The general's wife is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 112

Today is the fifteenth day of May in the eighth year of Yuanjing. At this time in Mu Qingyu's previous life, he had already been locked up in a dark room because of his ruined reputation.

At that time, she was sitting leaning against the window, listening to the little girl chatting outside the window to relieve her boredom.

Those people all knew that the person locked in the room was a person who would never turn over, so they had no scruples about saying anything.

On May [-]th of the eighth year of Yuanjing, Mrs. Mu was going to take Dingguo Gong's mansion up and down to burn incense in the temple.

Halfway through the journey, it was on the busy street that Mu Jiayan's carriage went mad, and the driver accidentally turned the carriage over in order not to crash into the crowd.

Mu Jiayan was thrown out, broke his legs, and could only rely on a wheelchair to travel from now on.

Mu Qingyu could only imagine how tragic the scene was from the conversations of the servants.

Mu Jiayan treated her so well, she couldn't let the tragedy of her previous life happen again.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Zhu's voice pulled Mu Qingyu out of his memories, Mu Qingyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled perfunctorily: "I'm fine."

After speaking, she continued to think.

Mrs. Mu loves Mu Jiayan very much. This time she is going to ask for safety, so she will definitely bring Mu Jiayan with her.

Mu Jiayan is filial, as long as Mrs. Mu asks, he will not refuse.

How could they change their minds?

"Miss, you just trimmed your nails, don't bite them!"

It was only then that Mu Qingyu realized that she was biting her nails unknowingly.She spread her hands, looked at the white and tender fingers, and suddenly had a plan.

She has seen Mu Qingling's handwriting, and now she can imitate eight or nine points, which is enough to fool people.

As long as she wrote a letter to Mu Jiayan in Mu Qingling's tone, asking Mu Jiayan to go to Zhang's house to play, Mu Jiayan would definitely not be able to refuse.

As long as Mu Jiayan stays at Zhang's house for a few days, this disaster can be avoided.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was feasible, Mu Qingyu immediately called Mo Zhu to grind it, and she wrote a letter according to Mu Qingling's cold temper.

As soon as the ink on the letter paper dried, she immediately delivered it to Mu Jiayan herself.

As soon as he entered Mu Jiayan's room, the smell of medicine came to his nostrils.Just smelling the smell, bitterness appeared on the tip of the tongue.

Mu Qingyu wrinkled his nose involuntarily.

The servants had already gone in to announce that Mu Jiayan had already walked to the door, and asked with a smile, "Why didn't you come in when you got to the door?"

"My brother's room is elegantly furnished, I was stunned for a moment." Mu Qingyu laughed.

I saw that on the Duobao grid in the room, there were all books, and the spines of the books were clean and tidy, obviously they were often taken care of.

The smell of books and medicine blend together harmoniously, and when you walk into the room, the strong smell of medicine is diluted by the smell of books.

Mu Jiayan and Mu Qingyu sat down, Mu Qingyu took out the letter, handed it to Mu Jiayan, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "Big Brother, just now I met a servant who was going to deliver a letter on the road, so I will give it to you by the way." You brought it here."

"Thank you." Mu Jiayan took the letter, and with a graceful movement of his bony fingers, the letter unfolded in his hand.

After reading it at a glance, Mu Jiayan's expression didn't change a bit.

"Big Brother, what was written in the letter?" Mu Qingyu asked pretendingly curious.

Mu Jiayan pushed the letter paper in front of Mu Qingyu.

Mu Qingyu took a few glances, then asked: "It turns out that Big Sister invited you to Zhang's house, so are you going?"

Mu Jiayan frowned when he heard the words, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"I won't go. Grandmother will take us out to offer incense in a few days. I will accompany grandma." Mu Jiayan replied.

Mu Qingyu's smile faltered, and her heart even missed a beat.

She turned her face slightly to conceal her unnaturalness, and persuaded: "Brother hasn't seen big sister for a long time, why don't you come and stay for a few days? There will be more opportunities in the future for offering incense."

Mu Jiayan was unmoved, "If she wants to see me, she will come over."

After finishing speaking, he seemed unwilling to mention this matter again, leaving Mu Qingyu at a loss with the letter paper.

"This..." Mu Qingyu pinched the letter paper, and wanted to persuade him a few more words.

Mu Jiayan took the letter paper with cold eyes, his cold expression was very similar to that of Mu Qingling.

But Mu Qingling's coldness is full of arrogance, and Mu Jiayan's coldness is full of aloofness, so it's hard to be annoying.

For a moment, Mu Jiayan laughed again, "I've only worn the sachet you gave me for a day, and I feel a lot lighter."

As he spoke, he flicked the sachet on his waist.

Mu Qingyu smiled warmly: "As long as big brother likes it."

After sitting for a while, Mu Qingyu went out, and she had to go back and find another way.

Going outside, seeing no one around, Mo Zhu whispered: "Miss, did the Eldest Young Master recognize that the letter was not written by the Eldest Miss?"

"No." Mu Qingyu concluded, she was still very confident in her ability to imitate other people's handwriting.

After a while, the two returned to the second room.

Mu Qingyu was about to sit down when he caught sight of the embroidered basket placed on the table out of the corner of his eye.

Mo Zhu looked over and said, "Miss, do you still want to embroider the sachet? If you don't embroider it, the maidservant will put it away."

"Embroidery, of course you have to embroider. You open the warehouse and bring some materials." Mu Qingyu thought of something, and took the embroidery basket to her side.

"Miss, pay attention to your body and your eyes." Mo Zhu saw Mu Qingyu's posture, and he was about to start making sachets, and several horses were required at a time, which was not a small project.

"It's okay, go get it quickly." Mu Qingyu urged.

Mo Zhu had no choice but to go and get it.

For the next few days, Mu Qingyu locked herself in the house, hardly going out, and embroidered sachets whenever she had time.

Mo Zhu's persuasion was useless many times, so he had to fight on the sidelines.

Finally, on May [-]th, Mu Qingyu embroidered eight sachets, each of which was extremely delicate, and none of the stitches was done lazily.

Mu Qingyu covered her mouth and hiccupped, and ordered: "Mo Zhu, go and give these to big brother, and by the way, tell me about the fact that I fell ill because of embroidering these sachets."

Mo Zhu let out an ah, and looked at Mu Qingyu puzzled.

Because of these sachets, Mu Qingyu was a little haggard, her eyes were slightly black and blue, but her eyes were clear and bright, full of energy, and there was no sign of illness at all.

Mu Qingyu urged: "Quick, just do as I say."

"Yes." Mo Zhu had no choice but to go out with the sachet.

After going out, Mu Qingyu took off the jewelry on the bun, placed a few big and soft pillows on the couch, and lay down on the bed.

It's dinner time now, and after waiting for a while, no one came over, Mu Qingyu reached out and took a snack to cushion his stomach.

When the snacks were almost finished, there seemed to be the sound of opening the door of the yard, and the sound of Mozhu.

Mu Qingyu quickly stuffed the snack into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it down.

Then he lowered his eyes halfway, pretended to be listless, and coughed twice from time to time, and the last cough happened to be heard by Mu Jiayan who just came in.

Mu Jiayan quickened his pace and walked in, and asked worriedly, "Why are you so sick? Have you asked the doctor to see it?"

(End of this chapter)