was ruthlessly complained by the little zombie, and the Yuan circle was a little depressed, but she was a big belly that was inclusive of all rivers, and she didn't know like a little fart, so she "cut" to express her disdain, and then stopped continuing the topic.

The little boy ghost Huahua stayed in the palace for the past two days and has been by Yuan Xiaobao's side. Because the little zombie itself also has yin energy, his house is no better than other people's, so Huahua can also come out of the painting at other times except for midnight, but it is much freer than before.

Seeing that he and Xiaobao couldn't put it down with a rabbit, Yuanquanquan laughed and teased them for a few words, then let them play by themselves, and he went back to Yanjingxuan.

Lu Qingyuan spent 100,000 taels to buy the "Hundred Sons of Xiaoshan Mountain", and less than a day after buying it back, she was led by the Yuan Quanquan, and I don't know if she found it.

The Yuan Circle was thinking about this here, and there was a big movement from the Prince's Mansion.

"What about painting? Didn't I let you put it away? Where did you put it for me? Lu Qingyuan held his waist with one hand, and pointed at Huilian with the other hand and scolded, "You can't do this thing, I raised you to let you block me?" ”

Hui Lian's face was pale, she shrunk her shoulders at a loss, and her face was full of panic, "Miss, the slave maid obviously put it away according to your instructions, and put it there." The slave hasn't touched either! ”

Huilian was about to cry, but the painting was gone, she was about to turn the whole room over, but she still didn't find it, only the sandalwood box containing the scroll, but the painting inside was gone.

Lu Qingyuan's eyes were red with anger, and her expression was a little hideous when she stared at Huilian, "You haven't moved, have you still moved?" I bought it for a full 100,000 taels, and now you tell me you can't see it? Screaming angrily at Huilian, Lu Qingyuan shook his fingers and said sharply, "Find me again!" I can't find a painting, you see how I clean you up! ”

Huilian lowered her head and looked crying, and hurriedly responded when she heard the words: "...... Yes, miss, slave...... The slave will go and find it! She was scolded by Lu Qingyuan, but she was still worried about her body, "Miss, don't be angry, it's not good if you have fetal gas." ”

Lu Qingyuan waved her hand impatiently and sent Huilian down to look for paintings, and slowly walked to the table and sat down, stroking her stomach, only then did she faintly feel a little uncomfortable.

She summoned another ring, poured her a glass of water to drink, and gently stroked her belly a few times, as if to soothe the child in her womb. It took a while for her to feel her belly calm down.

Her face was still ugly, and Lu Qingyuan sat at the table and carefully recalled the people who had come to her room in the past two days, trying to find some clues from it.

But I went through everyone in my mind, but I didn't find any suspicious objects. Because she is pregnant, she is afraid that some people with the heart of a villain will have secret thoughts about the fetus in her womb, and her daily life is taken care of by Huilian herself, and only some chores are ordered to be done by other people in the house. Moreover, when she bought the "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountains" and came back, she also told Huilian to put it away, and she also watched her hide the painting in the dark compartment on the shelf in the house. This secret grid, except for her and Huilian, no one knows about it at all, and she has never told even the prince.

So, where did the painting go? You can't run away on your own legs, right?

Lu Qingyuan was extremely irritable, not for the 100,000 taels, but for ......

Squinting slightly, Lu Qingyuan instructed his subordinates to prepare pen and ink, wrote a letter, folded it and put it in the envelope, and handed it to Yahuan on the side, "Go, send this letter to Wanle Fang." ”

Yahuan took the order and left.

Who stole her paintings? Why did the other party steal the painting, does the other party know what she bought the painting for?

Lu Qingyuan caressed her towering abdomen, her expression thoughtful, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

Everyone knows that the picture of a hundred children means blessings, and she did not deliberately hide her identity when she went to Tianxiang Pavilion to bid for this painting, in order to let people know that she bought this painting above board, just to ask for a good wish, hoping that the child in her womb could be born safely.

However, in addition to this, she has an unknown purpose. And this purpose is also related to the metaverse.

"What do you say? After Lu Qingyuan found out that the painting was lost, he immediately wrote a letter and sent it to Wanle Fang? Yuan Quanquan squatted beside the stove, looking at the stove with his eyes open, and Yuan Xiaobao and Huahua also squatted next to her, swallowing saliva vigorously around the stove. Yuan Xiaobao also asked her from time to time: "Mother, are you okay?" ”

Yuan Huanquan used the iron tongs in his hand to dial the carbon fire in the furnace and said, "Not yet, wait a while." Raising his head, he pulled his gaze away from the hearth of the stove, looked up at Yan Jiu, and asked, "Then did you see who the letter was addressed to?" ”

"A Taoist priest." Yan Jiu replied, glancing at the furnace with a puzzled look.

Yuan Circle raised his eyebrows, Taoist?

Ha, that's what she expected.

Since that night, Yuan Quanquan went to the Prince's Mansion and bumped into Lu Qingyuan meeting with a mysterious Taoist priest, and quietly stole the "Hundred Sons of the Whistling Mountains", although it seemed that she had not done anything, but let Yan Jiu secretly monitor Lu Qingyuan to see if she would go to the Taoist priest after discovering that the painting was missing.

She wanted to see which master was engaged in this kind of underground party with Lu Qingyuan.

