After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

When Lin Mao woke up again, it was already noon on the second day, and the people in Wangyou Valley had already gone far away, and he was also moved to another room.Different from the fragrant and charming room full of brocade veils, the place he stayed in now is much cleaner, the floor is covered with a whole piece of flat bluestone bricks, the window rails are made of high-quality bamboo and wood, and his bed is covered with moon white. The curtain is made of fine linen, and in front of the step is a half-old light green screen, on which a clump of green bamboo is embroidered, and a cicada on the bamboo leaf is so alive that it seems to be able to scream.Lin Mao didn't make a sound after opening his eyes. He leaned on the pillow and looked around the room quietly, then sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Although the surrounding furnishings exuded a lofty literati air, Lin Mao did not miss the clump of fresh apricot flowers on the table, and the dark patterns of butterflies fluttering on peonies on the curtain.

He's afraid he's still in this damn brothel in Spring Breeze...

"you're awake."

At this moment, Qiao Muyun pushed the door open and came in, just in time to meet Lin Maoyan's eyes, a very handsome face instantly showed a very bright smile, looking a little silly.

He finally didn't wear that blind human skin mask today, but Lin Mao still felt bad looking at him.Today he is wearing an extremely gorgeous black gold-woven gown, with a gold-plated headdress on the belt and emerald emerald gems the size of a thumb. He doesn't look like a quack at all, but he looks like a rich man who took advantage of him somewhere.

Lin Mao really didn't like this appearance, and when he thought about what this person had done before, he felt that Mr. Qiao's appearance was very obtrusive, and that person deliberately sat on the edge of his bed to make that disgusting The faces are very close.

"Mu, Mr. Mu, I was the one who was too abrupt..."

He said to Lin Mao.

Lin Mao was stunned for a long time, staring at Qiao Muyun's blushing face for some reason, he couldn't figure out who the "Mr. Mu" was referring to.

Then Qiao Muyun met his eyes, a little sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, and rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers in embarrassment: "Well, I had someone change your clothes before, and that's why I knew the name of the young master... ..."

Lin Mao blinked, and it took him a while to remember that there was indeed a word "wood" on the suit he was wearing before he died.

Just thinking of the origin of the word "wood", Lin Mao's forehead twitched.

Before his death, he was very ill and didn't like to see people. Chang Xiaoqing took care of three meals a day, food, clothing, housing and transportation while he was dizzy.When he came back to his senses, the No. 1 martial artist in the Jianghu became obsessed with making clothes for some reason—Lin Mao made every stitch from the inner garment to the outer robe by Chang Xiaoqing.

Lin Mao really felt that this was inappropriate, but seeing the child's serious study, he inevitably lost a little bit of confidence to talk to him about it, so he found an opportunity and joked with him, "This Since ancient times, the work should be handled by your own daughter-in-law, but Xiaoqing, you have worked hard."

Coincidentally, Jin Lingzi happened to be serving the medicine that day, and the crazy second apprentice not only failed to help Lin Mao dispel Chang Xiaoqing's enthusiasm, but actively encouraged him to learn more embroidery patterns——

"Why do you always let Master wear such plain clothes? If it's a daughter-in-law of some family, you have to make some delicate patterns on the sleeves and skirts."

Lin Mao felt his eyelids twitch when he heard it at the time. When he saw Xiaoqing the next day, he saw the tall and strong man sitting in front of the window with a dignified face, holding an embroidery needle as thin as a cow's hair, carefully Facing the pattern, embroider on Lin Mao's inner clothes.

At that time, Lin Mao couldn't hold back, called Xiaoqing to the window and scolded him, hating him for not getting ahead in the world, and doing these womanly things in front of his bed every day, talking for no reason His heart was seven points sad and three points helpless—he also knew that it was Chang Xiaoqing who was naturally filial and guarded his useless master so carefully.Later, in a daze, Chang Xiaoqing's great embroidery career stopped at this hoarse and low-pitched scolding.What he embroidered on Lin Maoli's clothes was originally supposed to be the character "Lin", but because he embroidered slowly, he only embroidered half a character in the end, and a "wood" character was embroidered crookedly on the cuff.

Lin Mao scolded him so much that day, but after all he understood his intentions, he often wore this underwear every day, until he was so ill that there was no cure for it, and died in Chang Xiaoqing's chest, until he was cold and hard Wrapped in this layer of clothing buried.

Thinking that what Qiao Muyun saw was the word "wood", he misunderstood it.

Lin Mao recovered from his memory and was about to explain, but Qiao Muyun spoke before him.

"Now your throat is injured a little bit, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to speak. I'll ask someone to bring some pens and ink. If you want to say something, write it down?"

He said cautiously, with some embarrassment in his eyes.

It's true, ever since meeting this Mr. Mu, Qiao Muyun felt more and more like he was possessed by a demon.Every frown and smile of that person was engraved in his mind, and he couldn't help but taste it carefully from the bottom of his heart.The scene where the beautiful boy reached out and swipe his fingers lightly on his body was naturally the same. It's just that Qiao Muyun recalled that day's scene many times day and night, and gradually realized something was wrong.And then, finally, belatedly, I realized that Mr. Mu probably wanted to use his finger as a substitute to communicate with him, but his mind was full of such nasty things at the time, so he naturally thought wrongly—— It's no wonder that when Mr. Mu looked at him again later, his gaze always seemed to have a small hook, which was a little bit stinging.

However, Mr. Mu stared at him with a bit of annoyance like that, and he still felt sweet in his heart.Qiao Muyun felt that she deserved to be damned for having such nasty thoughts back then, and at the same time was numb all over from Mr. Mu's stare, so she didn't dare to raise her head, and clapped her hands for someone to lift the bamboo table onto the bed.

Neatly placed on the small table is a stack of sky-blue sprinkled gold paper, suet jade pen rests, Huzhou Jianjia Langhao pens, and ancient ink made in the Ming Dynasty.

Lin Mao frowned secretly, knowing that this set of stationery alone might cost more than three taels of gold.He had seen Qiao Muyun by the hot spring before, and thought that although this child was born rich, his clothes and accessories could be seen to be simple and hardworking--but he didn't expect that Qiao Muyun was from the Jinlouqiao family, and he acted naturally. As coquettish and extravagant as he remembered.

He sighed softly, reached out and picked up the pen to write down his real identity, but he didn't expect that what was originally a very simple thing is now so difficult—his elbows are weak, and his fingers are even more sore , just picked up this pen, the whole hand trembled.

"Snapped--"

Before he had time to react, the pen fell straight out of Lin Mao's hand and fell, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, leaving a cloud of black ink.

(How is this going?)

After a while, Lin Mao put the pen back with a pale face. He supported his right wrist with his left hand, half surprised and half panicked.He had known for a long time that his physical condition was very bad after dying once, but he did not expect that his tendons were blocked and his internal energy was so empty that he couldn't even hold a pen with both hands, so his martial arts...