I'm the villain's own mother

It was noon when Mu Wanwan and her group arrived at Guli City.

Perhaps because they were alone along the way, they were not intercepted by the locals.

As before, they quickly found a place to stay.

"Ah? Why is it still Wangshu Inn?" Su Hu couldn't help but ask.

Jikong smiled: "Donor Su doesn't know that the Han people's inns will not be open here for long. Only the Hewangshu Inn is still standing today, and it has great prestige in the hearts of the people here."

Mu Wanwan said nothing, stretched out her feet and stepped in.

Looking at the layout that was almost exactly the same as the previous inn, Mu Wanwan raised her feet and walked towards the counter.

"Shopkeeper, bring me some good rooms." After a pause, Mu Wanwan said again: "I have a question for the shopkeeper, are there any fun things we can do here these days?"

The shopkeeper flipped the abacus beads: "Is six rooms enough?"

Mu Wanwan had no time to care about this at the moment, so she opened her mouth and said: "That's enough."

The shopkeeper shook the abacus and said, "Put a zero on it, six hundred taels."

Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate and slapped the banknote directly on the table: "This is one thousand taels!"

The shopkeeper then raised his eyes to look at her and placed the banknote in his arms: "Speaking of which, the most interesting thing these days is the flower shop on the corner of the street. It is famous not for its girls but for its storytellers."

At this point, he looked at Mu Wanwan's outfit. "However, you will definitely not be able to get in dressed like this."

Mu Wanwan smiled and took out another five hundred taels of silver notes.

"You just need to bring water for me to bathe in. I won't worry about the rest."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay! VIP, please walk slowly and the hot water will be brought to you right away."

It was noon when Mu Wanwan finished packing and went out again.

It's just that the clothes here are very protective from the sun. The lower half of the face is covered by gauze, and the upper half of the face is covered by bead curtains. But the clothes are a little thin, and one arm is exposed.

Following the path pointed by the shopkeeper, Mu Wanwan quickly stood in front of the flower building.

But before I even stepped in, I was attracted by the crows behind me.

Behind you is a calligraphy and painting shop. Opposite the bustling flower building, it looks even more deserted.

Mu Wanwan slowly turned around and entered the calligraphy and painting shop.

What you see when you enter the door is a landscape painting, signed by Baichuan Jushi.

She stretched out her hand and stroked it slowly, and then she felt herself staggering.

Someone slowly hugged her waist: "Brother Xuerong, you have to be careful."

She looked up and saw a familiar face in front of her.

Six Yamas.

"Brother Baichuan, brother Xuerong is a man, you don't have to use the same tactics to deal with a rich lady."

Rong Baichuan slowly let go of her waist, then lowered his head and smiled: "You are hurting more than just my reputation by saying this."

Everyone was shaking with laughter.

The boat sailed across the vast river and now arrived at the winding creek. The shrubs on both sides were not very tall, but they reached the water surface at midnight.

The boat was getting slower and slower, and Mu Wanwan looked at the scenery on the other side.

The peaks on both sides of the bank towered into the clouds, covering a small part of the round moon. The small waterfalls in the mountains now faced the moonlight and turned into stars flowing into the world.

There is a house on the mountainside, and the lamp is lit at the moment, like the glimmer of fireflies, swaying in the wind in the dark night.

"I originally came to see Brother Chengfeng today, but now that I'm at the foot of the mountain, I don't want to go." One of them smiled and said this.

"To tell you the truth, so am I." Rong Baichuan answered. "Why don't we just go back? I'll have fun along the way anyway."

Everyone hit it off immediately and decided to return the same way.

Mu Wanwan followed and looked at the scenery along the way. The cold wind on the river made Mu Wanwan feel particularly awake. She turned around and headed towards the stern of the boat.

There Rong Baichuan was lying down counting the stars.

"I lie down and look at the clouds all over the sky. I don't know whether the clouds are in the east or east of me. Brother Xuerong, you don't see such a scenery very often. Come, come, let's take a look."

Rong Baichuan reached out and tugged at the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes.

Mu Wanwan lay down and looked at the sky. As Rong Baichuan said, it was indeed beautiful.

“It’s really a good view.”

"Brother Xuerong, after today, we should never see each other again. I wish you all the best in Lanyingzhou."

Listening to Rong Baichuan's words, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Baichuan, are these words too sad? If you want to see him, I can see you after I come back from Lanyingzhou."

Rong Baichuan smiled: "Just think I'm drunk."

After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.

When Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, it was already early morning.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you faint on the street yesterday?" Before she could figure out the situation, Mu Wanwan's hand was grabbed by Song Zhujun.

Mu Wanwan shook her head: "I entered Rong Baichuan's painting."

Song Zhujun asked in confusion: "Rong Baichuan?"

Mu Wanwan shook her head: "Then if I fainted, didn't you go to Chenghua Tower?"

Song Zhujun didn't know what he thought of, and his face darkened: "We girls are not allowed to enter that kind of place."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and took a sip of water, but said nothing.

At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open.

Mu Wanwan looked at the person who came and smiled: "I'm back now. If I don't come back, some people may die of nausea."

Jiang Yingsi didn't know why: "What?"

Mu Wanwan shook her head: "Did you hear anything interesting?"

Xiao Fengyu walked in slowly: "It's exactly the same as the painting books outside, nothing new."

This aroused Mu Wanwan's interest: "Tell me and listen."

At this time, Su Hu came out: "For me, I listened the most carefully."

Huaiyu took a look at the traces of makeup and powder everywhere on Su Hu's body, and his expression changed slightly.

"It is said that a few years ago there was a poor scholar on the street who made a living by selling paintings. Until he met a wealthy daughter. The daughter admired his paintings very much, but the scholar slandered the daughter again and again.

His character. Then one day, Qianjin heard these rumors

Yan felt insulted and hanged himself angrily. Fortunately, he was rescued. The scholar was also kicked out of his home by his daughter and later disappeared. It is said that he was pushed into the water and drowned.

But no one saw it."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a long time. Rong Baichuan looked oily and pink-faced from the first time they met. If he was drowned, it would be reasonable to apply powder on his face to cover up his bluish white complexion.

"However, that person was indeed a bit exaggerated. What was he talking about? He said that he was a trafficker and that the people in the cellar were all girls in their early teens. That was all. He also said

The daughter wants to use these girls to open a flower house, but even the daughter can only be spent in the past.

The girl in the building also said that the daughter of the family fell in love with him because he was very beautiful and wanted to make him the number one. But she was kicked out in the end because the daughter was pregnant with his child and he refused to admit it.

Instead, they spread the word everywhere that the child’s biological father is unknown. If you ask me, he deserves to die.”

Mu Wanwan didn't say anything. Would that person who swims freely under the moon, that person with clear eyes, really be like this?