Qiu Ting's words to Murong Lingfeng really made her heart feel a pimple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info However, it's not because Yun Mo has another love, but her description - the person who is called Yun Mo's favorite is actually in the black box under his bed. Murong Lingfeng didn't sleep all night, and he was thinking about what kind of person could be put in the box, or could he be regarded as a person? So, the little boy's brain opened up, and he began to reason how to put a person in the box. In the end, Murong Lingfeng couldn't convince himself that the box was a living person.

To sum up, Xiao Gongzi thinks that half of the possibilities of the person in the box are dummies, and the other half is likely to be only a corpse......

No matter which it was, Murong Lingfeng felt a chill in his back. She had slept in that bed for more than twenty days, and now she was told that there was probably a corpse hidden under the bed......

Meanwhile, she felt that something was wrong with the man sleeping next to her.

As soon as it was dawn, Murong Lingfeng cautiously climbed out of bed. She tossed and turned all night, and Yun Mo didn't sleep well. Despite her light movements, Yun Mo woke up, grabbed her arm, and frowned, "Why are you going?"

"I ...... I ...... "The little boy was caught doing something bad, and he was a little at a loss for a while," I'll go...... Morning exercise, yes, I'll go morning exercise. ”

After getting along for more than half a year, Yun Mo naturally understands her, and he knows that nothing good will happen when he looks like her. However, as long as Xiao Feng'er was not injured or sick herself, Yun Mo was most likely willing to indulge her. What's more, in your own home, there shouldn't be any accidents.

Yun Mo let go of her arms, and didn't forget to advise, "Get dressed! Just exercise in the yard, don't go out!"

"Got it. Murong Lingfeng agreed.

"Stay safe!"

"Got it, got it! You're even more verbose than my mother!"

Yun Mo was speechless for a while.

Murong Lingfeng got dressed and rushed out of the room quickly. She wandered around the courtyard for a while, but decided to go to the Martial King's Mansion to find out.

Murong Lingfeng didn't take the small door, and quietly climbed over the courtyard wall to the Wuwang Mansion. She avoided the early maids and slipped into Yun Mo's room. She thought she was doing it unconsciously, but in fact, many people saw her, but because most of the people in the Wuwang Mansion liked this young man who was still young and loved to play tricks, not to mention that the second young master had personally told him that the little boy in his room could come and go at will. There was no one to disturb Murong Lingfeng's behavior.

However, she herself is a bit of a thief. Murong Lingfeng slipped into Yun Mo's room and immediately closed the door. She leaned against the door and composed for a moment before tiptoeing to the bed. She lay on the ground, got under the bed, and tinkered with it for a long time, and sure enough, a large wooden box was pulled out from under the bed.

Murong Lingfeng simply sat on the ground and looked at the big wooden box, and didn't move. This size feels like it's just right for a corpse, although it might be a little distorted.

The mystery is in front of him, but the little boy is timid. She didn't know if she should uncover it, or if she was just pretending to be confused. Anyway, whether it's a dead person or a dummy, it doesn't exist anymore. In the end, the little boy is still a little scared, of course she will not be afraid of corpses. She was afraid that she had guessed correctly, and she was afraid that she would not be able to face Yun Mo normally in the future.

She leaned over the box and sniffed it, only a faint jasmine scent, without any peculiar smell. But the scent has a sense of déjà vu.

After struggling for a long time, Murong Lingfeng decided to find out. Otherwise, this matter will always be a pimple in her heart.

The box was tightly locked by Yun Mo, and it looked very important, and there were three large locks on the lid alone. The little boy didn't have the patience to pry them open one by one, she wouldn't be willing to criticize her because of Yun Mo, and directly used the fish intestine sword to split the lock, and then compensated him for three locks later.

After going to the lock, the little boy lifted the lid, and the contents of the box appeared in front of her eyes. Murong Lingfeng put one hand on the edge of the box, propping his head, and didn't know what expression to make for a while. "Didn't you say there was a person hidden? How could it be a pile of papers?"

Murong Lingfeng went under the bed and searched for a long time, but there was nothing, it must be this box. She came back rummaging through the contents of the box, indeed rolls and rolls of paper, and there was someone somewhere there.

The little boy picked a random volume, unfolded it, and was immediately attracted by the scene in the painting.

It was the height of spring, and on a tall and lush cherry tree, a young man in white was lying asleep among the branches and flowers, his wide sleeves and long black hair looming among the falling petals. A silk thread was wrapped around his finger and a white jade kitten hung from it. The boy's face is obscured by the cherry blossoms, and he can't see it very clearly. But the beauty of all this is so beautiful that people can't remember the slightest inadequacy.

Murong Lingfeng looked at the scroll and frowned, something was about to come out. She opened a few more paintings, and all of them were the same person. It's just that I don't know if the person who painted it deliberately did it, or if the person was already sleepy, several of the paintings are scenes of teenagers sleeping in various places, on the roof, on the stones, on the grass, among the flowers, there is no place where the teenager can't sleep.

These paintings do not seem to have been completed at one time, the size of the young man in the painting is large and small, but it is not difficult to see that they are all one person, but different things in his life, the painter seems to be recording the growth of the teenager in this way.

Murong Lingfeng spread out the scrolls one by one, carefully looking at the scenes of each painting. She found the first one, when the boy in white was a baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying asleep in a cradle. The white jade kitten beside him has never changed. The little boy roughly counted them, and there were about two hundred here. From birth, I have been one per month, and now I am exactly sixteen years old.

The little boy supported his head with one hand, looked at the scrolls on the table, and tapped his index finger on the table, thoughtfully.

Yun Mo pushed the door in, looked at the situation in the room and frowned, "Feng'er, what are you doing?"

Murong Lingfeng sat up and looked at him with a narrow face, without the slightest nervousness of being found doing something bad, which was completely different from her state in the morning. She pointed to the scrolls spread out on the table, "Where did all this come from?"

"Uh......" On the contrary, Yun Mo was a little uncomfortable, "People gave it." ”

"Who gave it?" Murong Lingfeng looked at him with a smile on her face, she looked down and sniffed the jasmine fragrance wafting from the painting paper. "This style of painting, this fragrance of ink...... No matter how you look at it, it's my mother's pen and ink. ”