System maintenance

As if being stripped naked and placed on the operating table, when the shadowless lamp hits, not even a single pore is spared, and there is nowhere to hide.

Mo Mo felt uncomfortable all over, he frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the enlarged young and handsome face.

"Have you seen enough?" After she spoke, she realized that her voice was very dry.

Zhang Yuan did not show embarrassment like before, his eyes did not dodge, but stared straight at it, and he spoke after a while.

"Useless, why did you pass out in Liyuan, when Cuihua's face turned pale from fright."

There was a trace of confusion on Shen Mo's face. He sat up suddenly, but found that his head was dizzy, followed by pain, and his limbs were weak.

"Why am I here?"

Isn't it in the darkroom?Being strangled by Liu Yan, he kicked his legs and struggled desperately. The feeling of suffocation was so strong that he couldn't breathe, and the memories flooded his mind.

But when he wanted to see clearly, a thin mist appeared and blocked it abruptly.

Mo Mo pinched the center of his eyebrows vigorously, so that he could clear up the chaotic thoughts in his head as soon as possible. He remembered that Liu Yan pinched him first, gnawed on him like a hungry wolf, and then removed his two arms. The severe pain made him Twitching on the ground.

The clothes are torn off, and then behind...

There is no abnormality in the place behind, which means that things have not gone down.

"Ding, Mr. Shen has already used the Chongyuan Pill. 111 is a friendly reminder to complete the task as soon as possible. The target is already insane. Next time he gets sick, he will hide as far as he can. If he can't escape, we can only mourn."

Shen Mo's face changed, the Chongyuan Pill is the last guarantee of this mission, it can bring the dead back to life, and heal all wounds, so it still happened?

There was cold sweat oozing from the forehead, this was the most difficult target he had encountered, how could he fight a lunatic?

Only crazier.

Becoming Liu Yan's confidant, this task is unfair to him, the meaning of the word confidant is already vague, and he is worried that the system will cheat him when the time comes.

"How do you complete the task?" Mo Mo asked in his mind, lowering his eyes.

After a few moments, there was a mechanical sound.

"Ding, share the biggest secret, for example, the treasure map that several forces in the court are looking for."

Silently relaxed his back, it would be nice to have a clear direction.

Seeing that the young man seemed to be in a daze, Zhang Yuan waved his hands in front of his eyes and stretched out two fingers, "How much is this?"

Shen Mo raised his eyelids, "Two."

The next moment, Zhang Yuan stretched out two fingers again, and he leaned over to ask, "Then how much is this?"

The corner of Shen Mo's mouth twitched slightly, "Two two."

After repeating the question several times in a row, Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, exaggeratedly wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and grinned, "It's fine."

Next, Shen Mo learned from Zhang Yuan that he had been in a coma for three days and was carried out from the Liyuan, and that the person who found him was a maid who came to clean him.

That night, a major event happened in the mansion, and many people died. No one knew what happened, but saw corpses being thrown out one after another, all in uniform black clothes.

Liu Yan, who locked himself in the room, didn't ask any questions. The next day, he still lived the life of a happy prince who didn't care about the world. He prescribed an ordinary prescription for nourishing blood.

If it wasn't for the Chongyuan Pill, he would have died in the pear garden, in a corner that no one knew about.

Shen Mo closed his eyes, he was not interested in the story of Liu Yan and Lan Xi, nor did he want to think about Zhang Yuan's real purpose in hiding in the palace.

If he guessed correctly, Lan Xi, who had been dead for ten years, would appear soon, and by then, the sky would be in chaos.

The night was dark and the wind was sharp.

The condition of the servants' room was poor, there was only one brazier, and when the charcoal fire went out in the middle of the night, those who couldn't hold it could wake up from the cold.

Silence was woken up, saying that the prince was back.

He quickly got up and put on his clothes and went out. When he reached the door, his footsteps paused slightly, and he paid attention to the window lattice. It seemed that something had floated by just now.

It can't be ruled out that the dizziness caused by getting up too quickly, but the hairy feeling is very real.

In the mansion, there were only night guards walking back and forth, monitoring the surroundings. After seeing the silence, those people relaxed their vigilance. The master's people are not their concern.

Prepare a wooden bucket of hot water, silently rolled up his sleeves, holding a towel in his hand, "My lord."

Lying on the couch, Liu Yan's robes were messy, his chest was open, and his half-drunk eyes looked at the young man standing not far away.

"Come here and undress the king."

Shen Mo put the towel on the edge of the barrel, walked over and leaned over to untie Liu Yan's belt, the smell of wine from his breath stimulated his mind, he pursed his lips, took off the bright red robe, and the sound made Liu Yan He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter with your neck?" Liu Yan grabbed Shen Mo, pulled down his collar, and stroked the shallow mark with his fingers.

Shen Mo raised his eyes, and a trace of weirdness flashed by very quickly, almost an illusion, "Don't you remember, my lord?"

"When did it happen?" Liu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, he was obviously smiling, but with a cold glow, "Is it the big manager?"

But Fuquan just loves money a little bit, so he won't use lynching on his servants.

Not to mention the person he personally wanted.

"The servant had a nightmare, and he pinched himself like this." He retreated calmly, lowered his eyes in silence, his forehead twitched, and silently swallowed the blood.

Liu Yan stared at him inquisitively for a long time, the smile on his lips deepened, and he opened his arms, beckoning him to come over.

Looking at Liu Yan, his eyes were dim, silently suppressing the doubts in his heart, he took off his white underwear, and then took off his obscene pants.

