Chapter 1244
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They would never have guessed that she was already here and had even snuck into the Manor!
"Eh? What are you doing there? "Hui Lang noticed the figure squatting in front of the flowers and raised his voice to ask.
Fengjiu turned around and grinned: "I'm weeding!"
"It's you?" Hui Lang glared: "Aren't you from the Outer Courtyard? Why are you in the Inner Courtyard? "
"The Steward let me in. I'm in charge of sweeping, watering and weeding this area."
"Yang Yong let you in?" Hui Lang muttered strangely: "Since when can a newcomer sneak into the Inner Courtyard?"
Ying Yi saw this and said: "Didn't you drag him in yesterday?"
"That's different."
"There's nothing different." As he spoke, he glanced at Fengjiu and then looked away: "Yang Yong has crossed his goal, so he naturally trusts you. Let's go!"
Hui Lang also looked away and didn't pay any more attention to him. Yang Yong was the Steward and under his management, there had never been any accidents. His ability was obvious to all. If he could let someone in, then it should be fine.
Seeing them leave, Fengjiu squatted back to weeding from time to time.
After staying in the Inner Courtyard for a few days, she still didn't see Xuanyuan Moze. This made her a little angry. On this day, she went to sweep in front of the courtyard again, thinking that he should have come out by now, right? Or did she not see him when he came out?
At this time, she didn't know that on the other side, in a courtyard in the Inner Courtyard, Yang Yong looked at the old man in front of him and asked: "How is it?"
"After being in the Inner Courtyard for a few days, the most frequent place is Master's Main Courtyard. When no one is around, he slacks off. When someone passes by, he pretends to sweep with a broom. Last night, he even fell asleep in the flowers. This morning, he went to sweep in front of Master's courtyard again. From the initial observation, it can be concluded that there is a problem with this person, and he is definitely targeting Master."
The old man's voice was low and serious. He looked at Yang Yong: "Should we get rid of him?"
Hearing this, Yang Yong smiled warmly and asked, "Did you see him harm anyone?"
"Not at the moment, but he has ulterior motives."
"What about strength and cultivation? Can't you feel it? "Yang Yong asked again.
"No, maybe it's because he's cultivating a concealment technique. I can't sense his cultivation level."
Hearing this, Yang Yong nodded. "I understand. You may leave! I'll take care of it. "
Seeing this, the old man nodded and turned around to leave.
After a slight pause, Yang Yong stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked out. Only then did he circle around the fake mountain, pass through the courtyard, and come to a place not far from the main courtyard, where he saw that figure sweeping the floor with a leisurely and lazy look.
Looking at the young man, his hand moved slightly, and a silver needle as thin as a strand of hair shot out without warning towards the young man.
He watched quietly and saw that the lazy looking youth didn't even turn her head. She only tilted her head slightly, and the silver needle brushed past her cheek and sank into the trunk of a large tree not far away. The needle penetrated three centimeters deep into the trunk of the tree.
Seeing this, Fengjiu's eyes moved slightly, and he turned around to look: "Housekeeper?"
Seeing this, Yang Yong nodded and walked over, asking in a warm voice: "Are you used to this place?" The young man's unexpectedly sharp senses surprised him. He didn't even turn his head, and easily avoided the silver needle shot out by him.
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