Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 137

As soon as the first ten days of February passed, the weather gradually became warmer. Mu Xici looked up at the warm sunlight outside the window, and thought that in a short while, he would be able to ask his second brother for the money she asked him to find when she just returned home. That's nineteen trees.

She is tired of the days of using rockery and stone benches to replace the nineteen trees as eyes. Lingqin and Zhan Ninglu are lively and active. When they are free and playing in the yard, they often Will accidentally bump into the formation she set up.

In particular, she had to straighten those holes set up on some kind of water urn and flower hoe every now and then.

Arranging the array is different from the usual flower arrangements, a slight difference is enough to make a huge difference, even if the two girls just twisted the array half an inch, it will affect the effect of the array.

Mu Xici raised her hand and rubbed the sore brows. She had rearranged them once this morning. She couldn't remember how many times she had messed with those things after returning to the Duke's mansion. Anyway, in the past three months , she was already paralyzed just by lining up.

Fortunately, spring is here, and her "hardship" days are coming to an end.

Speaking of which... the big phoenix tree in Chaohuaju seems to be dying, and I don't know if that woman, Mu Shiyan, is heartbroken.

Master Mu stuck his chin in a daze, and the next moment, the sound of a bird's wings breaking through the air called her attention back.

She rested her chin and stared at the fat pigeon squatting on the window sill for a long time. After all, Xue Tuan was the first to lose, blinking a pair of black bean eyes, and jumped on it with a "cuckoo" cry. Desk, raised her short legs at her.

"That old guy has a lot going on recently. How many times have you flown over the past two days?" Mu Xici murmured softly while touching the pigeon's head. Get something lighter.

Last time, a small jade bell was delivered; last time, it was two new-style snacks, wrapped in oiled paper bags, tied to the pigeon, and let it come over.

The most outrageous thing is the two-page story book handed over by my son before. The small print is not big, and the writing is quite interesting. She read it right on top of it. I know what the name of the book is.

——I wanted to ask Zhan Mingxuan to get her a copy, but I couldn't find it!
Thinking of those two pages of unlucky storybooks, Mu Xici couldn't help grinding her teeth viciously. Xue Tuan was startled by the movement of her teeth grinding. It remembered that the girl had a "full pigeon feast" a few days ago. Are you hungry again?

Could it be that its fat and fleshy body will eventually die here——

The pigeon that consciously grasped the truth was wilted, its little head drooped listlessly, and it still liked the little girl in front of it more than the master who commanded it to send it off all day long.

At least she won't let it send anything other than letters, which carrier pigeons are not supposed to send.

It has been fattened for a lifetime, and it can be used for a while. If you can use this little fat to make the little girl happy, it will be considered dead...

"...What are you thinking about?" Mu Xici's mouth twitched slightly. She had just caught a glimpse of the expression of the pigeon's "loveless" expression from the corner of her eye. What an outrageous drama was going on in my mind.

She had discovered before that the pigeon raised by that old man Mo Junli had the same clear thinking as him, and there were so many inner dramas, she would pretend to be dead and act out two scenes at every turn, but she didn't know that it thought of it again today. what.

"Huh?" Xuetuan tilted her head, stared at Mu Xici for a while, and saw that she didn't seem to have the momentum to "sharpen the knife and rush at the pigeon", so she regained her energy, and when the letter box was picked up, she immediately pounced To the little girl.

It was so scared to death, it thought it was about to be stewed again.

A trace of lingering fear flashed in Xuetuan's little black eyes, and then he rubbed the little girl's palm more vigorously.

"Tsk, I'm really thinking of some weird things again, it looks like I'm going to eat you." Mu Xici smacked his lips and was about to open the note, but there was a sudden knock on the study door.

"Miss, are you there?" The young man's calm voice came from outside the door, and Mu Xici twitched her brows slightly when she heard this: "Yes, you come in."

"Mingxuan, did something happen in the mansion?" Mu Xici raised his eyebrows.

"Miss, it's not about the mansion." The young man who entered the study shook his head slightly, "It's Mengsheng Building."

"In the building, what's the matter in the building?" Mu Xici remained calm, sometimes she also had a headache for Zhan Mingxuan's reticent temperament, and when she came up, she had to report a matter for a long time.

"Shopkeeper Shen said that when closing time was approaching yesterday, Minister He from the Ministry of Rites came." Zhan Mingxuan paused for a moment and carefully organized his words, "I said that I was so depressed that I wanted to ask to see you."

"Shopkeeper Shen saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and thought of the upcoming exam, so he asked Mingxuan to come back and ask you, do you want to meet and when?"

"He Minister of the Ministry of Rites." Mu Xici pondered, "He Kangsheng?"

Zhan Mingxuan nodded: "It's him."

"He actually begged to come to Mengsheng Building." Mu Xi resigned softly. She had an impression of He Kangsheng. In his previous life, in the 23rd year of Changle's major fraud case, he was demoted by the right servant of Emperor Yunjing's third-rank etiquette department to be a fifth-rank member. Wai Lang, after spending several years, Fang climbed back from the position of Yuan Wai Lang to the Minister of Rites.

There are some means.

If I remember correctly, he was under Chao Ling back then, and he forced him to do a lot of things. He held a lot of evidence of fraud in his hand, Chao Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites. Thanks to the criminal evidence kept in his house.

Moreover, judging from the case file, He Kangsheng's confession was very straightforward. Emperor Yun Jing thought that he had a positive attitude, contributed a lot of key evidence, and was somewhat forced to act, so he never sentenced him to death.

In other words, this person is still saved, not rotten.

Combined with this time... Thinking about it, most of what made him depressed was that Chao Shangshu cheated in the scientific examination with the Anping Houfu.

In this way, this Minister of Rites He Shilang is worth seeing.

"Mingxuan, go and reply to shopkeeper Shen. I've met this person. Make arrangements as soon as possible, the sooner the better." After thinking for a while, Mu Xici raised his hand and nodded the pigeon's head, and replied casually.

She had a hunch that He Kangsheng could bring her many surprises——

"Alright miss, Mingxuan will go and answer Shopkeeper Shen right now." The young man nodded, and before leaving, he raised his eyes to look at the fat white pigeon that was parked on the table, and praised "so fat" in his heart.

After he knew that Xue Tuan was a carrier pigeon raised by the Seventh Prince's Mansion, he was no longer surprised by it. Out of the ten times he entered the young lady's study room, he had to meet it six or seven times. It's not bad.

And it's not a problem to be greedy now, since the snow balls appeared in Fulan Pavilion from time to time, the frequency of all kinds of stewed pigeons, roasted pigeons and roasted pigeons in the restaurant has risen in a straight line, as if riding the wind.

It's just that the pigeons we eat on weekdays are not as fat as the snow balls, and we don't know how His Highness the Seventh Prince feeds them.

swoosh~
Zhan Mingxuan subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his lips, calmed down his thoughts, and hurriedly ran to Mengsheng Building to reply to Shen Qi.

　So why is Xuetuan so fat and so playful?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)