Mu Youwu took the pen and drew randomly on the paper, and I don't know what ghost house number Lu Dao draws, outside in March, the spring breeze is cool, she finished painting one and then painted, just passing the boring spring light. Today is the day of her brothers' expedition.

And she didn't go to see her off, they didn't want to, leaving her sister who was too young, this time, and I don't know how many years it will take for Lu Dao to leave, in order to be less sad about parting, it's better not to send it, as long as they know Lu Dao, no matter if there is no family there, she will live a good life alone, that's right.

The nurse walked in and stared helplessly at Mu Youwu's painting like a ghost drawing.

"Gone?" Mu Youwu sat on the chair, a little weak to throw the pen in his hand, looking at the current time, they should have already set off.

"Yes, the sons are gone," the nurse folded the papers neatly, "Miss Five, what are you going to eat tonight, the nurse will make it for you,"

What to eat? Mu Youwu looked at the empty study, and she was the only one here.

"No, I don't want to eat at night," she stood up, ran back to her room, pulled the quilt and fell asleep, in fact, no one knew that she was crying, crying so silently. She hasn't grown up yet, and she's still so small.

Time passed too slowly for him.

Or is her heart already faster than time.

The nurse sighed lightly, and sat on the side to accompany Mu Youwu, but Mu Youwu didn't need others to accompany her now, she just wanted to be quiet and quiet, carefully combing the present, the future, and everything in the past, as well as the time she couldn't waste in the past six years.

She wants to find the things left by her ancestors, no matter how hard it is, she will definitely find them, and she will definitely do it.

The army has been traveling for about half a year, and Mu Youwu likes to be in the study the most, scribbling some ghost drawings, but he doesn't want to write a word.

"Miss, the eleventh prince is here," said the nurse as she walked in, smiling.

"Well, Brother Yang is here?" Mu Youwu shook off the pen and looked happy, but the nurse felt that her smile was a little deliberate, not like sincere, and it was a little different when she was with the eldest son.

But she couldn't tell what was different.

Yu Fengyang walked in, picked up the ghost drawing talisman that Mu Youwu had drawn for a long time, and his good-looking brows were also twisted.

"Xiao Wu, what are you painting?"

"What I like," Mu Youwu snatched the paintings, "This is my eldest brother," well, it's a black circle, "This is my second brother," it's a red dot, "This is the third brother," a snowflake, "This is my fourth brother," a moon.

She pointed to the drawings one by one and said, and raised her little chin, with a smug look, as if she was about to say, praise me, praise me, praise me.

"You......" Yu Fengyang rubbed her hair, and smiled a little helplessly. Xu Dong'er also saw Mu Youwu's painting, and there was a look of contempt and contrast on her face, she has now gone to the school, and she is still with Yu Fengyang, both of them are specially for royal disciples and children in the big official mansion, and the people who can go to this kind of school are either rich or expensive.

Mu Youwu could have been on it, at her age, she had already been enlightened, but she just didn't go, and when the nurse looked at those paintings, she was ashamed and her face was red. These five young ladies really made her face burn