What fate gives us is something that we need to accept without any reason, it's just that I can choose the way to accept it, either tragic or open-minded. The familiar white, no matter how sacred, for Luo Wusheng, there is no sense of fascination, and some of them can only be forgotten, and they can't forget the desire to escape when they first arrived here.

From the moment he entered the Ink Academy, Luo Wusheng, who seemed to be calm, had been hesitating cautiously and cautiously. Although the fifth ink doesn't remember her anymore, although she has been forced to change her voice and appearance now, she is a little scared, and it will not dissipate because of the fearlessness of the facts, and the problem in her heart is not that the watch has no power at hand, and she can get better immediately if she does the so-called trade-in.

Luo Wusheng spent more than a week in fear, and in this more than a week, she couldn't eat or sleep well, for fear that she would run away when she saw Fifth Mo. Luo Wusheng had already rehearsed all his various cowardice appearances in his mind, fearlessly waiting for the encounter with Fifth Mo.

However, as the protagonist of this self-emotional interpretation, the fifth ink stunned disappeared in a very faceless play.

On the fifteenth day, there was still no trace of the fifth ink, and Luo Wusheng's tense nerves immediately relaxed. It turned out that she was wandering around on her own. Since that day, she no longer lives timidly, but should eat and drink. Because she is the person named by the Ink Academy to serve the young master, so, when the young master is not there, she is basically a master who has nothing to do. Occasionally, I kindly stepped forward to help, but I was rejected by others. Luo Wusheng, who was idle, let alone how moisturizing that little life was.

Even if he is a natural ronin and is used to wandering, he will still miss stability occasionally, not to mention the ink courtyard without the fifth ink, which was originally a pure fairyland that Luo Wusheng wanted to escape, but at this moment it is particularly close. Compared with the Scholar Pavilion, except for the lack of ghost face ancient jade and the fun of night clearing, the other places are definitely surpassed.

Luo Wusheng's comfortable little days were so short that they were only a month.

On a windy and dark night in late autumn, Luo Wusheng, who was already asleep in the room, suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes shot directly out of the gauze curtain with a murderous aura, "Come out!"

The room, which was originally pitch black, suddenly lit up. The bright lights reflected the appearance of the white-clothed people outside the gauze curtain, and who else in this world could love white clothes so much except the fifth ink of the clean ghost in Luo Wusheng's mind.

Luo Wusheng rolled his eyes to the fifth ink outside the gauze curtain for the implementation of the standard, and the ghost knew how much she wanted to rush up at the moment, beat up the person who broke into her boudoir at night, educate him well, and tell him what politeness is. Luo Wusheng can only think about it like this, after all, this boudoir belongs to this impolite guy, after all, she is the master, she is a maid, not to mention that she really can't beat this guy.

Fifth Mo looked at the people in the curtain, although they had lifted their guard, but they didn't have the slightest intention of asking or talking, "cough ......"

The light cough of the fifth ink made Luo Wusheng, who was trapped in self-consciousness, finally return to reality, Luo Wusheng's originally straight and straight body instantly drooped down, "Young master, it's so late, what are you doing?" Although Luo Wusheng called the young master, he didn't mean to get out of bed and salute, and his words were full of helplessness.

'What are you doing?' Fifth Mo was amused by Luo Wusheng's question, knowing that he was the young master, and asked, 'What are you doing?', and he looked like he didn't bother me if he had a noble job. Faced with Luo Wusheng's disgusted response, Fifth Mo, who grew up in the worship of 10,000 people, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Huh?" The tone was full of doubts.

Hearing the word 'um' that the fifth ink was so puzzled, Luo Wusheng seemed to have forgotten his previous ten days of fidgeting, and originally wanted to do something hastily, but Luo Wusheng, who was dating again, turned to the side, facing the fifth ink, and pulled the curtain with both hands, "Master Mo, if you want to have something, just say it quickly, it's okay, you can go back and rest early, disturbing people's dreams will be punished by God." The last sentence, Luo Wusheng almost shouted.

The original dark window became brighter, but this brightness was like a switch accidentally turned on when frightened, and when the scene was set, it changed back to the original darkness.

"Damned?" Fifth Mo did not get angry at Luo Wusheng's words, but asked rhetorically with interest.

Luo Wusheng, who was disturbed by his sweet dream, was originally full of getting up gas, but as time went by, most of it gradually dissipated. After a quarter of an hour of stalemate with the Fifth Mo, Luo Wusheng, who didn't intend to make any response, suddenly clasped his hands together: "Merciful and compassionate Master Mo, please let me go." The slave maid is a subordinate, and Ming'er has to get up early to work. If you have anything, you say, I'll do it after I finish it, and then I'll go to sleep? Even if it's not a spring supper, it's a good night to sleep now......" Luo Wusheng's mouth kept compromising, but her body didn't have the slightest intention of getting out of bed to meet her master and work.

"Now that you know who I am, prepare to bathe and change my clothes, I'm tired. After saying that, the fifth ink disappeared in place, and no one saw it, and the corners of the fifth ink's mouth were dyed with a slight evil smile under the light and shadow.

On that day, when Bai Zhu led a group of guards to surround Luo Wusheng, Luo Wusheng was extremely indifferent, and the energy emanating from her indifferent aura was not to mention Bai Zhu, who was close to Luo Wusheng, and even the Fifth Mo, who was separated by several courtyards, felt strong, so Bai Zhu was so nervous at that time and entered a state of complete alert. Although Luo Wusheng's woman is too harmless on the surface, but the people who endanger Mofu and even Mocheng, no matter how harmless it is, he will not let it go easily with just a few understated explanations from this woman. He wanted to see where the sacredness came from, and he was so tired that he dared to come to his house to make trouble.

So for the people on the bed, the fifth ink spent nearly two months free-stocking. At first, Luo Wusheng's caution did make Fifth Mo feel more and more suspicious about this person's origin, but then her lazy lifestyle made Fifth Mo a little crying and laughing. Every day, not only ignoring the warning of everyone's eyes, taking all kinds of desserts prepared for him to eat, occasionally full, he came out to help, others just swept the yard, she gave a broom to restore the original, people just wiped the table, she didn't say a word to get a puddle of water on it, the beautiful name: to hydrate the table...... Coupled with her appearance of sleeping the biggest in the world just now, the fifth Mo realized that all the women in Mocheng dreamed of becoming the people around him, but here in Luo Wusheng, he was disgusted.

As the son of the arrogant city lord of Mocheng, only he dislikes others in the fifth ink, and no one else dislikes him, so he wants to make this woman like him, even if she is just a 'maid' who has just entered the mansion!