When Mu Lao heard Hua Yuqiong's words, his heart immediately tightened, and he quickly said: "Well, that's not what I meant. I forgive you, young master."
Looking at the frightened Mu Lao, Hua Yuqiong raised her lips and smiled.
She remembered that the original body always liked to ride on Mu Lao's neck and pull his beard, but he was reluctant to fight back. Every time, her grandfather and uncle coaxed the original body to get off him.
"Okay, Mu Lao, hurry up and eat. I'll go deliver the porridge to Grandpa, Xin Han, Xin'an and the others, and I'll also deliver it to Master."
Hua Yuqiong put the side dishes aside, glanced at Mu Lao's beard with smiling eyes, turned and walked out the door.
"Young Master, walk slowly."
Mu Lao looked at Hua Yuqiong's back, and thought of her look just now, he trembled all over, stretched out his hand to touch his beard, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, his beard is still there.
However, the dishes in the young master's hands are stacked so high, won't they fall?
Hua Yuqiong went to Mr. Hua's place. Under the eyes of Mr. Hua's surprise and relief, she quickly slipped out of the room and arrived at Beiyuan.
"Master? Master?"
Hua Yuqiong put the oil-paper umbrella outside the door and knocked on the door, but no one answered and no one came to open the door.
"Strange, where is the person?" Hua Yuqiong knocked on the door again, "Master? If you don't answer, I will come in?"
The three wooden figures inside silently looked in the direction of the door, wailing in their hearts.
What is the painter doing here?
He didn't come early, he didn't come late, he just came when the Holy Lord least wanted to see him.
what to do?
The Holy Lord suddenly began to abuse the painting master. Should they save him?
Seeing that no one answered, Hua Yuqiong gently opened the door and said, "Master, am I going in?"
What happened to that guy on the festival night?
Slept to death?
No way.
Isn't it her daily routine to sleep like a pig?
Hua Yuqiong touched the darkness and placed several bowls of porridge and several plates of side dishes on the table.
It's so dark inside, can he really still be sleeping?
She also thought about finishing the meal with him, and then clearing away the dishes after finishing the meal.
Hua Yuqiong sighed helplessly, walked gently to the candlestick, lit the candle, and the originally dark room instantly became much brighter.
"Boom!"
It was still thundering outside. Hua Yuqiong walked behind the screen, thinking of asking Jiye to get up for dinner. However, there was only a ball of quilt on the bed, and three figures standing straight not far away.
Hua Yuqiong opened her eyes wide and looked at the two people with standard smiles on their faces.
"Since you are here, why don't you know how to respond?"
Liang Hehui didn't speak, but kept blinking at Hua Yuqiong, with the corners of his mouth twitching.
"What's wrong?" Hua Yuqiong was startled, and then looked at Shang aside, "Who is this? Where is your saint?"
Disaster and misfortune made me burst into tears, and I wished I could just shout out.
"Shut up, me!"
A cold voice came, and Hua Yuqiong was suddenly startled. She turned her head and looked at the quilt on the bed.
It's different, it's different, and sleeping is also so different.
"Crack!"
"Boom!"
A bright light outside the window flashed out, and amid a burst of thunder, Hua Yuqiong's eyes widened in disbelief.
What did she see?
She actually trembled when she saw the usually powerful Matsushiya who could drag him to the sky?!
God!
Is she not dazzled?
As if to verify her idea, a roar sounded again.
At the same time, Jiye shrank into the quilt again.