And this Lu Qingkite is really stupid, only to find out two days later that the painting he bought for a huge sum of 100,000 taels was lost. All her actions that day fell into Yan Jiu's eyes, and then Yan Jiu passed to the Yuan Circle.

"Here's the letter."

Yuan Quanquan took the letter in surprise, glanced at Yan Jiu, okay, Yan Guard, and knew to bring the evidence back to her.

Temporarily moving his attention away from the stove, Yuan Quanquan took the letter and opened it, and after reading it, he sneered, directly opened the lid of the stove, and threw the letter directly into it.

"Lu Qingyuan, this woman, is amazing, and she knows how to find a helper to deal with me."

Lu Qingyuan's letter was indeed addressed to the mysterious Taoist priest who met her in the middle of the night, in which she mentioned the loss of the painting and asked the other party what she should do in the future. also asked the other party if the painting could not be found, their agreement would not be counted, and the other party would not help her deal with Lu Qingyang, that is, the Yuan Circle herself.

Regarding the article about dealing with her in the letter, Yuan Quanquan is quite interested.

She actually wanted to know, why did Lu Qingyuan find a Taoist priest to deal with her? And what do they want to do with her? And what does this have to do with the Hundred Charts?

These problems make the metaverse particularly puzzling.

"Yan Jiu, you don't have to keep an eye on Lu Qingyuan's side, change your target and keep an eye on that Taoist priest for me. I want to see who he is and how he can unite with Lu Qingkite to deal with me. ”

A sweet smell began to fill the air, and after Yuan Quanquan finished speaking, he turned his attention back to the fire hearth...... of sweet potatoes.

Yes, the Yuan Quanquan is roasting sweet potatoes, and it is baked in the room, with the stove that is usually heated in the house.

There were red charcoals burning in the belly of the small stove, and in the middle of those fiery charcoal blocks, there were a few round little fat guys.

Yuan Quanhuan looked at the sweet potatoes that were almost roasted, called Yan Jiu, who was about to disappear in place, pulled one out of the stove with iron tongs, and threw one to him.

"Well, come, try the sweet potatoes I roasted myself."

Caught off guard, an unknown object with a black body was thrown over, Yan Jiu subconsciously reached out to catch it, but it was so hot that he almost threw the thing out by mistake, and after hearing the words of the Yuan Circle, he endured the scalding and took it.

"Sweet potato?" He glanced down at the black thing in his hand that was no different from the carbon in the stove, shrugged his nose, and sure enough, he smelled a sweet smell.

As the number one guard in the ghost world who has followed the ghost king for many years, the flame guard has long forgotten whether he had eaten this thing before he was alive. And after he died, he became a ghost, and he didn't need to eat at all, although he occasionally ate some, and he ate more after encountering the Yuan Circle, but this sweet potato, he really tried it for the first time.

Suspiciously, he reached out to peel the sweet potato skin, and the outer layer of the blackened sweet potato skin was gently torn off, revealing the yellow sweet potato pulp inside.

The fragrance was fragrant, and the rich sweetness made Yan Jiu slightly stunned.

Yuan Quanquan took out another one, reached out and poked it, and then clamped it with iron tongs and put it in front of Yuan Xiaobao.

Yuan Xiaobao sucked the saliva that was about to reach his chin, and couldn't wait to reach out to grab the sweet potato, but was slapped away by Yuan Quanquan, "Be careful to scald it into pig's trotters." ”

took a chopstick prepared by Xiao Zhi from the table, poked the sweet potato and lifted it, pouted and blew up, and after blowing for a while, it was estimated that it was not hot, and reached out to peel off the blackened burnt skin outside, and then handed it to the little zombie: "Eat, little gluttonous cat." ”

Yuan Xiaobao happily took it, and took a bite of it, the soft sweet potato was fragrant and sweet, and the yellow sweet potato was mushy.

Huahua squatted aside, and the sound of swallowing saliva was even heard in the Yuan circle.

It's a pity that he is a ghost, and he is only a virtual body, so he can't eat, so he has to watch Yuan Xiaobao eat, and his eyes are almost attached to the sweet potato.

Yuan Quanquan looked at it both funny and helpless, pouted, and peeled one for himself.

Yan Jiu was embarrassed to eat it in front of the Yuan Circle, so he took the sweet potato out and found a no-man's corner to savor it.

When he came back from the meditation court, he smelled a sweet smell from afar, entered the inner courtyard of Yanjingxuan, pushed the door into the house, and saw his princess squatting by the stove without any image, with black hands, holding a sweet potato and gnawing happily.

"Beitang, you're back! Hurry up, my freshly baked sweet potato, try it! It's not good when it's cold. ”

was warmly invited by her own princess to taste the sweet potatoes she roasted herself, and Ming Xiu glanced at the sweet potatoes that were half stuffed in the stove, and couldn't laugh or cry.

The princesses of other people's families are all sitting quietly at the table reading and writing, embroidering and painting, but this one in his family squats on the ground with her skirt without any image, and roasts sweet potatoes around the stove to eat!

His hands were as black as if he had just dug coal, and even his face was stained with black marks, and there were some sweet potatoes stuck to his mouth without knowing it, looking at him with an innocent smile.

Shen Xiu shook his head and smiled, took a few steps forward, bent down, picked up her chin, put her mouth together, licked the sweet potato off the corner of her lips, and then commented sincerely: "Well, it's quite delicious." ”

Yuan Quanquan held the sweet potato and rolled his eyes, hooligan.