By the vigorous fire, a few people who had awakened in Yueyun sat in a crowd, draped in a cloak, and were talking without a word.

"How do you feel?"

"No... it feels almost like a good night's sleep! How about you?"

"...Neither did I, ignorant, it seems that I slept a while, and I still didn't sleep well, the dreams are like constant dreams!"

"I didn't, I slept very securely, I didn't dream of anything!"

Yang Guangzhan sat in the chair, frowning at these people.

"Hall Master Zhou, it feels...somewhat wrong!"

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Don't you feel that these people... all of them seem to be worried?"

"There is something absent... as if something is hidden in my heart!"

Hall Master Zhou found out long ago.

The look of these people after waking up was obviously wrong.

But, no matter how he asks, these people just say a word--

It feels nothing, nothing, everything is like a dream.

"Young Master, you said...Did they get our inheritance?"

"Hard to say!"

Yang Guangmo changed the melon seeds from the left hand to the right hand, and then the right hand to the left hand, his eyes wandering on everyone.

"However, judging from the looks of these people, they are probably lying!"

"Why lie?"

"I...Master!"

Yang Guang's gaze caught Mo Xuanchen who walked in at the door, and quickly threw the melon seeds and jumped up, rubbing his hands on Hall Master Zhou's clothes by the way.

"Go and serve tea to my wife!"

"Yes!"

No matter what instructions, Hall Master Zhou had already prepared.

Behind Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu's room, several people sitting around the stove quickly got up.

"Palace Master Mo!"

"Palace Master!"

Mo Xuanchen responded lightly, let go of Ling Luoyu's hand, and walked towards the stove.

"Sit, don't stand, let's sit down and say!"

Ling Luoyu quietly walked to the door and stood quietly in the corner, like a feather, and did not start anyone's attention.

"You guys, because of some things, I didn't come to see you in time!"

Mo Xuanchen sat down in front of the fire, like a prince pulling up the farmland under his trousers, very grounded.

"How is it? Everyone is recovering well, right?"

Everyone looked a little strange.

After looking at each other, someone murmured--

"Okay!"

"pretty good!"

"Thank you palace lord for thinking about it."

Hall Master Zhou was holding a cup of tea to offer to Ling Luoyu, but she was stopped by a look in her eyes.

He couldn't help but startled, holding the tea cup and looking at Yang Guang in a serene manner, knowing that the latter was also at a loss, and he didn't understand which drama Ling Luoyu was singing.

But the teacher had spoken, he could only obey, and quietly greeted Hall Master Zhou back.

"Young Master, drink tea!" Hall Master Zhou awkwardly sent the tea cup to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang was not polite, and took a big sip after taking it, "My Master and Madam... This is going to be a great drama of tacit understanding between husband and wife!"

"Huh?" Hall Master Zhou looked at Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu dumbfounded.

The tacit understanding between husband and wife?

How to sing?

An approachable person, a cold and ignorant person? ?

Yang Guang smiled unpredictably, "I don't understand? It's okay. Keep reading, and you will understand!"

"Master is brilliant!"

Brilliant wool! !

Yang Guang actually didn't figure out what these two people meant!