Mu Jiu returned to Zhuyuan, and Su Hong, the maid beside the old lady, came, bringing two books and a stack of papers: "The old lady has an order, Miss Nine is confined to the room, copy the female ring and the female filial piety scripture a hundred times, and if she does not finish copying, she is not allowed to eat." ”

After speaking, seeing that Mu Jiu didn't look at herself, Su Hong frowned: "Miss Jiu, did you hear me?" ”

"I hear you." Mu Jiu slowly put down the teacup and looked at her sideways: "Do you still have something?" ”

Su Hong is a popular person in front of the old lady, even if she can talk a few words to the prime minister, seeing Mu Jiu's contemptuous attitude, she was immediately dissatisfied, and snorted coldly: "Miss Jiu is better to copy the book quickly, it will make the old lady unhappy, but it is not just as simple as copying books." ”

The words fell, and he walked away with his head held high.

There is no young lady's life, but this young lady's style is very full.

Mu Jiu glanced at the things on the table, and asked her to copy the Buddhist scriptures, she might still be able to consider it, but the female precept ...... Forget it.

Wei Xue walked in, with medicine in the tray in her hand, and her eyes fell on Mu Jiu's shoulder, the meaning was obvious.

Mu Jiu unbuckled his belt, and the stacks of skirts slipped off, and the snow-white and round shoulders were as moist as flowers in the snow, but a black to purple bruise on the shoulder blades was swollen, destroying this white jade-like beauty.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Wei Xue's eyes, but his subordinates did not pause, and quickly pierced the bruise with a needle, released the bruise, and bandaged it with medicine.

Mu Jiu walked to the window, spread out the paper, grinded the pen, did not use books, put down the pen, upset and irritable, it was better to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

The old lady fell, although it was not heavy, but for an old man of her age, this fall was enough for her, as for why Mu Jiu didn't leave the house, it was because Su Hong came again, the old lady fell and was injured, and she couldn't get angry, thinking that it was Mu Jiuke, she took a copy of King Kong and asked Mu Jiu to copy it a hundred times.

......: "This is not to let her copy the book, right?"

Mu Jiu didn't say a word, his eyes swept over the light snow that was collecting clothes at the door, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Copying books will not be so active, anyway, it is not important to her that the old lady punishes her for not eating, and she does not eat the old lady's food.

From the side of the house turned out a jar of bamboo leaves, turned over on the roof, her place is very partial, to what extent, as soon as you turn on the roof, you can see the alley outside the wall and the garden next door, you don't need to go out of the house, a ladder, you can turn out anywhere.

Next door is the house of the Sanpin household squire's house, not as big as the Xiangfu, and not so magnificent, but although the sparrow is small, it is more compact and delicate, but it is more interesting.

The night breeze blows, with the unique fragrance of bamboo, refreshing people's hearts, the skirt of the shark yarn flutters with the wind, and the silk polyester around the waist is blown to hunt and fly.

The wine jar is open, the fragrance of the wine is fragrant, pour a bowl, raise her head and drink it all, she likes to copy Buddhist scriptures, likes tranquility, likes to be clean, but she likes the strongest wine, with the most heroic way to drink.

After staying here for a long time, she copied a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and sometimes she felt that she was about to become a Buddha, and only when the liquor pierced her intestines could she find a little feeling that she was still alive.

After two bowls of wine, I was thinking about whether to go down to find some snacks to eat, when there was a sudden increase in the air with a fierce cold air.

Mu Jiu's bowl was stunned, and when he looked up, on the eaves next to her, a man in a black brocade robe was standing there.