Mo Junran spoke casually, as if he was just chatting.
Yang Zhao thought about it and indeed remembered the look in Yun Xiaozi's eyes when he stared at Qiu Liang. It seemed a little different.
But, does Qiuliang also have that kind of feelings towards Yunxiaozi?
I don't really feel that way.
The autumn chill doesn't seem to have changed much.
But judging from their age, the four maids around her should have reached marriageable age a long time ago. She had actually raised this issue several years ago, but none of the maids were willing to get married.
Among the four maids, Qiuliang is the oldest, at twenty-two years old.
If she really has a man she likes...
That's not right!
Yang Zhao suddenly reacted and looked at Mo Junran with slightly narrowed eyes: "You seem to care about my girl?"
The leader of the Dragon and Phoenix Pavilion always had a very cold impression.
She always kept her words brief, so when did she become so talkative? She even cared about the marriage of her maidservant.
Could it be...
"Are you interested in my Qiuliang?"
Yang Zhao asked him with narrowed eyes.
When Mo Junran heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Qiuliang, who had just spread a straw mat in the tent, came out and heard:... ?
She glanced at Mo Junran. Xiu Ya's tense little face didn't change at all. She just walked to Yang Zhao and said, "Miss, the bed is made. You can rest now."
After a pause, she added, "Miss, I will never marry in this life. I will not go anywhere except by your side, unless I die." She expressed her meaning directly and clearly.
How could Yang Zhao not understand what his maid meant?
She looked at Qiu Liang and wanted to ask Yun Xiaozi, but after changing her mind, she nodded: "Well, if you don't want to, no one can force you."
Then she glanced at Mo Junran, her eyes becoming colder: "When we return to the Mo Dynasty, the Pavilion Master's mission will be completed."
After saying that, she stood up and went into the simple tent not far away.
Mo Junran stood up and wanted to explain.
Qiu Liang stood in front of them, his eyes cold, alert and cautious, and finally he even stood guard outside the tent.
Mo Junran sat back by the campfire and frowned.
He is reviewing the game.
Find out where you went wrong.
This was the method Chen Liu taught him privately, and he had gotten used to it along the way, so he soon realized that he still hadn't been able to express his meaning clearly in time, and that there were some things that shouldn't come out of his mouth.
But it’s okay, I’ll explain it tomorrow.
However, on the rest of the journey, he didn't find any chance to be alone with Yang Zhao. Qiu Liang completely turned into a follower who followed him around all the time, and he couldn't find any opportunity to be alone with Yang Zhao.
This made Mo Junran's face darker.
Finally, on the night before he arrived in Yujiang City, he got his chance and said, "That's not what I meant when I told you before."
Yang Zhao was confused.
Apparently, after more than ten days, she had already forgotten the previous topic.
Mo Junran could only bring it up again: "Talk about your maid's marriage."
After hearing this, Yang Zhao finally realized what was happening and said to him directly, "Qiu Liang doesn't like you, so don't even think about it."
Mo Junran's mouth twitched.
Did she really think he was attracted to Qiu Liang?
Not sure if it was because he had been feeling depressed these days, or if he was irritated by her indifferent attitude, but Mo Junran, who had already thought of how to explain, suddenly had an urge not to beat around the bush anymore.
He took a step forward, looking at Yang Zhao with a darker look in his eyes: "You really don't feel anything at all?"
"What does it feel like?"
Yang Zhao was still a little confused, but a big hand grabbed her hand, staring at him with extremely deep eyes: "This feeling."
Yang Zhao frowned slightly.
But he took her hand and placed it on his enchanting cheek: “There is still this feeling.”
Yang Zhao subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.
Mo Junran pressed her hand tightly against his face and looked at her deeply: "Do you really not feel anything at all?"
How could Yang Zhao not feel anything?
When she put her palm against his cheek, she felt an inexplicable heat under her palm, which made her want to pull her hand back, but he held her down and she couldn't move it away.
So she felt uncomfortable all over at this moment.
Especially when she met his affectionate eyes, an indescribable emotion flashed through her heart.
This time, she understood what he meant clearly.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But before she could speak, the man said in a deep voice with an emotion that could not be concealed: "I like you."
This kind of "confession" was actually a bit abrupt and frivolous to the ancients.
But Mo Junran was more serious than ever before. He looked at her and said again, "Yang Zhao, I like you."
Yang Zhaowei opened her eyes wide.
"you……"
"Don't talk, just listen to me first."
Mo Junran's enchanting face was stained with a touch of rosy red, and the tips of his ears were red as if they could drip blood: "I know that I will seem frivolous if I say this, but if I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say it again."
"So just listen to me first."
"I like you, but I don't have any feelings for your girl."
"I brought up that topic that night because I saw that girl of yours took up all your time, leaving me no room to get involved. That's why I was deliberately looking for a topic. I thought if you wanted to marry her off, I'd be the matchmaker. I just wanted her to make some room for me..."
Hearing such straightforward words, Yang Zhao didn't know how to react.
The heat under my palms grew hotter and hotter.
The cheeks of the man in front of her were getting redder and redder. Even from a distance, she could almost hear the thumping of his heart.
He is nervous.
Very nervous.
Even my heart was beating very fast.
After he finished speaking, he stared at her, as if waiting for her answer.
Yang Zhao knew what he was waiting for.
To be honest, she was not without some feelings.
It's a pity that she had already decided not to get married in this life, and she had no interest in finding a man for emotional matters.
"Feel sorry."
Yang Zhao looked him in the eyes with a cold heart and said, "I don't like you, and I have no plans to remarry. Pavilion Master, please find someone else you like."
After saying that, she was about to pull her hand back.
He didn't twitch at first, but finally, under her indifferent gaze, he let go.
"Is there really no possibility?"
He asked with a dim look in his eyes.
The evildoer's face looked somewhat pitiful at this moment, like an abandoned puppy.
Yang Zhao glanced at it and then looked away: "No."
After saying that, Yang Zhao left.
Watching her mercilessly turn away, Mo Junran's eyes, which had been flashing with pity and sadness, gradually became darker. His face no longer had the pitiful look just now. His thin lips curled slightly: "You are really heartless."
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