On the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. Luo Zhaoyun returned to Luo Mansion and accompanied Luo Rong, Luo Yi and others to have the New Year's Eve dinner. He did not leave him to stay up to the New Year, but returned to his house at night and accompanied Ning Muhe to celebrate the New Year.

This is the fifth New Year's Eve of his return to the Sui Dynasty. Every year, he spends the New Year with Mu He and has long formed a tacit understanding and attachment.

Luo Zhaoyun didn't know what Ning Muhe was in his mind now. She had childhood memories and cared for each other, and grew up childhood sweethearts...

Although her identity is just a maid, she has been taking care of the Ning Chamber of Commerce in Youzhou over the years. Her thinking and insight have long left her maid's vision, but she is a woman who knows how to calculate and understands the overall situation.

Sometimes, Luo Zhaoyun also thought that if she didn't get married, she could continue her business for herself. If she got married, his trust in Ning Muhe would naturally weaken.

Girls look outward, and in the face of career and love, women often choose to stand on the side of their wishful husbands, even if they fly into the fire, they will never refuse.

"Alang, what are you thinking?"

Ning Muhe saw Luo Zhaoyun standing at the door of the hall, watching the snow and night scene in the garden, and couldn't help but come over and ask.

She was wearing a sky-green small sleeve shirt, a light red brocade cotton scarf, and a thin waist. The Hunan skirt on her lower body was still shaking slightly. Her quiet back was soft and graceful, which really made her pity for life.

"I didn't think about anything, and I don't know what the future will be. How many years can I stay in the capital!"

"Alang, if you are unhappy in this, we can go back to Youzhou at any time. There are our restaurants in several cities over there, so you will definitely not have to worry about food and clothing." Ning Muhe gently comforted her.

Luo Zhaoyun shook his head and smiled. How could his ambition be satisfied with being a big businessman?

He wanted to witness the rise and fall of the Great Sui Dynasty and the scene of heroes competing for hegemony. Luo Zhaoyun practiced martial arts hard and read military books, just to make a difference in the troubled times and spend it vigorously.

Just when he was stunned, a servant came in to report the news. A carriage was parked outside the door, and someone wanted to visit the Luo family's young master.

"Who will come to visit on New Year's Eve? It's so late?" Ning Muhe was a little suspicious, and even Luo Zhaoyun herself felt strange.

He asked the servants to invite people into the main entrance. In an instant, a woman in a snow-white sable fur and robe walked in. Her face was beautiful, untainted, and her body was simple and elegant without any decoration. Beside her, she was followed by a pretty maid holding a phoenix-tail zither.

This master and servant are Xiao Yiyi and Xiuying.

Luo Zhaoyun stepped forward and said in surprise: "Miss Xiao, why are you here? Aren't you staying at your house for the New Year?"

"I have beaten those servants and let them sleep by themselves. Xiuying and I are boring, so I thought about visiting your mansion and staying at the New Year together. Will we welcome you?" Xiao Yiyi asked with a smile.

"Of course, we are a few people. You are here and it's just right to be lively together."

Xiao Yiyi suddenly saw behind him, a beautiful and beautiful woman, who was between the age of seventeen and eighteen, and was about the same as hers. She asked tentatively: "Who is this girl?"

Luo Zhaoyun didn't want to introduce Ning Muhe too much, but he didn't want to be too stiff, so he spoke: "She is my personal maid, just like my relative."

Xiao Yiyi nodded slightly and looked at Ning Muhe carefully, who was also staring at the stunning beauty with a sense of worry in her heart.

"Let's go, get together in the hall. Have you eaten dumplings?" Luo Zhaoyun said.

"I've eaten it." Xiao Yiyi replied.

The four of them entered the inner hall of the backyard. Along the way, Xiao Yiyi looked at his yard with the lights. The flowerbeds stood, white walls and black tiles, wooden doors and windows carved with beautiful patterns, and the garlands hung with fallen lattice windows, which were very elegant.

Luo Zhaoyun and Xiao Yiyi sat facing each other, while Mu He and Xiuying sat behind their bodies, serving their masters at any time.

In fact, he was somewhat surprised by Xiao Yiyi's visit, and he felt a little strange. She did not spend this New Year's Eve and the New Year atmosphere, but came to his house, and the emotions and ideas contained were intriguing.

This is no longer a partnership, so it is straightforward and simple.

There are many indescribable and unknown feelings mixed with each other. Although the two of them do not have the courage to face them, they have become similar in their hearts.

Ning Muhe was sitting quietly beside her, her eyes swept across Luo Zhaoyun and Xiao Yiyi, and there was a feeling of sorrow in her heart. She vaguely realized that the relationship between the two was extraordinary. Through Luo Xiao's dialogue, she had already learned that the identity of this woman should be Xiao Yiyi, who was often chanted by Alangkouzi.

Sometimes, Ning Muhe was also very conflicted. Although she understood that she was full of Alang and would not consider other men in her life, after all, her identity was just a maid, not a daughter from a high-government courtyard. Even if one day she wanted to give herself to her, at most, she was only qualified to be a concubine and could not be a wife.

Xiao Yiyi's Yu Guang swept Ning Muhe, and her heart was a little nervous. She vaguely guessed that the relationship between this maid and Luo Zhaoyun was not the identity of an ordinary maid. Perhaps, the maid who was going to serve in the future would become a concubine!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of herself. One day, if she gets married as a famous brothel girl, who would really take her seriously? She is afraid that she can't be the wife of her husband? She couldn't help but feel a little sad. She sighed softly, and her expression was a little unnatural.

Luo Zhaoyun was still talking and laughing. He would not have thought that the two women sitting beside him had already thoughts in their hearts, lamenting that their life situation was in a state of mind, and it was hard for women to guess!

On New Year's Eve of this year, Luo Zhaoyun passed by in a daze.
Chapter completed!