They would never have guessed that she had come here and even sneaked into the mansion!
"Hey? What are you doing there?" The gray wolf noticed the figure squatting in front of the flowers and asked loudly.
Fengjiu turned around and grinned: "I'm weeding!"
"It's you, kid?" Gray Wolf glared at him, "Aren't you from the outer courtyard? Why are you here in the inner courtyard?"
"The housekeeper let me in. I'm responsible for sweeping the floor, watering the flowers and weeding this area."
"Yang Yong let you in?" Gray Wolf muttered strangely, "Since when can a newcomer sneak into the inner courtyard?"
Ying, who was standing by, saw this and asked, "Didn't you drag him in yesterday?"
"That's different."
"Nothing is different." He said, looking at Fengjiu and then looking away: "Yang Yong has passed the target, so he must be trustworthy. Let's go!"
Gray Wolf also withdrew his gaze and ignored it. Yes, Yang Yong was the housekeeper. Under his management, there had never been any accidents in the mansion. His ability was obvious to all. The people he allowed in should be fine.
Watching them leave, Fengjiu squatted back and started pulling out weeds from time to time.
After staying in the inner courtyard for several days, she still didn't see Xuanyuan Moze, which made her feel a little impatient. On this day, she went to the front of the courtyard to sweep the floor again, thinking that he should come out anyway? Or was it because she never met him when he came out
But she didn't know at this moment that on the other side, in a courtyard of 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 place he most often goes to is the master's main courtyard. He slacks off when no one is around, and pretends to be busy with a broom when someone passes by. Yesterday evening, he fell asleep in the flowers, and this morning he went to sweep the floor in front of the master's courtyard. From the preliminary observation, we can conclude that there is something wrong with this person, and he is definitely coming for the master."
The old man's voice was low and serious. He glanced at Yang Yong and asked, "Do you want to get rid of him?"
Hearing this, Yang Yong smiled gently and asked, "Have you seen him harm anyone?"
"Not at the moment, but there are ulterior motives."
"What about your strength? Don't you feel it?" Yang Yong asked again.
"No, it may be that he is practicing a hidden technique. I can't sense his strength and cultivation."
Hearing this, Yang Yong nodded: "I understand, you can go down! I will take care of this matter."
Seeing this, the old man nodded, then turned and left.
After a slight pause, Yang Yong stood up and walked out with his hands behind his back. He then walked around the flowers and rockery, passed through the courtyard, and came to a place not far from the main courtyard. He saw the figure sweeping the floor intermittently, looking leisurely and lazy.
Looking at the young man, he moved his hand slightly, and a silver needle as thin as a hair suddenly shot out and attacked the young man silently.
He watched quietly and saw that the lazy-looking young man didn't even turn his head but just turned slightly, and the silver needle passed through her cheek and sank into the trunk of a big tree not far away, penetrating three-quarters of the way into the wood.
Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly when she saw this, and she turned around and looked: "Butler?"
Yang Yong nodded when he saw it, walked over and asked in a gentle voice: "Are you used to it here?" He was surprised by the young man's unexpected sharpness. He easily avoided the silver needle he shot without even turning his head.