When Zhou Wudi's eyes lit up, he pulled the note out of his jacket, stepped into a fine roll and stuffed it into the groove. Just stuck it in one head and the wind in the groove whispered and rolled the whole piece of paper away.
I wonder if the roll is broken? It's inconvenient not to have hands! Zhou Wudi stood and shook his head and ran back along the same road. People usually only look at the same spot as they look at themselves, the two easiest places to ignore above and below their heads. It is precisely with this in mind that the organs in the secret passage are generally placed on the top or the soles of the feet, which is difficult to spot without a closer look. Zhou Wudi used to feel troubled, but now he's kind of happy with the design. If the organs are situated at the same height as others, Po will never be able to reach them today.
Pressing the weight of his whole body on a piece of brick on the ground, waiting for the tunnel to open, he drilled out and pressed the machine outside to close the tunnel. To be sure that no one was passing outside the fake mountain, he quickly drilled out and ran towards the roller palace.
This series of actions took at least half an hour, Mulberry Elm was about to wake up and couldn't see herself, she would be in a hurry. Zhou Wudi's heart is like an arrow.
Running into the rolling palace, Bishui and others were still nagging in their ears, but they didn't find themselves missing. Zhou Wudi relieved himself and quickly rushed to Meng Sangyu's bedroom. Turning over the threshold, he ran three or two steps to the side of the bed and saw Meng Sang Yu's eyebrows faint and sleeping perfectly. He smiled slightly and climbed into her arms as soon as his little paws came to bed.
When he saw the dirty paws lining the dark purple sheets, he froze and hurriedly stopped. Unfortunately, it's too late, and the clean sheets have left two black plum prints, which look dazzling.
Zhou Wudi moaned with his head, and when the opportunity broke off, he ran towards the Palace. He remembered that there was a pot of tea on the Eight Immortals table at the Palace that could be used to comb himself. With the help of a stool, he climbed to the Eight Immortals table. He lifted the lid with his paws, cleaned the ink and dust on his paws with tea, and then licked his exposed plush with his tongue, making sure he looked clean and tidy, lest the mulberry disliked him.
After licking his fur, he realized what he was doing. Oh, my God! His cousin Zhou Wu Di is licking his hair?! Just to please the master? He's a real pet! His heart was all twisted, but he licked his hair without stopping. Mulberry Elm was still asleep. When she woke up she couldn't see herself, she didn't know how worried she would be!
“Po is here, playing with water on the table! Tell your mother not to worry.” Outside the palace, Yin Cui probe came in and saw Po on the table, his nervous expression soothed and shouted at the other side of the blue water.
Bishui promised to run back to the master and return to the situation. Looks like Meng Sangyu is awake.
Zhou Wudi fell on his shoulder and was very depressed. After all, she was worried when she failed to return to her arms before Mulberry woke up.
“What's Po doing?” Yin Cui smiled and walked to the table to ask. She was surprised to see that the tea had turned dark and Po was wretched. "Po, you bad thing, you sneaked out again! Look at you! The little cotton padded jacket just changed to gray! Let's go, I'll take you to the bathroom and see your mother! ”
Speaking of which, she reached out and was ready to hug Po on the table.
Zhou Wu Emperor is not used to being held in the arms of a woman for a long time, which is detrimental to the dignity of his emperor, of course, Mulberry Elm is an exception. He avoided Silver Cui's hand, jumped off the table and ran to the door to wait.
Silver Cui shook his head with a laugh and took Po to the bath.
In the bedroom, I heard a message from the lady of the Palace of Silver Cuito, Monsanto Elm pointing funny at her sheets, “Po, the Grinch, thought I didn't know he had snuck out. Look, here's the proof! I don't know what he did, the claws are black..."
Bishui looked at the two black little paw prints and smiled softly.
Sister Feng was helpless and laughable. She hastily summoned a few young ladies to change the master's sheets.
Monsanto Elm turned and sat on the soft couch by the window. The dragon burned heavily in the interior of the temple. The heat and dryness made people soft. She took off the hair chai on her head, spread a blue silk, took off the robe on her body, pointed to a crystal bottle on the dresser, lazy opening, “I haven't loosened my bones in a long time, Bishui, press me hard. ”
“Yes." Bishui smiled and promised, carefully washing her hands, unwrapping the crystal cap, pouring the rose oil inside over the palm of her hand to warm up. Seeing that the master had stripped off his skin, he walked over and rubbed her all white flesh.
Sister Feng quickly walked to the window and shut the window tightly so as not to expose the cold wind to blow her master.