On the newly glued window paper, there are four or five small round holes arranged side by side.

Yan Rong abandoned the old one, wet it with saliva on his little finger, and poked it with gravity.

A larger peephole appeared, and he nodded with satisfaction.

There was a bright moonlight outside, but there was no light inside the wooden house. Although the hole Yan Rong poked was huge, nothing could be seen clearly.

He raised his head and raised his chest, showing a high-spirited attitude as if he was a man of knowledge and not doing secret things, and shouted, "Wu Hushuo, are you at home? I'm here to ask you for a fortune." [

There was a low wailing sound in the room, and someone in a confused voice muttered, "Why did this man come at such a time?"

"What's the matter? I have to report in advance when I come. Mr. Divine Fortune Teller is so arrogant." After running and running, Yan Rong asked himself that no one could take advantage of him. He raised his left leg and prepared.

Once Wu Hushuo said something rude, even if he didn't listen to half a word, he would have to help him change the door.

After spending so many days together, Wu Hushuo was naturally afraid of the second prince of the Yan Kingdom who liked to act unconventionally. He quickly put down his busy work and trotted over to open the door for Yan Rong. Naturally, he saw the window paper at a glance.

"Masterpiece", he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "No wonder the wind blows in when I sleep at night. It turns out that the root cause is here. As the saying goes, there is no truth, and the ancients do not deceive me."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yanrong's expression with lowered eyes, hoping to find some clues.

Yan Rong looked enigmatic, with a straight face, acting like a prince, with his hands behind his waist, and wanted to break into the house.

Wu Hushuo quickly blocked the way with a smile on her face, "Master! My master, please stay for a moment. The subordinate's dormitory was originally a utility room. Even the equipment for fertilizing was piled up. The smell is really not good. Your golden body

, I can't bear to be neglected, so you'd better not go in, lest your nose be accidentally contaminated by the filthy smell, this subordinate will really be punished and deserve death."

Yan Rong stepped back half a step to avoid Wu Hushuo's foaming at the mouth. He half-squinted his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile, and then looked at him again.
Chapter completed!