Sometimes, a word, an expression, or a small hint, unconsciously, becomes a thorn in the heart, remaining in a corner of the heart, and once touched, it will make people especially mind its existence.

The conversation with Ling Chenyi that night, especially in the face of doubts about whether Mr. Luo and himself were really related, was like a thorn that had fallen on Osmanthus in her heart.

At this time, Mr. Luo repeatedly mentioned these things, and the sense of thorn in Osmanthus became stronger and stronger.

But Mr. Luo didn't know it, and he was still trying his best to persuade Osmanthus to follow Ling Chenyi back to the capital.

At the beginning, Osmanthus was still a little patient to talk to him, but after a lot of repetition, Osmanthus also seemed a little impatient.

"Okay, Mr. Luo, if you want to go back to the capital, I can arrange for someone to send you back. Of course, you can also consider following the prince with him. But I'm definitely not going to the capital. My home is in Qinhe Village, and I want to go back to my home. As for the relationship between me and the prince, I won't bother you to worry about this. ”

"You, you, I'm ......" Mr. Luo wanted to say something more, but Osmanthus didn't give him a chance at all.

Standing up from the chair, Osmanthus gently tugged at her sleeve and said, "Didn't Mr. Luo say that he wanted to keep this bit of blood of the Luo family?" Since you want to keep your bloodline, it is naturally better to leave the capital as far as possible. Otherwise, if the court saint is unhappy one day, and he takes me under the knife or something, the bloodline of the Luo family will really be broken at that time. ”

After saying this, Osmanthus paused and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, Mr. Luo, look at this hour, you should also rest." I won't delay your rest here any longer, so I'll take my leave. ”

As she spoke, Osmanthus turned around and left, without giving Mr. Luo a chance to speak again.

When she walked to the door of the room, Osmanthus happened to meet Chu Yannian, who had just changed her clothes and rushed over.

Seeing Chu Yannian, Osmanthus's head hurt slightly.

This brother of mine looks very clever, but when he meets his closest relatives, he is in a mess and is blinded by the so-called blood relatives.

Now looking at Chu Yannian's eyebrows and eyes, and then comparing them with Mr. Luo's eyebrows, I don't know if there is something wrong with my feelings, Osmanthus feels more and more that these two people have no imagination.

Blood relatives, especially the relationship between uncles and nephews, how to say, the two should be somewhat similar, right?

"Girl, what's wrong?" Chu Yannian saw that Osmanthus was about to leave first, and immediately looked puzzled, "Didn't Mr. Luo want to talk to you about something?" What, it's over? ”

"I have said everything that should be said, what should not be said, I believe that Mr. Luo himself will not take the initiative to say it!" Osmanthus shrugged her shoulders and said again: "Brother, Mr. Luo is going to rest, just right, you go to the study with me, I have something to tell you." ”

"yes, okay." Chu Yannian didn't have the slightest doubt about his sister's words.

In addition, Osmanthus deliberately prevented Chu Yannian from entering the house to see Mr. Luo, so Chu Yannian really didn't think much about it, and followed Osmanthus out of the courtyard where Mr. Luo lived.

In Osmanthus's study, the brother and sister sit side by side in chairs under the window.

"What do you say? Don't leave with Mr. Luo? At this time, Chu Yannian seemed a little Chinese excited, for no other reason, it was Guihua who had just expressed his attitude and would not follow Mr. Luo to go down together.

This decision made Chu Yannian, who had already recognized that the other party was his own uncle, instantly blew up the temple, "No, this is absolutely not good." Mr. Luo's legs and feet are not very neat now. Coupled with the fact that his body is so weak, how can he be separated from us? ”

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