Liu Yan, who was naked, didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He stepped into the wooden barrel calmly and was wrapped in hot water. He closed his eyes comfortably and let the hand wipe his back.

Mo Mo lifted Liu Yan's hair and put it in front, got some pigtails to wash the back of his neck, slowly went down, along the spine, then moved to the front, looked over suddenly, and didn't know when to open his eyes. The man who opened his eyes was also looking at him.

"I caused the injury on your neck?" The questioning tone meant affirmation, and Liu Yan looked cold.

At that moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Shen Mo's back, and his arms throbbed reflexively. He mistakenly thought that the person in front of him would strangle him crazily like a dark room.

"If I say yes, my lord, do you believe me?" Shen Mo heard his own calm voice.

Liu Yan chuckled suddenly, strangely, "That's not my king, he's a lunatic."

At the next moment, Liu Yan seemed to think of something, and suddenly stood up from the barrel. Amid the sound of splashing water, his voice was a little anxious, "Take off your clothes."

Shen Mo moved his lips, and took off all his clothes after a while. Although there were several braziers in the outer room, and the temperature was not too cold, a shudder still appeared on his body.

There were no other injuries on the young man's body. He grabbed his wrist and inspected it intently for a while. Liu Yan's tense nerves relaxed, and then he felt that his current behavior was inexplicable.

This would be more of a suspicion. The second day after the lunatic ran out, all his servants died, and the deaths were all strange.

He also knew that he had a strange disease eight years ago, and he searched all over the world to get the "Heart Sutra". However, there will still be times when he is out of control.

Fortunately, the young man was not injured.

Liu Yan warned that existence coldly in his heart, "Don't touch him, once again, I will make you regret it."

The atmosphere became ambiguous unconsciously, the eyes were silent, and he rubbed his arms, this person knew that he was sick, and also knew that there was a devil hidden in his heart, so there was still hope.

But that's not his business.

Averting his eyes from the young man, Liu Yan sat back in the wooden barrel, poured water on himself, tried to ignore the reaction from somewhere under him, and said in a slightly awkward voice, "Get dressed and go out. You sleep in the outer room."

Mo Mo glanced at Liu Yan several times, the eyes were weird, he put on his clothes silently and went out, the charcoal was burning in the brazier inside the house, it was very warm, lying on the couch, he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Years ago, heavy snow overwhelmed the branches, and the eaves were silvery white.

Sitting cross-legged on the heated Kang, Li Wanshu threw aside the scissors and red paper in his hand, blinked his sore eyes, "It's useless, I'm so sleepy."

Also sleepy, only yawning, Shen Mo finished the last cut, put up the finished window grilles, went down to the kang and opened the door, and all the cold wind came in.

Li Wanshu shuddered, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant. She sniffed, patted her cheek, and continued to pick up the scissors.

This is the custom of every household. The window grilles pasted on New Year's Eve must be prepared by the women in the family.

In the past, every year Li Wanshu would play tricks and ask his personal servant girl for help, but this year Liu Yan asked this person to come over to supervise him. To put it bluntly, it was surveillance.

Her black history told her that those who teach advanced mathematics are strict and harsh, and they don’t get in. God knows how sad she felt when she went to the teacher to give gifts in those two semesters to beg her not to fail the course.

The high math teacher who still made her fail after giving the gift was simply insane!

Li Wanshu looked at the silent eyes with resentment, she ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and asked vaguely, "Useless, can I ask you something?"

"Say." Glancing at the real man in the appearance of a cute girl opposite, Mo Mo suddenly felt that those Internet words really made sense.

"You should have encountered many students looking for you at the end of the semester, hoping to pass smoothly?" Li Wanshu blinked, "Did you show mercy?"

Shen Mo frowned, his eyes immediately became sharp, his tone was serious, and he was a bit mean, "Be merciful? I usually skip classes, and I can't grasp the content that should be mastered. It is normal to fail the subject, and I must fail the subject."

This sentence has another meaning. In front of Shen Mo, if the number of skipped classes reaches his bottom line and his usual grades are poor, even if he can pass the plagiarism with 60 points in the final exam, he will score 59 points.

Everyone has their own principles, which are his principles. He hopes that the students he leads can get rid of those bad habits and learn in a down-to-earth manner.

"Fuck, don't get excited, I'm not your student."

Li Wanshu was in a hurry, at that moment she thought that she was standing in the office with her head down and was being scolded by her grandson.

There was a knock on the door, Shen Mo was about to open the door, Li Wanshu, who had wanted to escape for a long time, jumped down first and ran to the door, the standing steward saluted, "Princess."

"Fuquan, what's the matter?" Li Wanshu cleared his throat and put on a dignified look, "Did you have dinner?"

Fuquan twitched his facial muscles, and replied in a respectful voice, "The prince asked the princess to go to the Liyuan..." His tone paused, "Sweeping snow."

Li Wanshu shuddered and slammed the door, almost bumping Fuquan's nose. She ran up to Shen Mo with an anxious expression on her face.

"What should I do? That lunatic asked me to sweep the snow. It's useless. You must save me this time."

Mo Mo slightly frowned, "Sweeping snow?"

"Damn it, before the Chinese New Year, he would send those young masters from Lanyuan to the Liyuan to clear the snow, and he would call me..." Li Wanshu once again started her incoherent resentment.

After a while, Mo Mo wiped the spittle off his face with his sleeve, rubbed his temples, and followed Li Wanshu to the Liyuan.

He also saw those male favorites who were different but equally outstanding.