Mu Ruogu smiled, "Okay, you've been out for a day, and you should be hungry, let's talk while eating." ”

Mu Zhao had eaten for a day, but she was not hungry, but she could see that the third brother was waiting for her, so she still agreed to eat with the third brother.

Mu Zhao asked, "Is there a big brother?" ”

"No need, he came to say goodbye to me early this morning, and the Buddha went, and probably went to look for you, but you weren't there." Mu Ruogu complained, "I went to find Yun Wuluo early in the morning. ”

"Hehe..... Mu Zhao sneered, "Please also ask the third brother to tell me about Lin Jieyu." ”

Where couldn't Mu Ruogu hear her changing the subject?

But he was too happy to hear, "Okay, let's talk while eating." ”

Lin Jieyu's life experience is simple and simple, but it is also very unusual.

When Emperor Zhou conquered the world, he was injured and was rescued by a peasant woman at the foot of a mountain.

After Emperor Zhou woke up, he expressed his gratitude to the peasant woman and promised that he would repay her in the future.

Later, Emperor Zhou became the emperor and took Lin Jieyu back to the palace.

Mu Zhao asked, "Since she is a peasant woman, what about her husband?" He's dead? ”

"Live well."

Mu Zhao was speechless, "What is this, when the emperor takes the lead in robbing the people's daughters?" ”

"Well, he asked his father to go, but his father couldn't do such a thing, and persuaded him not to take revenge, so he let the original Hubu Shangshu go, and this peasant woman, you can guess it, is Lin Jieyu."

Mu Zhao thought, no wonder the emperor wanted to pull out her tongue before he sent her to the cold palace, because he was afraid that she would damage his reputation by telling these things.

Mu Zhao sighed, "I got it but I don't cherish it." ”

Mu Ruogu said: "Yes, Lin Jieyu has a good relationship with her husband, she is reluctant to go to the palace, she doesn't have a good face for the emperor, the emperor still thinks it is fresh and fun at first, but after a while, he gets bored." ”

Mu Zhao can also see from her current state.

She asked, "And what is her husband's identity?" ”

"The father didn't say anything."

Mu Zhao told the story of the master of Chinese painting, "The wife of the master of Chinese painting is dead, do you think she may be the wife of the master of Chinese painting?" ”

"There are two possibilities, first, the master of Chinese painting is her husband, and second, the master of Chinese painting admires her."

Mu Zhao thought for a while, "But it's no difference, I let Fan Die stare at the master of Chinese painting, and she will tell me if there is any movement." ”

"Pink Butterfly?"

Mu Zhao thought that Mu Ruogu didn't know the identity of the pink butterfly, and told Mu Ruogu about the identity and skills of the pink butterfly.

After Mu Ruogu listened, deep thought flashed in his eyes, and then he understood, "Oh~".

Mu Zhao asked, "What did you think of?" ”

"Nothing."

Mu Zhao stared at him.

Mu Ruogu gave the peeled shrimp to Mu Zhao, "Eat the shrimp." ”

Is this unwilling to say?

Mu Zhao ate shrimp, "Actually, you don't say that I also know, Pink Butterfly is a member of the Blood Ying Clan, right?" ”

Mu Ruogu was surprised, and then smiled, "Little sister is really smart. ”

"That's nature," Mu Zhao raised his chin triumphantly.

Mu Ruogu looked at her and smiled, and then continued to peel the shrimp with his head down, covering the dark color under his eyes.

After Mu Zhao finished eating, he went back to his room and waited for Pink Butterfly to come back.

Just as she was about to go to sleep, Pink Butterfly suddenly appeared.

Mu Zhao instantly cheered up, "How is it?" ”

"The painter looked at the moon for a long time, and then wrote a poem about his thoughts and love for people. ”

Mu Zhao asked, "Can there be a signature?" ”

Pink Butterfly shook her head, "No, he was quite cautious, and he wanted to burn it after he finished writing, but after a lot of reluctance flashed in his eyes, he still didn't want to burn it, so he put it on the table and went to sleep." ”

"Did you bring back the poems?"

"I was about to go down and get it when I saw a little eunuch blowing a cigarette into his room, so I didn't move."

Mu Zhao was a little surprised, "There are still others staring at him." ”

"Well," Pink Butterfly continued, "I just stared at the little eunuch, and when the little eunuch went in, he went to his desk, and then he saw the poem, and he looked very happy. ”

Mu Zhao asked, "How did you do it?" ”

"When this happens, I usually follow him to see who the person behind him is, so I let him take the poem and then follow him ......"

Pink Butterfly said this, stopped, and looked at Mu Zhao.

Mu Zhao met her eyes and asked suspiciously, "Huh?" And then what? ”

Fan Die said a little hesitantly, "Then I saw that he gave the poem to Concubine De, and I was sure that he was the person who was Concubine De." ”

"What?" Mu Zhao stood up excitedly, "Did you let him give the poem to Concubine De?" ”