"Not satisfied?" Liancheng Mo was sitting on a soft brocade mat, placed a pot of freshly brewed tea and some delicate-looking snacks in front of him. He picked up the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "You are not satisfied with the fish for the figurines, and you must bear it."

After that, Liancheng Mo propped up his elbow and lay down half lazily. Then he closed his eyes and stopped looking at Mengying Lin.

Endure? Bear your bad guy!

Mengying Lin was so angry that her teeth were itching, but there was no way. She could only watch the man arrogant in front of herself. But she always believed that after the thirty years he had been changed a lot, there was always a day for her to feel proud and proud.

In the morning, she didn't eat anything. Mengying Lin was hungry and had to put her back on her back. She saw the dim sum in front of him and he didn't want to eat it. She took a bite. It seemed that he didn't respond. She could eat boldly.

Although she has not been with him for a long time, Mengying Lin has roughly understood his temperament. As long as he has no objection, it meant that he acquiesced in the arrogance of such a man. Mengying Lin has also met for the first time in her life.

She ate two pieces, took out the silk handkerchief in her arms, carefully wrapped some snacks, then opened the curtain of the carriage, waved to Tie Lu who was walking behind, and Tie Lu immediately leaned over.

"Yisheng, come and have breakfast." Mengying Lin threw away the silk handkerchief with snacks. Tie Lu reached out and grabbed it. Then she stuffed it to the child in front of her.

Yisheng Lin timidly took snacks, but did not rush to eat, but looked into the carriage, although he still did not speak, but Mengying Lin knew that he was worried about her.

"I'm all right. Don't worry, Our Highness was very nice." Mengying Lin raised her smiling face, gave him a knowing smile, and then put down the curtain.

"Am I very good?" Liancheng Mo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Mengying Lin meaningfully.

Mengying Lin turned a white eye at him and shrank in the corner. "I'm a comfort to children. Don't take it seriously."

"Oh?" Liancheng Mo refused to give a remark, his eyes felled on her white collar, and his sight seemed to be able to see something along the neckline.

Noticing his eyes, Mengying Lin was angry and grumbled. She tightened up her clothes, and still murmured in her mouth: "men, indeed, are animals who are thinking in their lower bodies, and can do everything in a mess."

"Didn't you just say I am good? I think you are satisfied with my endurance. Liancheng Mo said so quietly that he closed his eyes and had a rest.

"You are hooligan" It took Mengying Lin a while to suddenly react. She seemed to be molested by the shameless fellow.

The carriage was quiet and could only hear the sound of rolling wheels. The bumpy carriage was far from the modern one. It was not only slow, but also not comfortable.

The procession had just gone for a while, and someone had brought a bamboo tube. Liancheng Mo took the bamboo tube and looked like it in the carriage.

Mengying Lin thought, as well, that it was normal for people like Liancheng Mo to handle official documents in carriages, and that it was not like his style to spend half a month on the road.

Just to Mengying Lin's surprise, she thought those papers were ordinary documents, but when she carelessly scanned a pattern on a piece of paper, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Well, it was not a general document, but a drawing of weapons manufacturing!

Mengying Lin has been attracted by the weapon manufacturing technology of this era since she last saw the Heavenly Machine Ring. This was the cold weapon age. There were no aircrafts, artillery and powerful gunpowder. But even so, what they had made was so exquisite that people had to admire the wisdom of human beings.

As soon as she turned her eyes, she took the initiative to lean close to Liancheng Mo. When she moved, she immediately attracted Liancheng Mo's eyes. "What's the matter?"Are you interested in this?

Mengying Lin was shocked. Was the sense of Liancheng Mo too keen? She shook her head quickly. I'm just a lady in the boudoir who can't get through the doors. Where would I be interested in these ghost paintings? Just come and lean on them when you have a soft cushion on your side?'

Liancheng Mo stared at her face and seemed to want to see something from her face, but he didn't say anything at all. He only pointed to his leg. "Now that you sit here, you can do your servant's work well."

Mengying Lin's mouth sucked. "When did I become your servant girl?" Nevertheless, she started rubbing his legs very cleverly this time.

"Yesterday, I helped you save that kid. You are mine. It's just right to be my warm-bed girl with your figure." When Liancheng Mo spoke, he picked up another drawing and looked at it.

"She is warm bed servant?" Mengying Lin didn't think that Liancheng Mo had even thought of her identity, but that identity... It's crazy!

Liancheng Mo didn't answer her surprise question, but shook his head as he read the picture and said, "Did this picture really have been stolen from that man?"

Mengying Lin was still doubtful. There were only two people in the carriage, she and Liancheng Mo. He did not seem to be asking her. He was asking who, so she listened to someone outside the window answering the question.

The answer came from a young man's voice. "I'm sure I got it from that man, but the whole drawing was split into twenty-eight pieces, and we only got fifteen, so I could not stitch it together after a long time."

Liancheng Mo listened, his eyebrows tightened again, and the atmosphere in the carriage became stiff because of his expression. For a long time, he did not speak any thing, but looked at the drawings.

Mengying Lin pressed his legs for him and looked at the drawings in his hands. Perhaps in this era, there was no woman who could see the drawings of weapons, so Liancheng Mo did not shy away from her. However, every time he turned over a picture, Mengying Lin's eyes lit up.

The design of that set of drawings was a kind of crossbow, although only a part of it, but the clever joints in it made Mengying Lin unable to help but admire. The more she looked, the much itchy she became. It was like a kind of work obsessive-compulsive disorder. Without fiddling with it, she would feel uncomfortable trying to stitch it together.

"Your Highness, are you playing jigsaw puzzle? Can you play for me, too? Mengying Lin rubbed his legs for him and put out the face like a simple little lotus flower.

The pupils of Liancheng Mo shrank for a moment, and then they silenced for a moment. Then he asked, "Do you want to play? Can you read it?'

But Mengying Lin covered her mouth and smiled. "Your Highness, isn't that a pattern? Although I don't know what to do with it, I just want to splice it up. I don't know what it was, but when I was at home, I was the best at embroidery, and the embroidery pattern seemed to be the same of that. Would you like to give me a try? "