I was persuaded to break up every day [Sword Three + Seven Five]

Pang Yu thought for a while, and felt that the name sounded familiar.So he thought about it harder...

did not remember.

In the end, Pang Yu concluded that the name "Wanyi" is relatively bad, and the degree of prevalence is about the same as that of a commoner's dog named Rhubarb.

"Rhubarb" Mo Wanyi: "..."

Pang Yu smiled and said, "Wanyi, what a good name."

Mu Qiao laughed dryly: "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your compliment. It's good that my father named it. But..." Mu Qiao's voice was hesitant, as if he was wondering whether to say it or not.

Pang Yu said: "What's the matter, but it's okay to say."

Mu Qiao lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, and asked in a gentle tone: "Before, Nanny Hua told me that I was sold to Master Hou because my husband no longer wanted me, but Lord Hou said that it was my husband who died... the little girl is just I want to ask, what happened to my husband?"

The two of them didn't have a good strategy for this question. If Mu Qiao didn't say a word, the two of them would notice the strangeness and show their flaws if they got together a little bit later, so it's better to ask it now, which will give Pang Yu a headache. .And Mu Qiao is also very strange, when he was in Mo Wanyi, An Lehou never concealed his nature and purpose, he went straight, I will destroy your whole family, and I want your people, but now he is beating around the bush, which is really embarrassing untie.

Sure enough, after Mu Qiao asked, Pang Yu had a toothache on his face, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't tell why.

He also wants this beauty to be willing to be tactful under him... Thinking about Pang Yu, he felt that his blood was rushing down, and the blood supply to his brain was not enough, and he couldn't think of how to explain this problem to Mu Qiao.

Of course, Pang Yu is not really stupid. In the end, he pushed the pot: "This... I don't know the details. After all, these things are handled by my subordinates. I will ask you now. What do you want to eat? ? I'll ask someone to deliver it to you in a while."

Mu Qiao really wanted to order a big meal, but thinking about his current position, he was silent for a moment: "...No need, I...can't eat."

The weak beauty is even more distressing, and Pang Yu feels that he can't bear it anymore.However, now he is still very interested in playing with Mu Qiao, so he held back, chatted with Mu Qiao for a few more words, and left in a hurry.

Mu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to close the door, then dragged the wooden stake from behind the bed and beat him again, only then did he feel refreshed.

Mo Wanyi was used to her pulling out the stake and beating her every now and then, so she didn't show any surprise.After she finished the fight, she came forward and said, "Grandpa, I have searched all the places I can find these few days, and found nothing suspicious. But how many people have I imprisoned in Ruanhongtang?" Women, where are all those women?"

Mu Qiao wanted to say that he had already known this for a long time, after all, the powerful map of the system was no joke.But... for a map blind, she only knows how many people there are in which places, but the terrain and buildings of this place are basically blind.

Mu Qiao said: "That's right, it's already very good. For other things, he either hid them in some corners, or put them together with some ordinary things. Although you are a ghost, no one can see that you are doing things conveniently. But there are some places where you can’t do anything, so don’t blame yourself too much.” After all, Mo Wanyi is not a thousand-year-old ghost, and she has no way of cultivation, it all depends on a condensed resentment, and now she can pick up a piece of paper at most. If you can't get it right, it's okay to explore the way, but it's more difficult to find things.

Mo Wanyi nodded: "Thank you benefactor for your comfort."

Mu Qiao rubbed his nose, sat down and said, "Why don't you draw the map you saw first, and then give it to Mr. Bao to see how he will deal with it?"

Mo Wanyi glanced at the rather quaint pen, ink, paper and inkstone in embarrassment.

As the daughter of the Mo family, a scholarly family, the education she has received since she was a child is by no means that a woman's lack of talent is virtue.The two elders of the Mo family have no sons, so they raised the only daughter carefully as a son, and they did not fall behind in everything, not to mention drawing a map, but drawing the whole Chenzhou. For Mo Wanyi It's not too difficult to say.

But that's for Mo Wanyi who is alive, now that she is dead, let alone painting, she can't even pick up the pen...

Mu Qiao waited for her on the spot for a long time but there was no movement. She turned her head and found that Mo Wanyi was in a daze. She urged: "Don't be dazed, come and tell me what kind of terrain you see!"

Mo Wanyi was stunned for a moment: "Didn't your benefactor ask me to draw..."

Mu Qiao lowered his head and was about to draw a few straight lines first, and said, "Hey, girls have to get used to it, how can they do such heavy work with a pen? I'll do it, come on, tell me I'll draw .”

Mo Wanyi almost didn't laugh.Obviously benefactor himself is also a girl... So to say about myself, really...

Ghosts shouldn't feel anything, but now Mo Wanyi feels that her eye sockets are hot, as if something wants to come out.

She shook her head to wake herself up a bit, then walked to the desk and talked about the layout of the soft red hall in detail, how many rooms there are, and how many people are in each room.I don't know if it's because of the ghost's good memory or because of Mo Wanyi herself, but she actually remembered all these data in her mind without missing a single bit.

The Ruanhongtang occupies a huge area, and it took Mo Wanyi nearly an hour to finish all the words. She subconsciously felt that her mouth must be dry, and she swallowed before remembering... she no longer has such kind of feeling.

But before she had time to feel lost, she saw Mu Qiao pouring a glass of water on the ground.

Mo Wanyi asked in a daze, "What is benefactor doing?"

Mu Qiao didn't finish the painting, and didn't raise his head, he said, "Aren't you thirsty? After talking so much, drink some water."

But why did you fall to the ground?

Mo Wanyi shut up without asking this question.Even people who don't have much experience in worship know that when paying homage to the deceased, most of the wine and water are poured directly into the ground.

This benefactor looks sometimes indifferent and sometimes heartless, but in fact he is surprisingly gentle.

Mo Wanyi began to feel emotional.

While she was feeling emotional, Mu Qiao had already done it. After reading it, she felt very good about herself. She blew on the ink on the paper and showed it to Mo Wanyi: "How is it? Is it exactly the same as what you said?"

After hearing the words, Mo Wanyi came back to look at Mu Qiao's masterpiece. After a moment of silence, Mo Wanyi said, "How about your writing?"

Mu Qiao came back, touched his nose, and said a little embarrassedly: "Is the painting so bad?"

Mo Wanyi was thinking about what words to use to make a more tactful evaluation, so as not to hurt Mu Qiao's fragile heart.This is not only bad, it is completely impossible to see what is good in the painting?Mo Wanyi felt that the paintings she made when she first learned to paint were probably a little more realistic than Mu Qiao's.

Mu Qiao sighed.She also knew that her paintings were a little abstract, but there was no way, who made her map blind?