Chapter 111 Jun Wumo goes shopping with his wife

When Jun Wumo got up from the ground, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

This time he didn't stay, and he didn't care about the weird sleeping posture of the woman on the bed or whether the quilt was on or not, he just turned around and left without looking back!

After he left, Lin Jiumian turned over, muttered a few words, and then fell asleep sweetly.

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

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Hey, Your Majesty, did you not have any rest last night?" Lin Jiumian looked at Jun Wumo's dark circles and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Jun Wumo snorted coldly: "I didn't sleep well. A little wild cat came into the house in the middle of the night and was caught several times!"

Jun Wumo said with a pun.

While talking, I couldn't help but watch Lin Jiumian grinding her teeth.

Lin Jiumian didn't notice anything at all. She smiled and said carelessly:

"Ah, that's it, that's such a pity!"

Jun Wumo was about to say something else, when suddenly Lin Jiumian tilted her head and looked behind him and shouted:

"Jun Wentian, why are you here? I've already finished the drawings. By the way, at the prince's wedding yesterday, did anyone ask about your glazed hairpin?"

Jun Wentian nodded hurriedly: "Yes, several girls asked about it. I said it was a product of our Liulic Pavilion, and they all said they wanted to come and take a look!"

Lin Jiumian was a little uninterested when he heard this.

"Only a few!"

"Then when will our glazed hairpin become famous?"

As he said this, Lin Jiumian sat down on the stone chair next to him and scratched his head in annoyance.

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

Jun Wentian also became annoyed: "What should we do? It's not easy for me to hold hairpins next to each other and introduce them!"

"After all, I'm still the seventh prince! I have to save some face."

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

"Do you have anyone here who is highly respected and very influential among the ladies?"

"For example, no matter what clothes he wears or what he brings, others are trying to imitate him!"

Jun Wentian nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! Mr. Mo Yu is the one!"

"However, Mr. Mo Yu is a bit difficult to deal with. His temper and personality are very weird!"

"Young Master Mo Yu? Tell me where this Young Master Mo Yu comes from. Tell me what he likes to play, what he does, and what he cares about!" Lin Jiumian asked hurriedly.

Jun Wentian agreed repeatedly, then sat opposite Lin Jiumian and began to speak:

"This Young Master Moyu is not from our country. It is said that he is the only heir of a small family in Dongling. However, he had a hard life. As soon as he was born, his entire family was slaughtered."

"But he was the only one who survived. When he was helpless, a passing monk saved him."

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

"This bottle-bottled monk is an accomplished monk. It is said that he can spy on the secrets of heaven. He knows for five hundred years in advance and five hundred years afterward."

"There are so many people who want to see him, but a monk will never give divination to others easily."

"Young Master Mo Yu has been following a monk for fourteen years, but he has not become a monk. However, he has learned the monk's chess, calligraphy and painting, and his ability in divination is particularly amazing."

"It's just a pity that Mr. Mo Yu said that he will not give people divination easily."
Chapter completed!