Chapter 242: Seventy years of life is rare since ancient times
Rumors arose that the saint disfigured herself in grief because she was not favored by King Qingyao, and planned to become a nun.
At that time, Jun Feimo raised his watery eyes and tugged on the sleeves of Yun Dieyi, "Sister, is Grandma Saint really fifty years old?"
"What's wrong?" Yun Dieyi put down the book in his hand and looked at him with interest.
She didn't understand why Jun Feimo, who seldom paid attention to such things, was now concerned about the hamster's advanced age.
Jun Feimo blinked his eyes innocently, looking a little confused. He looked away from the book Yun Dieyi put down and Yun Dieyi's face. Finally, he seemed to have settled down, and a voice as clear as ripples sounded.
"But why does Feimo think that the Holy Lady Grandma is at least seventy years old?" Yun Dieyi couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but Jun Feimo continued, "Seventy years are rare in life, so she is
I will lose my hair overnight."
Yun Dieyi suddenly realized that Jun Feimo had made great progress in his studies.
The two words "child molestation" were explained so incisively and accurately last time, and this time even "seventy years of life" was quoted so appropriately.
She raised her eyes and looked at Jun Feimo, who was sitting next to her, "Sister also thinks the saint is seventy years old."
"Wow... Fei Mo actually guessed it right," then thinking of what he planned to do, he raised a smile and put his arms around Yun Dieyi's jade arms, making people unable to bear to refuse, "Sister, Fei Mo plans to
Draw a few more portraits of the saintly grandmother today."
Yun Dieyi was startled, why are you painting a portrait of a saint? Is this thing valuable for collection?
Soon Jun Feimo gave a wonderful answer, "Paint the current portrait of the saintly grandmother and give it to ordinary people...to ward off evil spirits. Many people are in poor families and cannot even afford a portrait to ward off evil spirits. Feimo wants to help them."
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When he said this, Jun Feimo was obviously seeking Yun Dieyi's opinion.
And Yun Dieyi gave the answer directly, "Okay, draw a few more pictures."
She almost forgot that the saint's appearance could ward off evil spirits. Fortunately, Jun Feimo reminded her this time. Her Yun family was in business. If she could print the saint's face into drawing paper to ward off evil spirits, it would be at a low price.
Sold and widely circulated.
Presumably, even if you make small profits but quick turnover, you can still increase your income a lot. This is really a good business opportunity.
Business people are always extremely sensitive to business opportunities.
At this time, Su Nian suddenly came in, picked up a teacup with just the right temperature and handed it to Yun Dieyi. She rarely appeared in normal times, and Yun Dieyi had never seen Su Nian's expression other than Quiet. After so long, she was still calm.
Like water, it has a very weak sense of existence.
Only this time, instead of finishing the work and leaving as before, he spoke in a voice that contained no emotion, "Miss, do you still remember that spring day when the flowers were blooming when you rescued this slave?"
Yun Dieyi picked up the tea and took a sip without saying anything.
She had no memory of this body at all, so how could she remember the occasion when she saved Su Nian that day?
Rather than making people laugh by giving the wrong answer, it would be safer not to say anything.
The light of expectation in Su Nian's eyes gradually disappeared and he quietly withdrew.
In fact, she had already discovered that the Yun Dieyi in front of her was not the master she had served for many years. The reason why she only came to ask her now, hoping to get a definite answer, was because Jun Feiyi gave her a pack of poison and asked her to
Put it in tea to destroy Yundieyi.
She was rescued by Yun Dieyi in the past, but she was also a killer cultivated by Jun Feiyi and a chess piece placed next to Yun Dieyi.