Chapter 3: The Contrast of the Lord (2)

At this time, Bu Meng's milky voice came into Mo Jiuhua's mind.

"Little sister, you guessed it right, that's what you think~"

Isn't it a surprise?

Hee-hee~

Bu Meng faced his favorite host, the young lady, and it was rare to stick out her little tongue a little skinnyly.

Mo Jiuhua supported his forehead: "......"

If that's the case...... Then she's a bit of a ......

It made her feel excited.

Big Mo suddenly smiled mysteriously.

Before Mu Ziyu reached the crown, he made great contributions to the entire Muxiang country, and even expected to be the emperor.

It's a pity that he was shot in the leg by a poisonous arrow belonging to the enemy army during a rebellion, so Mu Ziyu never got up again, so he could only be crowned king early.

Such a beautiful peerless son became a cripple in such a beautiful year, but it is not a pity to be held.

However, even so, Mu Ziyu is still disabled, giving advice and advice by the emperor's side, and still making countless meritorious contributions, and is highly respected by the people.

Because of this, there are countless girls who are willing to ignore Mu Ziyu's cripple and want to marry him.

After reading this, Mo Jiuhua understood, no wonder the original owner was still thinking about him so much even if he died.

In the human world, such a person is indeed excellent.

So......

Such an excellent person has become the target of her strategy, and she is very satisfied.

Mo Jiuhua, who came back to his senses, looked at the letter in his hand, and then took out a pen, and scribbled a big character on it-

Get lost!

Rejecting the business, Mo Jiuhua hid the letter on the pigeon again, and went outside to release it.

As for the sender's bad reaction after seeing her reply, that was not her concern.

After releasing the pigeons, Mo Jiuhua walked around the thatched hut twice and successfully found two simple women's clothes in the style of jasper.

She changed her tight-fitting nightwear and put on one of the fresh-toned plain dresses.

As soon as Mo Jiuhua changed his clothes, Bu Meng with a mirror in his mouth appeared out of thin air.

"Whew~"

Bu Meng raised his little head and looked straight at Mo Jiuhua with those big eyes of Bu Ling Bu Ling.

"Whew!"

Mo Jiuhua was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, bent down and touched its furry head, and then took the mirror from its mouth.

"Thank you, cutie."

Bu Meng, who was touched and praised, happily tossed in place for a while, and disappeared out of thin air.

Mo Jiuhua, who got the mirror, also saw the appearance of his body clearly.

Well, it's a beauty.

It's a little worse than her real body, but it's not bad.

At this moment, Mo Jiuhua is wearing a simple green skirt, her hair is tied behind her with a wide ink-colored band, and her beautiful face is soft and heroic.

Because of this sentence, her body has been practicing martial arts all year round, coupled with the arrival of Mo Jiuhua's divine soul, her temperament is extremely good.

Mo Jiuhua put away the mirror, cleaned himself up briefly, and went out with his baggage.

The original owner's thatched hut sits at the foot of a hill that is neither high nor low.

Glancing at the surrounding environment, Mo Jiuhua walked in one direction without hesitation.

She took out an iron hook with a rope from her baggage, and threw it hard, and the iron hook hooked on the stone on it.

After making sure that the rope was strong enough, Mo Jiuhua tried to use the internal force of this body, and in the next second, he quickly climbed up with the help of various stones on the mountain.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Jiuhua successfully climbed up, and then followed the route in his memory and headed towards the capital without stopping.

……

There were still two days left before the day when the palace recruited maids, so Mo Jiuhua simply found an inn in the city to live in, and by the way, he collected some various gossip and gossip everywhere.

After all, to find out who the original owner's employer is, you must first start by listening to gossip, and maybe you can really hear something.