King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 111 Jun Wumo Going Shopping with His Wife
When Jun Wumo got up from the ground, his face was as dark as a black pot.

This time he didn't stay here, and he didn't care how strange the woman's sleeping position was on the bed, whether the quilt was covered or not, he turned his head and left without looking back!

After he left, Lin Jiumian turned over, muttered something, and then fell asleep sweetly.

The next morning, Lin Jiumian was refreshed, but Jun Wumo stared at two dark circles under his eyes.

"Good morning, my lord, hey, did you not rest last night, my lord?" Lin Jiumian looked at Jun Wumo's dark circles and couldn't help asking with a smile.

Jun Wumo snorted coldly: "I didn't sleep well, a little wild cat came into the room in the middle of the night, and got caught a few times!"

Jun Wumo has a pun in his words.

While talking, he couldn't help watching Lin Jiumian grind his teeth.

Lin Jiumian didn't notice anything, she smiled heartlessly and said:
"Ah, that's how it is, that's such a pity!"

Jun Wumo was about to say something more, when suddenly Lin Jiumian tilted his head and looked behind him and shouted:
"Jun Wentian, why did you come here? I have finished the drawings. By the way, at the prince's wedding yesterday, did anyone ask about your glazed hairpin?"

Jun Wentian nodded hastily: "Yes, several girls asked about it, and I said it was a product of our Liuli Pavilion, and they all said they wanted to come and see it!"

Lin Jiumian lost interest when he heard the words.

"Only a few!"

"Then when will our glazed hairpin be famous?"

Speaking of which, Lin Jiumian sat down on the stone chair next to him, scratching his head angrily.

The bun she just combed in the morning was scratched into a mess.

Jun Wentian also became annoyed: "Then what should I do? It's not easy for me to introduce each other with a hairpin!"

"Anyway, I'm still the Seventh Prince! I have to show some face."

Lin Jiumian's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "You are talking about face, but I have thought of a way!"

"Do you have the kind of respectable people here who are very influential among the ladies?"

"For example, what clothes does he wear, what does he bring, the person that others are vying to imitate!"

Jun Wentian nodded hastily: "Yes, yes! Mr. Moyu is!"

"However, Mr. Mo Yu is a bit difficult to provoke, his temper is very weird!"

"Mr. Moyu? What is the origin of this Mr. Moyu, tell me, what he likes to play, what he does, what he cares about, tell me!" Lin Jiumian hurriedly asked.

Jun Wentian agreed again and again, and sat opposite Lin Jiumian and began to talk:

"This Mr. Moyu is not from his country. It is said that he is the only heir of a small family in Dongling, but he has a hard life. Just after he was born, his whole family was beheaded."

"But he was the only one who survived. When he was lonely and helpless, it was an eminent monk who passed by, Yiping Monk, who saved him."

"From then on, he followed a bottle of monks."

"This one-bottle monk is an eminent monk who has achieved the Tao. It is said that he can spy on the secrets of heaven. He has known it for 500 years and [-] years later."

"There are a lot of people who want to see him, but Yiying Monk never easily divination to others."

"Mr. Moyu has been with a monk for 14 years, but he has not become a monk. However, he has learned the monk's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the divination ability is amazing."

"It's just a pity, Mr. Mo Yu said, he won't give divination to others easily."

(End of this chapter)