King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 8 Jun Wumo, are you a human being?
The next day, before dawn, Lin Jiumian was pulled up.

"Starting today, you are going to work in the prince's study." The one who came to her was Liu Xuan, the right-hand assistant of the manager.

Lin Jiumian glanced at him sideways: "Just go, why are you going so early, it's not even dawn yet!"

She will be dizzy and really don't want to go.

Liu Xuan snorted coldly: "Serving in the prince's study, you need to clean the study before dawn and light the incense."

Lin Jiumian sighed softly: "Can it be a few days later, my shoulder injury is still not healed!"

Liu Xuan looked disgusted: "You want to serve the prince, but you actually use your injury as an excuse to shirk it. If the prince finds out, you will be indispensable."

Lin Jiumian was helpless: "Okay, I can't go!"

Under Liu Xuan's yelling, Lin Jiumian had no choice but to get up and go to the study as an errand!
The study is tidied up every day, what kind of dust can there be!
Lin Jiumian cleaned up decently, and then lit the incense.

Seeing that it was still early in the morning, Lin Jiumian simply lay down on the concubine's couch in the study to rest.

But after resting, he couldn't help but fell asleep.

He didn't even hear Jun Wumo come in.

Jun Wumo didn't come in alone, there was a black-clothed guard behind him.

Entering the door, Jun Wumo saw Lin Jiumian sleeping on the imperial concubine's couch.

He raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly:
"Boss!"

The manager hastily bent over and ran in:

"My lord, what are your orders!"

The prince glanced at him, and asked coldly: "How should I be punished for being lazy and sleeping when I am on duty in the study?"

The manager was stunned, turned his head and saw Lin Jiumian who was already asleep, his face turned pale with fright, and hurried over to wake Lin Jiumian up.

Lin Jiumian was eating barbecue in a dream, and his mouth was full of oil, which was very sweet, when he saw a big hand pat it down from the air.

"Ah!" Lin Jiumian exclaimed in shock and woke up suddenly.

Before he opened his eyes and understood what was going on, his ears were pulled up:
"Lin Jiumian, sleep on duty, how many heads do you have, do you want to die!"

The manager gritted his teeth angrily, wishing he could pull Lin Jiumian's ears off.

Lin Jiumian grinned in pain, shouting for pain while defending:
"I'm still sick now. I was shot in order to protect the lord. It's fine if you don't give me food and drink, even a few days of rest. Is this how you treat the lord's benefactor!"

The manager was grinding his teeth angrily, and was about to teach Lin Jiumian a lesson when Jun Wumo suddenly spoke.

"Okay, let her come over and grind the ink!"

The manager hurriedly agreed, and gave Lin Jiumian a hard push:
"Have you heard what the prince said? Hurry up!"

Lin Jiumian pouted, and hurriedly agreed:

"I heard it, I heard it, anyway, once I meet him, I'm ready to do something."

"What did you say?" The manager stared.

Lin Jiumian stopped answering, and ran to the desk in a hurry, and began to grind ink.

However, Lin Jiumian was in a dilemma next.

Because she had heard of such things as grinding ink, but she had never done it herself.

The original owner of the body was a princess, and if she wanted to write, someone would grind ink for her.

Where would she pay attention to how the ink was ground out.

As for herself, she used pencils, ballpoint pens, and ink pens in her previous life. Even if she wrote calligraphy, she still used ink.

Who cares about ink sticks and inkstones?

Now, she stood in front of the table in a daze, not knowing what to do with a dazed expression.

Jun Wumo had already prepared the pen and paper, and was waiting for her to grind the ink, but saw her standing there motionless.

"Boom!" Jun Wumo impatiently knocked on the table in front of him.

"What are you thinking? Grinding ink!"

(End of this chapter)