Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

About half an hour after the palace banquet began, a handsome teenage servant came out from Donghuamen.

Slightly drooping eyes flowed slowly from the people at the door, and he raised his sharp voice and asked:

"Which is the attendant of the admiral of the East Factory?"

When Gu Yunxi heard this, he was overjoyed and a hint of tension rose in his heart. His slender hands clenched the food box tightly, for fear that he would lose dignity by accidentally breaking something.

According to the rules, Gu Yunxi straightened his waist and walked a few steps forward, stopping at a distance of three feet from the servant, bending over to give salute, and replied in a rich voice:

"Back to father-in-law, the villain is."

"Ok."

The little maid looked at her up and down, and slightly curled her lips in satisfaction, and nodded lazily, saying:

"Lord Leng is a little drunk, and ordered someone to send the depressive soup. Take things and follow me!"

This set of procedures, as Cheng Wanli told her earlier.

This little father-in-law was the one who found an excuse to take her into the palace to meet Gu Yunyao.

Gu Yunxi turned his head and looked at Qianhou Cheng Wanli.

His big hand rested on one of her shoulders, patted her, and pointedly said:

"Go ahead, be careful."

"Thousand households, please rest assured."

Gu Yunxi exchanged glances with him, nodded with a knowing heart, quietly lifted the food box and followed behind the waiter, the figure entered the Donghuamen, and was lost in the morning and evening. Reading URL: m..