Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 71 Little Demon King
Qing Dai was dumbfounded, Xiao Wan must be too courageous!
Are those the prince's women?
She stuttered: "This, this..."

"Should I give it or not? Qingdai, I am in the Eight Princes Mansion, and you are the only good friend. If you don't help me, then the boat of our friendship will capsize if it says it will capsize?"

Mo Xiaowan tugged at her arm and shook it wildly: "Good Qingdai, help me, poor girl, I will definitely not hurt you, and I will not let anyone know that you gave me the medicine, okay? If things go wrong, I will Said that I went to the government's traditional Chinese medicine office to steal it."

Is she still pitiful?
Little devil!

Qing Dai rolled her eyes straight away, she was also glad that they were grasshoppers on the same rope, otherwise if they offended this little aunt, wouldn't it be a disaster?
I don't know what is the psychology?
Maybe it's because she, a lowly medical girl, is often bullied by those aunts.

Qing Dai was harassed by Mo Xiaowan's nonsense, she rubbed her forehead and reluctantly responded.

"Okay, okay..."

Just like Jiang Zi, Mo Xiaowan quietly copied the "Tao Te Ching" late at night, imagining that the house of each aunt was surrounded by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and all kinds of small insects crawled on them.

It's just too hateful!
Writing is fast, and the matter of copying books seems to be less painful.

When the light was dim outside the window, the fifth time had already been copied.

Mo Xiaowan didn't feel sleepy at all, thinking that Xuanyuanchen is always very busy these days, he must be so busy, and the time to return home is also late, guess if he works harder during the day, he can finish it ten times.

Now my hands are sore and my brain is swollen, so in the early morning, I should go outside to soak up the dew and blow the breeze.

Combine work and rest!

When the morning sun shone in the maple forest, Mo Xiaowan took the map Feng Yi had given him, and had already tiptoed around the palace garden before returning to his hut by the stream.

After holding on to copy the "Tao Te Ching" for half a time, I tilted my body and fell asleep on the table.

Uncle Lu came to bring her breakfast with a food basket in person, made some plum cakes she liked and sent them to the hut. Seeing that the door was ajar, he opened the door and walked in. The little guy slept soundly!

Looking at the crooked words crawling on the paper, she knew that the prince must have punished her to copy the books all night.

Putting the food basket on the table, he couldn't bear to disturb her, closed the door gently, and quietly backed out.

Mo Xiaowan slept until mid-afternoon, woke up and died in a panic, ouch, ouch, how did he fall asleep?

What if there are four more times of "Tao Te Ching"?
He looked up and saw the food basket, and when he opened it, a smile bloomed on his little face.

"It must have been sent by Uncle Lu. See how much I sleep."

She pinched a piece and stuffed it into her mouth: "Wow, it's delicious, much sweeter than the plum blossom cake in that old hag's room."

After wolfing down a plate of snacks, she thought that before Xuanyuanchen returned home, she would not be able to finish copying the "Tao Te Ching" ten times.

Just smash the can and smash it!
Taking advantage of the food delivery basket, I went to the back kitchen to see if there was any delicious meat to eat at Uncle Lu's side.

With a reasonable reason to be lazy, Mo Xiaowan leisurely swayed to the back kitchen with an empty basket, opened the door and walked in, startled.

"Was I in the wrong place?"

She looked around and found that the pots, pans and pans hadn't been touched. It was indeed Uncle Lu's kitchen.

How did the fat and thin guys get in here?
Mo Xiaowan looked at the busy two with wide eyes: "Where is Uncle Lu? Don't tell me, you are thieves."

The thin man said with a cold face, "I'm not a thief."

"You are Xiaowan, right? I heard Uncle Lu said about you."

The fat man grinned: "Uncle Lu is going to be the manager of Yafeng Garden, so he transferred us from the big kitchen. By the way, my name is Boss Hu."

He pointed to the thin man: "His name is Chai Mao Donkey."

(End of this chapter)