When Xing'er came in with the basin and saw Muyin, there was a "bang" sound and the basin fell to the ground. Xing'er screamed and knelt down: "This slave deserves to die!"
"...What's wrong?" Muyin had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Xing'er prostrated on the ground, raised her eyes to glance at Muyin, and then glanced at the mirror from the corner of her eyes without saying a word.
There is indeed a ghost!
Muyin suddenly leaned on the mirror of the dressing table and saw the dignified face of the person in the mirror.
"Creak, creak, creak," Muyin gritted his teeth and looked at the face of the person in the mirror, which was red and white from his chin, as if there were countless red spots. He clenched his fists in anger and shouted to the sky: "Fuck, I'm just going to
I know I shouldn’t trust Shen Ning!”
After saying that, she opened the door, rushed into Shen Ning's room, dragged Shen Ning up from the bed, and grabbed her neck, "Ahhh, bastard! You uncle!"
"
Shen Ning was pinched so much that she rolled her eyes and struggled to break free: "Yes, if you have something to say, say it properly, say it properly, cough cough... you, please let go quickly... cough cough..."
Muyin was tired from pinching her and sat on the edge of her bed, looking at Shen Ning with a depressed and angry expression: "How can I enter the palace like this!"
"... Entering the palace? Entering the palace by carriage? Wearing a veil?" Shen Ning proposed several plans at once.
"Pa", Muyin patted her head mercilessly, "What on earth did you feed me yesterday?"
"Just porridge..." Shen Ning twisted the corners of her clothes, "Then, that will make you feel better."
"..." Muyin looked at her with tears in his eyes, "Oh my god! This is simply a sin!"
"Ahem, you are excited. You must know... I am your best friend." Shen Ning swallowed and pushed Mu Yin with her elbow, "Uh, how about we enter the palace now...
Well, I'll prepare a veil or a mask for you?"
"...I'll see you, uncle!" Muyin rolled his eyes feebly and walked away with a depressed look on his face.
That's all, let's go find Liu Mo to solve it.
When he arrived at Liu Mo's room, Liu Mo smelled of alcohol and was half leaning on the bed. He was holding a wine bottle in his right hand and a hairpin in his left hand, looking at it intently with a wry smile on his lips.
Muyin frowned, sniffed, and looked at him: "What were you doing yesterday? You went to drink flower wine?"
"It's just flower wine, there are beauties too!" Liu Mo picked up the wine bottle, leaned on the bed and drank it in one gulp. Some of it even overflowed and ran down his graceful neck.
"Hey, this wine is good." Muyin came forward and reached out to take it.
Liu Mo suddenly slapped her hand away without looking at her: "Don't bother me."
"...but for love?" Muyin vaguely guessed something.
"You, what do you know?" Liu Mo snorted, "A beauty like you who is born with good looks and is pampered by the prince, I don't know how lucky you are, unlike us men... chasing a woman is a lot of hard work.
.”
After saying that, he turned his head to look at Muyin. Just as he was about to say something, he was so frightened that he shrank back into the bed and pointed at Muyin in horror, "You, you, you...who are you?"
"I, I, I... I'm Muyin!" Muyin pointed at his face with a look of grief and anger, "I don't know what Shen Ning gave me yesterday! What kind of weird things did he put on me?
, I’ll take a look at it today, and that’s it!”
"Sorry... I must be drunk." Liu Mo took a few more sips of wine.
