"Drink-" The butler took a few steps back in fright.
The servant stared at this thin woman in stunned silence.
Mu Qingya held the jack and turned to ask the housekeeper who had completely petrified: "Where should I put it?"
With a stiff face, his muscles twitched twice mechanically: "Put... just put it there."
"oh."
Mu Qingya ran and put the jack where the butler pointed, and then ran to Yan Buhuan: "Okay, let's go."
There was no reply for a long time. Mu Qingya stretched out her hand and waved it twice in front of Yan Buhuan's eyes: "Alas... alas... alas..."
Yan Buhuan trembled and looked at the weak woman in front of him with confusion in his eyes: "Uh? What's the matter?"
"Aren't you going to give me clothes?"
"No...it's not...you just...just now..." She subconsciously pointed to the other end of the corridor, where there was an iron thing weighing a thousand kilograms. She couldn't imagine how Mu Qingya did it.
, lifting that thing up with a jump.
Mu Qingya thought she was being nosy and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think you are all good people. I took your money but couldn't do anything. I just wanted to help... nothing else.
mean."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Yan Buhuan shook his head quickly, for fear of hurting Mu Qingya's fragile heart.
Mu Qingya smiled brightly and gracefully: "It would be better if I didn't. I thought you were angry."
"Why are you so strong?" Yan Buhuan couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Is this weird?" Mu Qingya looked confused. Instead, she felt that Yan Buhuan was making a fuss.
Yan Buhuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Isn't this strange? You look like this...like this...you just picked up the jack all at once..."
Facing the incoherent Yan Buhuan, Mu Qingya was very calm: "That's how heavy that little thing is."
"..."
From the corridor to Yan Buhuan's boudoir, Yan Buhuan took out a few clothes that didn't look eye-catching and handed them to her. When passing them over, she even touched the other person's wrist intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to test it out.
Is Mu Qingya a master?
To her disappointment, Mu Qingya actually had no internal strength at all, which meant that what she had just used was real strength.
It's so scary that this woman who seems to be able to fly with just one slap actually has such magical power.
Mu Qingya was changing clothes behind the screen, and Yan Buhuan asked tentatively: "Let me ask you, how did you end up like this?"
Mu Qingya, who was behind the screen, asked in confusion: "What?"
"I'm asking you how you suddenly changed from a concubine to a wanted criminal."
"Because Zheng Ming is a bad guy."
"Bad guy? What happened to you?" Yan Buhuan was very curious.
Mu Qingya said while changing clothes: "I made a small mistake, and he got angry, scolded me, and even beat me..."
"What mistake did you make?"
"It's nothing. I just crushed something, something like a stone."
Then King Zheng really made a fuss out of a molehill.
Yan Buhuan felt injustice for Mu Qingya from the bottom of his heart.
"What happened next?"
"Later? Later, he punished me to face the wall and think about my mistakes. I thought, forget it if I did something wrong, just face the wall. Who would have thought that a group of bad women put sand in my food? You know, my hands and feet will get crazy if I don't eat.
Soft and without strength..."
"Drink-" The butler took a few steps back in fright.
The servant stared at this thin woman in stunned silence.
Mu Qingya held the jack and turned to ask the housekeeper who had completely petrified: "Where should I put it?"
With a stiff face, his muscles twitched twice mechanically: "Put... just put it there."
"oh."
Mu Qingya ran and put the jack where the butler pointed, and then ran to Yan Buhuan: "Okay, let's go."
There was no reply for a long time. Mu Qingya stretched out her hand and waved it twice in front of Yan Buhuan's eyes: "Alas... alas... alas..."
Yan Buhuan trembled and looked at the weak woman in front of him with confusion in his eyes: "Uh? What's the matter?"
"Aren't you going to give me clothes?"
"No...it's not...you just...just now..." She subconsciously pointed to the other end of the corridor, where there was an iron thing weighing a thousand kilograms. She couldn't imagine how Mu Qingya did it.
, lifting that thing up with a jump.
Mu Qingya thought she was being nosy and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think you are all good people. I took your money but couldn't do anything. I just wanted to help... nothing else.
mean."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Yan Buhuan shook his head quickly, for fear of hurting Mu Qingya's fragile heart.
Mu Qingya smiled brightly and gracefully: "It would be better if I didn't. I thought you were angry."
"Why are you so strong?" Yan Buhuan couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Is this weird?" Mu Qingya looked confused. Instead, she felt that Yan Buhuan was making a fuss.
Yan Buhuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Isn't this strange? You look like this...like this...you just picked up the jack all at once..."
Facing the incoherent Yan Buhuan, Mu Qingya was very calm: "That's how heavy that little thing is."
"..."
From the corridor to Yan Buhuan's boudoir, Yan Buhuan took out a few clothes that didn't look eye-catching and handed them to her. When passing them over, she even touched the other person's wrist intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to test it out.
Is Mu Qingya a master?
To her disappointment, Mu Qingya actually had no internal strength at all, which meant that what she had just used was real strength.
It's so scary that this woman who seems to be able to fly with just one slap actually has such magical power.
Mu Qingya was changing clothes behind the screen, and Yan Buhuan asked tentatively: "Let me ask you, how did you end up like this?"
Mu Qingya, who was behind the screen, asked in confusion: "What?"
"I'm asking you how you suddenly changed from a concubine to a wanted criminal."
"Because Zheng Ming is a bad guy."
"Bad guy? What happened to you?" Yan Buhuan was very curious.
Mu Qingya said while changing clothes: "I made a small mistake, and he got angry, scolded me, and even beat me..."
"What mistake did you make?"
"It's nothing. I just crushed something, something like a stone."
Then King Zheng really made a fuss out of a molehill.
Yan Buhuan felt injustice for Mu Qingya from the bottom of his heart.
"What happened next?"
"Later? Later, he punished me to face the wall and think about my mistakes. I thought, forget it if I did something wrong, just face the wall. Who would have thought that a group of bad women put sand in my food? You know, my hands and feet will get crazy if I don't eat.
