As soon as Jun Mo ran his front feet, Feng Wuwu's legs were weak, and he was busy holding on to the half-person-tall bookcase, so as not to fall to the ground.

She sighed, and fell in front of the bookcase, staring blankly at the plain white rice paper in front of her.

She was particularly melancholy and self-pitying, slowly raised her pen, and recorded today's encounter in great detail.

When she wrote about the pile of silver tickets that had been shattered into a pulp, her eyes were sour, her eyes were full of tears, and she began to wail again.

Outside the house, several-clothed maids passed by in a group, and suddenly heard Feng Wuwu's extremely miserable howl, and they all stretched out their heads curiously, through the door that was torn apart by Jun Mo's dye, watching Feng Wuwu who was struggling to write in front of the bookcase.

"Strange, isn't this room empty for years? Who is this crying girl in the house? ”

"He's not a girl. It is said that he is the general of Fengxiao from Beili. ”

"Could it be that the regent wants to hide the golden house?"

"I don't think so. General Feng Xiao cried so miserably, he must have been abused by the regent. ”

"Let's have a snack! The regent's man also dares to criticize, he just cries all day, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

………

The-clothed maids cast pity on Feng Wuwu one after another, and then dispersed to each room to get a change of clothes.

Chasing the wind, the two of them looked at each other when they heard the words.

"Si Ming, why don't we go and see General Fengxiao?"

Si Ming shook his head again and again, and said in particular resistance, "General Feng Xiao must have been abolished by the king." I'm afraid that if I see it, I won't be able to bear it. ”

Chasing Feng frowned, and muttered quietly, "That's not right." Wang Mingming cares about General Feng Xiao very much, and there is no reason to do anything to him. ”

"If you weren't beaten hard? How could General Feng Xiao cry so badly? ”

At this time, Jun Moran was also in a very bad mood.

He listened to the whispers of Si Ming and Chasing Feng outside the study, and he became even more irritable.

Obviously she has shown mercy to her subordinates, but she still dares to hide in the house and cry?

"Damn it!"

Jun Mo slashed his palm on the bookcase, and the mountains of folds in front of him instantly shattered into slag.

He glanced at the messy bookcase, got up, kicked open the door of the study, and strode out.

"What are you howling about?"

As soon as he got out of the study, Jun Moran heard Feng Wuwu's wail from a distance, and he was angry.

Seeing Jun Mo dyed and returned, Feng Wuwu simply sat on the bookcase, covering the copycat version of the silver ticket that she had spent nearly an hour drawing.

"Regent, I'm practicing my voice." Feng Wuwu smiled.

Jun Moran's blade-like indifferent eyes fell on her pretty face, and seeing that she was not crying as she imagined, her mood was a little happier.

He stood on his back, stepped into the threshold with one foot, walked to Feng Wuwu in threes and twos, and said coldly, "What was written?" ”

"Didn't write anything." Feng Wuwu sat on the desk as if he had taken root on the desk.

"Feng Wuwu!" A lengthy aftertone, a prelude to rage.

In desperation, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to move his ink-stained buttocks and quietly slid off the bookcase.

Jun Moran glanced at the silver ticket that had been copied on the desk, and hooked the corner of his lips, "It's a good drawing." ”

"Really?"

Feng Wuwu suddenly became interested, and jumped up to him with his heart in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Regent, do you think the silver ticket I copied can be fake?" ”

In fact, Feng Wuwu knew very well in his heart that the reliefs and engraved seals on the silver tickets were by no means drawn with a wolf pen alone.

She just wanted to ask Jun Mo to say a word.

If he says it works, who would dare to refute it?

When the time comes, she will swagger around with a copycat silver ticket, and everyone will have to buy it.