to go to Bixiao Pavilion to talk about it."

Seeing that Mo Nianjiao didn't speak, Zhou Chengjun continued: "The young master may not know when he first came, but there are three good things in this Qingyun city, good wine, good scenery, and good flowers. Could the young master take a look around?"

Mo Nianjiao was so arrogant that he also wanted to see what tricks this person wanted to play, so he nodded slightly, agreeing.

Bixiao Pavilion stands on a lake, the water of the lake is crystal clear, and the reflection of the surrounding trees is reflected on the lake surface. In the attic, Xiao played and accompanied by lake water, which amazed everyone. Bixiao Pavilion became famous because of this incident, and it was renamed because of it.

Zhou Chengjun opened a private room in Bixiao Pavilion, close to the lake, he could face the scenery of Bixiao Pavilion directly. Mo Nianjiao looked out of the window. It was already evening, and the orange-red sunset turned the lake red. a landscape.

Not long after Xiao Er served the food, Zhou Chengjun smiled while holding a jug of wine: "This wine has been soaked in this cold pool for a hundred years, so it may have a bit of stamina."

As he said that, he opened the stopper, and a clear scent of wine slowly wafted out, making those who smelled it uncontrollably shaken. People downstairs were already talking about the scent of wine.

Seeing Mo Nianjiao's still indifferent expression, Zhou Chengjun couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied, and said with a smile, "There are only three jars of wine, Zhou has never tasted it before, and it was because the young master came today that he asked someone to open a jar of wine."

At this point, Mo Nianjiao picked up the wine glass and sniffed it, and said, "It's okay."

Zhou Chengjun: "Hehe, to get a compliment from the young master is also worthy of the reputation of drinking."

Mo Nianjiao, however, kept looking out the window and didn't respond to these words.

Seeing his attitude, Zhou Chengjun felt turmoil in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He clapped his hands, and someone opened the door and came in.

A woman in white sat down behind a screen, and a woman in pink standing beside asked, "I don't know what song you want to hear?"

Zhou Chengjun laughed and said, "Then let's play what Miss Zou is best at!"

The woman in pink smiled and said: "Look at what the city lord said, Miss Zou is so good at it, how about playing a song called Ming Yuan?"

Zhou Chengjun smiled and said, "Of course you can."

A melodious piano sound came, and Mo Nianjiao looked away from the window and put it in front of the screen. Zhou Chengjun was overjoyed when he saw this, and said: "Qingyun Sanhao, Jinghao, Jiuhao, the young master has already seen it, it is this flower." good,"

Mo Nianjiao looked back at him expressionlessly and said, "Don't make noise."

Zhou Chengjun's face froze, he didn't say yes, and he didn't say no, he froze in place.

After the song was finished, Mo Nianjiao was playing with the wine glass in his hand, but there was no reaction. The woman in pink was also shocked by Mo Nianjiao's words of 'don't make noise' just now, and dared not speak.

Miss Zou, who had never spoken, asked, "What do you think, my lord?"

Mo Nianjiao played with the wine glass and said calmly: "There is more softness, but it loses Mingyuan's vigor."

Miss Zou was startled, then smiled lightly: "Master understands Mingyuan."

Mo Nianjiao: "Slightly understand"

"Why don't you listen to me, son." He started to play the song without waiting for Mo Nianjiao's answer, but it was completely different from the song just now.

If the song just now was gentle and gentle, then this song is a beauty!

Zhou Chengjun's face turned green when he heard the killing spirit hidden in the music.

After the performance was over, Zhou Chengjun said angrily, "Zou Qing, what do you mean by that!"

And Zou Qing, who was pointed at, didn't seem to hear, she sat quietly on the seat and wiped her piano.

The woman in pink at the side hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "I'm really sorry, it's because the girl doesn't know how to flatter her, otherwise let the girl play a song?"

Mo Nianjiao said indifferently: "Mingyuan has never been a gentle music style, since you chose it, you should know what kind of music it is."

The woman in pink silenced her voice instantly, and for a while, the room was as quiet as stagnant water, only Zou Qing seemed not to be affected in any way, and was still playing her piano.

After Mo Nianjiao took a sip of his wine, he put down his glass, stood up and said, "Thank you, City Lord Zhou, for your hospitality."

After speaking, he walked out, not looking at the ugly expression of the people behind him.

After Mo Nianjiao left, Zhou Chengjun dropped his cup, glared at the woman in pink, and left angrily.

The woman in pink flinched from being stared at by Zhou Chengjun, and after Zhou Chengjun left, she said to Zou Qing: "Look at you, you offended City Lord Zhou, I'm afraid there is nothing good to eat, so forget it, but you still have to hurt me !"

Zou Qing didn't seem to have heard her words, just thinking about what Mo Nianjiao said to her when he left, Mo Nianjiao said: "If you want to leave, come to me, you should let go, you don't owe them at all!"

Ruan Qing was making the quilt for Mo Nianjiao, looked at the neatly made bed, nodded with great satisfaction, turned around and wanted to go out, and saw Mo Nianjiao standing at the door, his face turned red.

Stuttering: "Young master, you are back."

Mo Nianjiao nodded, looked at the thin man and asked, "Did the housekeeper ask you to do this?"

Ruan Qing nodded, then shook his head again, Mo Nianjiao smiled and said, "Is this true or not?"

Then he added: "I don't blame you."

Ruan Qing looked at Mo Nianjiao who was always smiling and felt a little strange. When a gust of wind blew past, Ruan Qing shrugged her nose and asked cautiously, "Is the young master drunk?"

Mo Nianjiao chuckled, "No."

Ruan Qing: "..."

Mo Nianjiao walked into the house calmly, his steps were steady, his strength proved that he was not drunk.

Ruan Qing said: "Then I'm going out, young master please rest early."

Mo Nianjiao: "Okay."

Ruan Qing: "..." Why does it still feel like the young master is drunk!

The author has something to say: Mo Chengrong: I want to fight you! ! !

Mo Nianjiao lazily yawned, and Mo Qing who was standing behind silently drew his knife

Mo Chengrong: ...Can you show some face! ! !

Mo Nianjiao raised his eyebrows: If you are not convinced, you can find a wife to protect you!single, body, dog,

……

Mo Chengrong died