Looking at Wei Yang who was eating sweet potatoes with a satisfied look on her face, Yan Gui was reluctant to leave and whispered, "Tell General Song that I have something to do tonight and can't come over. Send them two jars of the old man's favorite liquor so that the brothers can have a good time."
Uh, Ding Wu opened his mouth in astonishment and stared blankly at Yan Gui. Didn't he agree to go? Why didn't he go again
"Where are you going?" Wei Yang swallowed a mouthful of sweet potato, looked at Ding Wu who looked helpless, and then looked at Yan Gui who looked nonchalant: "Where are you going?"
"I was going to attend the banquet, but now I won't go." Yan Gui picked up another roasted sweet potato, peeled it and tasted it. It tasted really good.
Wei Yang scooped a spoonful of sweet potato and looked up at Yan Gui: "You've already promised him, why don't you go?"
That's right, Yan Gui, holding the sweet potato, was a little hesitant. He wanted to accompany Wei Yang, and if she didn't agree, then he wouldn't go. But if he didn't go, it would be bad, because they were all brothers who were willing to fight to defend Yanzhou.
"Then I'll change my clothes and come over after I take you back to your room. Just ask Youlan to make whatever you want to eat." Yan Gui put down the half-eaten sweet potato and glanced at the suspicious dark red stain on the front of his robe. This should be left when Wei Yang sat on his lap for a while while he was telling her a story.
She moved the plate in front of Wei Yang and put it aside: "You have a small appetite, you can only eat half a sweet potato, otherwise you will refuse to eat later."
Seeing him turn out of the study door and enter the next room, Wei Yang dragged the plate over to eat. It was so delicious, it would be a pity not to finish it.
"Girl, you should eat less. Eating too much will cause bloating. If you like it, I will grill it for you tomorrow." Konggu, who was standing by, saw that the girl did not listen to the general and could not help but persuade her in a low voice.
Wei Yang lowered her eyes and put down the spoon in her hand. She still wanted a maid who only listened to her, even if it was just one. Konggu and Youlan were not bad. When Yan Gui was not around, they only listened to her. When Yan Gui was around, they only listened to Yan Gui. Such maids could be used, but they were not considerate enough.
Looking at Konggu who had cleared the table and was about to send out the dishes, Weiyang suddenly asked, "Are there few maids in the mansion?"
Konggu was stunned and quickly replied: "There are no maids in Tuocheng. There is only a maid in the kitchen who makes fire, and the others are all old women." Afraid that Weiyang didn't understand, he explained: The main thing is that there are only seven or eight people in the mansion, including the stewards and gatekeepers."
"There are only a few people in such a big house?" Wei Yang felt a little strange.
"Usually, when a general or an old general comes, they use the people they bring with them. The seven or eight people here are just there to guard the door and clean. It's enough to have someone to guard it." Konggu has been running around the house these days and knows more about it than Weiyang.
Wei Yang couldn't help but mutter to herself, "I wonder if it's the same in Yancheng."
Kong Gu, who was standing nearby, thought that he was asking her, and could not help but answer with some embarrassment: "Neither you nor Youlan are from Yanzhou. This is our first time here, and we have never been to Yancheng. I think there should be a lot of people there, after all, the general and the old general are stationed there."
Wei Yang listened carefully without interrupting.
"I'll take you back to your room first." Yan Gui came in after changing his clothes and said to Wei Yang.
Wei Yang stood up, took two steps, and looked at the robe on Yan Gui: "This color looks good, I can wear it more often in the future."
Yan Gui was wearing a white robe, not the dark one he usually wore. Hearing this, he glanced at Wei Yang with some embarrassment. If she hadn't soiled three of his robes in one day, he wouldn't have been left without clothes to change into.
But I also felt that it was wrong to blame her, as it was clearly my fault.
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