The next day, the sky was bright.

Jun Moran slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and before he got up, he found that Feng Wuwu was sticking to him like an octopus.

A hint of astonishment flashed in his pupils, and he threw her down as if he had abandoned her shoes.

Feng Wuwu snorted bitterly, half-squinted his eyes, and picked up his shoes and smashed them towards Jun Moran, "Why are you kicking the master?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she sensed that something was wrong.

Before the fragment, she seemed to be drawing her abdominal muscles for herself, but while she was drawing, why did she go to Jun Modye's couch?

"This king's couch, you sleep peacefully."

While talking, Jun Mo got off the bed and looked condescendingly at Feng Wuwu, who was unkempt with the head of the chicken nest.

His gaze paused on her chest, and then he looked at her ink-stained abdomen, and he was a little amused, "The handprints are well drawn." Are you planning to slander this king and despise you? ”

"Gah?"

Feng Wuwu lowered his eyes in astonishment, and was shocked to find that there were two more ink handprints on the placket for no reason. She didn't know where the handprint came from, so she didn't care about it.

"Forgive me, the regent, the contemptible drink is shallow. Yesterday, I struggled in the vat, and I was ridiculously drunk. ”

She vaguely recalled the embarrassment of scratching her head on the stage of the smoke cage after being drunk yesterday, and she couldn't wait to find a hole to avoid the limelight, it was really embarrassing!

"Two days left."

Jun Moran's voice is low and faint, extremely magnetic, and he can't hear it just by listening to the voice.

Feng Wuwu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the three-day promise he had made before, "The regent doesn't need to worry about me. Just a female thief, it's hard for me. ”

"Hmm."

Jun Mo Dye responded absentmindedly, sprinkled his robe back, and strode out of the Mo Dye Pavilion.

His face was gloomy, and there was a hint of confusion in his deep black-gold eyes.

Seeing Jun Mo Ran going out with a heavy heart, Chasing Feng yawned halfway and swallowed his stomach instantly, hurriedly restrained his expression, and silently followed him.

"Wang, why are your palms full of ink stains?" Chasing Wind pointed to Jun Moran's black palm behind him, and asked in surprise.

"Eventful."

Jun Moran's footsteps paused slightly, and his face was slightly weird.

Could it be that the handprint on Feng Wuwu's chest was really left by him?

"Wang, you haven't changed your court clothes yet!" Chasing the wind reminded again.

"It's just early."

Jun Mo Ran's voice was indifferent, and his gestures naturally revealed the domineering spirit of a natural king.

Seeing that Jun Mo was not very interested, Chasing Feng mistakenly thought that he was depressed because of the joint impeachment of important ministers in the court, and felt even more sorry for him in his heart.

Everyone said that Jun Mo ran monopolized the government and was clearly a prisoner of the country, but it was actually a dereliction of power.

only chasing the wind understands that Jun Mo Dye is not rare at all, and there is no royal power and wealth. What he wants is to slaughter the whole world and burn all the jade.

Having said that, the people of the world did treat him badly, and what he did was to take back everything that belonged to him, nothing more.

Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

Feng Wuwu rubbed his sore skull, and changed into clean clothes.

Inadvertently, she glanced at the thin silver ticket stuck to her lap, and suddenly remembered a hundred thousand urgent things.

Yesterday, she was smashed with a million silver tickets by Jun Mo, and she happily stuffed her shoes......

"Ahh

Feng Wuwu was so angry that he was forced to soak in the wine vat for most of the night last night.

She staggered to the couch and tugged her shoes into her arms.

Sure enough, as she expected!

These silver tickets have been ravaged by the liquor and have been shattered into slag.

"Oh my God! Are you not pleasing to the eye? finally escaped from death and got rich and got rich, but now, he is poor again. ”

"General Fengxiao?"

When Si Ming heard this, he saw that she was howling sadly, so he asked, "General Fengxiao, the female thief is cunning, it's normal that she won't be caught for a while, don't put too much pressure on yourself." ”

When Feng Wuwu heard this, he felt that he was becoming more and more miserable.

The million-dollar silver ticket is gone, and what a damn three-day covenant to fulfill!

At first, Feng Wuwu still thought that for the sake of a million silver tickets, he would go to the mass grave and pick up a corpse to hand over errands.

Right now, she has nothing to love because of her instant poverty, and she even wants to talk about it, and she is a hundred.

Si Ming saw that Feng Wuwu's mood was wrong, so he asked again, "General Feng, aren't you worried about the king?" ”

When it comes to Jun Mo Ran, Feng Wuwu is even more sad and angry.

She said in an unkind tone, "What are you worried about him?" Looking at the entire Donglin, who dares to disobey his old man! ”

"The affairs of the court are treacherous. Wang Gonggao is the master, and he is impeached almost every day. ”

"Who is so bold as to dare to impeach the Great Demon King of the Mixed World?" Feng Wuwu tilted his head and asked Si Ming curiously.

She originally thought that Jun Mo was a sacred and inviolable god in the hearts of the people of Donglin, so she didn't dare to violate the world and disobey him.

Now, knowing that Jun Mo Dye is not as popular as it seems, she secretly enjoys it in her heart. If she knew that someone dared to disagree with Jun Moran, she would definitely wave the banner and turn against her on the spot.

"Among the six ministries, except for the military department, the officials of the other five ministries have the practice of impeaching the king regularly." Si Ming looked at the joy on Feng Wuwu's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

He thought that Feng Wuwu was worried about the safety of the king, but he didn't think that her face was full of schadenfreude, and she even had the intention of falling into the well.

Not to mention, Si Ming's intuition is quite accurate.

Feng Wuwu not only wanted to fall into the well, but also wanted to dye Jun Mo's bones and ashes.

If he hadn't cruelly thrown her into the vat, her fortune would not have vanished overnight.

Thinking of the loss of one million silver taels, Feng Wuwu frowned, frantically patted the shoes covered in paper paste, and picked at the paste little by little, extremely focused.

"General Fengxiao? What do you stuff in your shoes? ”

Si Ming also squatted down and watched Feng Wuwu take out a large pile of waste paper.

At the beginning, he was still a little puzzled about what Feng Wuwu was doing. On second thought, she was indeed shorter, and it made sense to put some paper in her shoes to increase her height.

It wasn't until Feng Wuwu took out three or four intact silver tickets that Si Ming realized that she had been wailing all morning for these things outside her body.

"Hah!"

"Really!"

"There is no end to the road!"

Feng Wuwu didn't expect that there were still three or four silver tickets that survived, and he was ecstatic.

She carefully tugged it into her arms, and the chick pecked at the silver ticket with some athlete's foot and the smell of wine.

Si Ming subconsciously took a few steps back, only to feel that Feng Wuwu's move was too unstylish.

If she learns about Jun Mo Dye's other identity, if she is allowed to witness Jun Mo Dye's inexhaustible gold and silver treasures, she can't excitedly kiss Jun Mo Dye inside and out hundreds of thousands of times?