Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"Yes, he picked you up with one hand, put you back on the bed, and then..." the voice became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that he also felt that the atmosphere outside was a little subtle.

"One, hand, carry, get up, come?" Mu Yun was gnashing her teeth.

"... yes..."

Hearing this pair of words, the brush in Muyun's hand was almost broken by her! Damn it, this hundred mile heavy China is just a beast. The primitive man is really an alternative in Daxi country. He only knows how to dance knives and guns!!

People, can you carry them??

No wonder her whole body is falling apart in pain!!

What's more, she is still a woman, but also his nominal and physical wife. Does he know what pity is??

Yes, he doesn't understand!!

Mu Yun answered a question to herself. If he understood, she wouldn't be tortured so badly when she just crossed over... How can she forget the lesson of blood?

How can she be whimsical... Really.

Mu Yunyu sneered in her heart. She didn't want to study why Baili Chonghua suddenly appeared, and then why she brought her back. She would never accept his love!!

She only thought she was taken back by a dog

"Well, I know about it. I'll let you out when I answer the question." Mu Yunyi said that he didn't give the scholar the choice of whether to agree or not, and directly took the white paper man back into his arms.

When the wet nurse came back with washing utensils, she looked at Mu Yun's action and looked puzzled, "Miss, what are you doing?"

A good oil paper umbrella, why do you want to black it with ink?? Can such an umbrella still work?

Mu Yun said solemnly, "was the sun big yesterday, nanny? Did you bask in people?"

Nanny nodded honestly, "a little."

"Well, that's right. What if you sit there in such a big sun and tan your young lady? Naturally, you have to cover it with an umbrella."

"But miss, how unlucky it is that someone uses a black umbrella." the nanny put down the basin and frowned at the almost black umbrella.

Mu Yun smiled, "black is good. I'm the bride of ghost marriage. I always have to distinguish from those brides in red."

The umbrella is not black. She can't put the scholar out in the sun.

Of course, the wet nurse doesn't know what she's up to. In short, she can't understand too much of what the young lady is doing now. For those who can't understand, the wet nurse can choose to avoid it altogether.

"Wash your face first, miss. I'll paint it for you."

It's just to take a brush to blacken the umbrella. It's the same for anyone to do such a simple thing. Muyun naturally saves time, gives the umbrella to the nanny, and then quickly washes her face for breakfast.

"Miss, the master certainly won't let us go out. How can we go out?" the nanny painted carefully at the beginning, but after painting a few times, she found that no matter how beautiful it was, it couldn't paint a flower. She simply brushed it wildly with a brush.

Mu yunyun chewed the steamed bread, took a mouthful of porridge, wrapped it in his mouth and said, "I guessed that I wanted to participate in the second round. It's not so easy. He made preparations. Am I so stupid to wait for your young lady? Wait a minute. Someone will take your young lady out soon."

When the nanny was wondering which way the immortal would come, she heard some messy noise outside the yard.

Mu Yun's bowl of porridge, "here you are!"