Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

What a brave man moti was

Mu yunyun unexpectedly gave birth to a sense of sadness and urge of a hero at dusk. He sighed and shook his head. He went to the workbench, took a piece of white paper, and tore the white paper out of the shape of a small paper man bit by bit. "Since you agree, tell me your birthday now."

The scholar reported his birthday in eight characters. Mu Yun took up his pen and wrote it down on the white paper man. When he finally wrote his name, he was suddenly stunned. He stopped his action, turned his head and looked at the scholar standing there, wondering, "your family name is Li? What's your relationship with the Li family?"

"My father, Li Yanming, is Mrs. Li's eldest brother." the scholar replied.

Mu Yun immediately picked his eyebrows, "so, are you and Mu Yuxi cousins?"

"Yes, Mu Yuxi is under... Cousin Xi." when he said the last three words, the expression on the scholar's face was very complex.

The complicated Muyun wants to ask things clearly now. Listen to this cousin Xi, it's just another meaning!! And this book lives and dies in the Li family. What's going on??

Mu Yun is so interested!

However, looking up at the dawn outside, Muyun doesn't have so much time to deal with these things at the moment. First bind "Three Hundred Tang Poems" into a volume, is the business!!

Priorities or something, Muyun is still very measured.

Put down the pen in his hand, Muyun picked up the newly made paper man, blew the ink on it, ruthlessly bit the belly of the middle finger, and suddenly a trace of blood broke out, pointing the drop of blood on his finger on the forehead of the little paper man.

Miraculously, that drop of blood bead did not invade because it touched the paper, but kept the water drop shape, so it adhered to the forehead of the little paper man and trembled with Mu Yun pinching the little paper man, but it wouldn't slip and roll down.

The scholar looked at the blood drop and was surprised!

"Come on, the chicken is about to crow. I don't have anything on hand to make a container for you. You can attach yourself to this paper doll for the time being. It has my blood blessing and won't be broken easily. You can rest assured. When tomorrow's poetry conference is over, I'll send you into reincarnation." Mu Yun's voice is much more tired than just now.

The scholar listened to Mu Yunlu's words. Then he took his eyes away from the magical little paper man and fell on her. He was surprised at this look!

Muyun, whose face was ruddy just now, was pale without the slightest blood color, and his face was unable to hide his fatigue, as if he hadn't slept well for three days and nights.

If the person standing in front of him had not changed, he could hardly admit that this woman was the same person as the woman just now!

Muyun didn't expect that making such a simple container for ghost servants would almost consume her essence! In the past, a drop of blood is a drop of blood. It's simply not too simple.

But now

What a brave man moti was

Muyun is tired. She's really tired. She doesn't know how to jump back later. I'm afraid she can only walk back like a turtle.

"Don't look, I can't see a flower on my face anymore. Come in, time is running out." Mu Yun spread her hand, and the white paper man lay quietly in her palm.

The scholar hesitated, "just go in like this?"