The hall was filled with gasps, and a moment later, whispers of praise and criticism continued.

"Wow, it turns out that the young marshal's wife looks like this, doesn't it mean that she is ugly?"

"It's so beautiful, I always thought that Miss Mo was stunning, but I didn't expect that the young marshal lady would be on an equal footing with Miss Mo."

"Hmph, didn't you say that you have allergies on your face? It's clear that it's tricky and scheming. ”

"If you don't have a lot of scheming, how can you marry a young marshal? Didn't you see that the young marshal has been defending her, and even Miss Cheng has been scolded? ”

......

There are people who are jealous and twisted acid.

There are those who are envious and envious.

There are also those who are shocked and frightened.

Qin Zhirou stared at Chu Yunyao's face, which was three or four points similar to Wen Ruyi, as if she had seen a dead person, her heart seemed to be pulled by something, and the past came out like a picture frame by frame.

Frightened, she took a step back and almost fell, but fortunately, Mama Rong quickly helped her from behind.

"Madam, she is Chu Yunyao, not Wen Ruyi." Mama Rong leaned into Qin Zhirou's ear and reminded in a low voice.

Mo Zhongtian stared at that face, the mist was surging at the bottom of his eyes, as deep as the dark deep sea, as if he had thought of something, his face instantly turned cold, dark as water.

Chu Yunyao was keenly aware of the chill emanating from Mo Zhongtian's body, and compared to the first time he saw her with abscesses on her face, he seemed to be even more unwilling to see her face, and looked at her as if he was looking at an enemy.

What the hell is going on? What's wrong with her face?

Chu Yunyao frowned, puzzled.

If she had known this, she should have listened to the butler better than being treated as a thorn in the side by the Overseers.

Mo Lingyuan saw her with thin eyebrows, afraid that she would be unhappy, so he took her wrist and walked out: "I'll take you to the backyard." ”

It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared from sight that Qin Zhirou came back to her senses, and glanced at Mo Zhongtian, who was hiding a thin anger, her long nails were about to sink into the flesh of her palm, and her voice was like a mosquito ant: "It's time for the python to eat, go and open its exit." ”

Mama Rong nodded clearly: "Okay." ”

......

Chu Yunyao sat in the gazebo by the flower garden, put her hand on her forehead and looked into the distance: "Is such a big sea of flowers planted by your mother herself?" ”

"No, half of it was planted by my father's aunts, but the whole sea of flowers is taken care of by those aunts." Mo Lingyuan pointed to the women who came over from the flower field.

"The young marshal is good." The second aunt took off a jade bracelet from her wrist and stuffed it to Chu Yunyao: "The first time we met, there was nothing to give, this is for you to hold, it can be regarded as a meeting gift." ”

Seeing this, the other two aunts took off their best jewelry and handed them to Chu Yunyao.

"This is the young marshal's wife, right? It's beautiful. The third aunt looked at Chu Yunyao and gave her a ruby ring.

"The young marshal will bring the young lady over to play more in the future." The fourth aunt took off a gold bracelet.

Even Qin Zhirou didn't prepare any meeting gifts for her, she didn't expect that these three concubines who had never planned to meet would be so polite to her.

It seems that these three people probably don't play against Qin Zhirou very much.

Chu Yunyao didn't expect that in addition to the Overseer's wife, there were also three aunts and wives in the mansion, and they were not ready to return the gift, and it was not easy to accept their meeting gift, so she looked at Mo Lingyuan hesitantly.

Mo Lingyuan took those things one by one and handed them to Chu Yunyao: "Aunts, take a piece of your heart." ”

"Yes, it's not a valuable thing, as long as the young lady doesn't dislike it." The third aunt said softly.

"Of course not." Chu Yunyao had no choice but to put the things away, looked at the faces of several people and said, "I didn't prepare anything in return, so let's write a few recipes for beauty, beauty, qi and blood......