Qing Huan impatiently put the mosquito mask on his face, and there was a burst of attraction from the mask.

Then she saw that the bed was still the same bed, neither bigger nor smaller, which meant that her body shape had not increased or decreased.

But the mask is gone.

Qing Huan hurriedly looked at himself.

"Damn, Niu 13, ruthless, powerful."

Qing Huan burst out of a series of unliterary interjections one after another in his heart.

After putting on the mask, she still turned into a mosquito, but unfortunately it was an oversized mosquito, almost according to her real proportions, one to one.

It was the first time Qing Huan had seen such a big mosquito, with its mouthparts pointed and slumped on the bed.

If such a long mouthpart is used to suck blood, a few mouthfuls can suck people dry, is this a mosquito, or a vampire?

"It seems that creatures that are too different from their own body shape either can't change, or they can only change shape, not their normal size.

After that, if you don't want to be caught and burned alive as a monster, it's better not to wear this insect mask. ”

couldn't bear to look at his strange appearance, Qing Huan raised his mosquito foot and scratched his face.

After taking off the mask again, Qing Huan looked at the remaining two masks and hesitated.

After seeing the effect of the mask after transformation, Qing Huan didn't dare to try the mask of this tree for the time being.

If you put on a mask and become a tree, who knows how big the tree will grow, if it is too big to stick out of the bed and alarm Nianlu, then it will be difficult to do.

So she put aside the mask of the tree and put the mask of the stone on her face.

It's a pity that there was no movement at all this time, and Qing Huan could clearly feel that the mask was covering his face like that, no different from an ordinary mask.

"It seems that it can only become a living object, and what is inanimate cannot be changed."

Qing Huan felt regretful in her heart, she raised her hand to take off this last mask, lay on the bed, and began to ponder.

"It seems that wearing this mask can indeed transform, but it can only become a living thing, and a dead thing can't do it, except for being able to transform, it has no special abilities.

In this case, there is no need for this in the future, and it is best not to transform frequently, otherwise something will go wrong sooner or later.

Since you can transform, it's easy to leave Washington. However, it seems that there are also objects in this world that prove one's identity like the household register, which seems to be called household registration.

I don't know if this household registration is easy to handle or not, this thing is in the Hua family, there is no way to solve it, and I have to wait until the Hua family to consider this thing.

Also, I have to take the maids out of this matter, don't get involved, otherwise I'll be free, and the maids don't know what the fate will be. ”

Thinking of taking the maids out, Qing Huan began to be at a loss again, the rules in this house, the master was injured, and the maids who were waiting were responsible, so if the master was missing, the people would have to shed their skin if they didn't die.

If the maid is not responsible, this matter can only be pushed to other masters.

This has to put the responsibility on the other masters, then it is only in front of the other masters, to play and disappear, and the place of disappearance cannot be at home, not in their own yard, otherwise it will be the fault of the maid and servant in the end.

Qing Huan thought about it clearly, but he felt that it was difficult to implement.

She has a close relationship with the Hua family, and she doesn't have many opportunities to go out.

Now if she wants not to affect her subordinates, she has to choose a time when she can get together with the Hua family and not stay at home, which is not easy to do.

Can't think of a way for the time being, Qing Huan has to suppress this matter first, although this thing is not easy to do, but there will be opportunities, after all, it is a family, and there is always a time when the family goes out together.

She just had to wait patiently.

"There is an opportunity~ I just don't know, how long will it take for me to live such a boring and boring day."

Qing Huan, lying on the bed, cranky and dazed.

On this day, in the following time, Qinghuan was under the strict care of the maids, half of the time he slept, and half of the time he spent strolling in the yard.

After resting for two days in a row, on the third day, Qinghuan finally didn't have to lie in bed all day to rest.

However, her situation has not improved much.

You can't get out of the outer courtyard, and Qing Huan can walk around in the inner courtyard.

Master Hua's family is not happy, there are only six people, and those people can't talk to Qinghuan, and she has no intention of being bored.

The scenery of this Jiangnan garden is good, the rockery in the inner courtyard is stacked, the corridor is turned, and the path is quiet.

Some courtyards are full of flowers, a group of splendor, and some courtyards are full of bamboo trees, which are elegant and abnormal.

Although Master Hua is a businessman, he is still a literati in his bones after all, and this courtyard of the Hua family is also elegantly designed.

It's a pity that no matter how good the scenery is, it will get tired after watching it for a long time, not to mention Qinghuan's out-of-the-box temperament, so Si Swenwen's view of the scenery is not her character at all.

Just like that, he wandered in the inner courtyard for two days, and Qinghuan's sick leave was over.

On the fifth day, Hua Qinghuan was pulled up from the bed by the maid early in the morning, packed up and stiffened to listen to Mr. Li's class.

After the enlightenment of the two brothers of the Hua family, they did not study at home, but entered a academy in Hangzhou.

This old gentleman is an aspiring scholar at his age, and his knowledge should not be bad.

Qing Huan only looked at the look on his head and intoxicated when he was lecturing, and knew that this old gentleman loved to read.

It's a pity that the old gentleman doesn't understand the truth in simple terms, and he doesn't care whether the Qinghuan sisters understand it or not.

At first, she was worried that she would be punished by the old gentleman if she really fell asleep, but she peeked at her third sister, who was also about the same, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

The old gentleman spoke a long story comfortably, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that his two female disciples had already fallen asleep, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

He slapped the textbook in his hand on the table, frightened Qinghuan, and quickly opened his eyes.

When he looked up and saw that although the gentleman's face was quite gloomy, he had no intention of punishing them, so he cheered up and listened to the old gentleman start a new round of preaching with his eyes open.

In this way, they were half-asleep and half-awake, and they survived the old gentleman's class, and before the end of class, the old gentleman assigned the two of them their homework for the day, and let them go back to the inner courtyard.

Qinghuan and Nahua Sangyu are both women after all, although Master Hua invited the old gentleman to teach them, the rules are strict, and the schoolwork requirements are not strict.

This old gentleman only needs to teach for two hours in the morning, and there is no class in the afternoon.

Back at the residence, Qing Huan went to the small study again in order to complete his homework.

A few days ago, she was free, she didn't come to the small study, this body inherited the memory of the original owner, she knew that in the small study in addition to those masks, there were only a few books, and the books that could be placed in this small study were all famous classics, or the teachings of the saints, and they couldn't arouse Qinghuan's interest in reading at all.

Therefore, counting the last time I came to get the mask, this is the second time Qing Huan has come to this study in the past few days.

She sat down behind the bookcase, took out her schoolwork, picked up the brush and began to copy.

But she didn't write a few words, she felt bored again, and out of the corner of her eye, she just saw the blank mask on the bookcase, she couldn't help but be curious, and she didn't know what kind of fun this painted mask was, which could make that Miss Hua happy.

So she pushed her homework aside, reached out and took a blank mask, placed it in front of her, and lifted her pen to draw a mask.