Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 161 Please eat chicken
When she heard the jade bell ringing, Mu Xici felt bad.

She knew that Mo Junli, an old man, used to climb on the roof of her house in the middle of the night, but she didn't expect that he would choose to climb on the roof during the daytime!
It's sunny outside, right?The sun hasn't set yet.

Mu Xici was extremely suspicious, and cautiously poked his head out. The dry grass at the base of the wall turned a little yellow and tender green, and the old tree outside the wall also had new branches.

The sun is still hanging peacefully in the sky, it is daytime, yes.

So... in broad daylight, wouldn't this fellow walk through the front door openly? ?

The Duke's Mansion will not turn him away!

Master Mu's teeth were itchy. Fortunately, today the Dongji market opened, and Mingxuan (forced) went to the street with two girls, Lingqin and Ninglu. The servants know that she likes to be quiet, so they won't come easily.

The jade bell on the bedside kept ringing "Ding Ding Dong Dong". The two-foot dagger.

But rationality suppressed her full stomach, and it was still daytime after all. Although the Duke's Mansion is far away from the downtown area, there are still a few families nearby.

If she really climbed up to the roof with the sword in hand, if someone passing by accidentally saw her, she could guarantee that there would be an extra stack of memorials to impeach her father on Emperor Yun Jing's desk in the morning.

No offense, dad was impeached for beating up an old guy, no offense.

Mu Xici took several deep breaths in front of the bronze mirror on the dowry. After she had completely calmed down, she got up and skillfully opened the small window.

The moment she turned it out, she suddenly realized something was wrong—the sun had not set yet, and this was her house and her yard again, so why did she keep the door open, and why did she want to open the window?
hiss~
The little girl clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She blamed that old man Mo Junli. If he hadn't taken the lead and climbed the roof in broad daylight, would she have subconsciously walked out of the window?

That can't, absolutely can't, so it's his fault.

That's it.

Mu Xici nodded his head in a serious manner. While finishing the draft, taking advantage of no one around, he propped himself up to the wall, and then jumped from the wall to the roof.

——It was not dark, so it was impossible to wear any night clothes, and she didn't bother to change into other clothes. She was wearing a long skirt, and it was a bit troublesome to climb the wall.

However, this little trouble is not a big deal, and everything will be fine if it can come up.

Standing still on the roof, Master Mu raised her eyebrows and straightened her sleeves. She wanted to give Mo Junli a slap in the face, but unexpectedly, as soon as she stood still, the young man on the roof took all her eyes away.

He was wearing the moon-white wide-sleeved robe she had seen today, squatting there limply, holding the small wooden stick tied with jade bells with one hand, and holding two hands with the other. A sugar painting with a sweet and burnt aroma.

Mu Xici stared fixedly at the sugar painting in his hand, his black pupils brightened and then darkened, darkened and brightened again.

In her previous life, she only saw children on the street buying and eating this thing, but she had never tasted it herself.

Before she was ten years old, she was raised in Zhuangzi outside Beijing. There was no decent market nearby, and no one sold this kind of candy. bits and pieces.

It was even more impossible after returning to Beijing at the age of 16. At the age of 17, she went to the frontier battlefield with a command flag and compass, and at the age of 28, she was on the mirror stage, not to mention eating sugar paintings. In those 11 years, she was able to go to the streets The number of times is very small.

...I want to eat a little bit.

The little girl blinked, and the unknown anger in her heart dissipated immediately. She held up the hem of her skirt and took a small step forward. This time she smelled a salty oily fragrance.

Following the smell, she moved her gaze down inch by inch, and sure enough, she saw the oil paper bag tied with hemp rope lying beside the young man. It was a fragrant and warm roast chicken.

"You're here." Mo Junli came back to his senses and heard the small sound of tiles being stepped on, and raised his head with a half-crying face.

Mu Xici was slightly dazed the moment she saw him, she wondered if it was her illusion, she felt that a pair of dog ears suddenly grew on the top of the boy's head.

Or... the way he is squatting here now, he looks like a big dog that has lost its bones?
No, no, something is wrong, how can a prince of a country look like a big dog, this is too scary.

The little girl closed her eyes and shook her head. After struggling to get the strange idea out of her mind, she pretended to be serious and pulled down a small face: "Why did you come here during the day?"

"I'll bring you something to eat." Mo Jun pursed his lips, lifted the roast chicken beside her, shook it in front of her eyes, and then raised the sugar painting in his hand, "The roast chicken won't taste good when it's cold, candy Paintings will turn into soup if left for a long time.”

"...Then you won't enter through the main entrance?" The gate of the Duke's Mansion was unlocked again, and the door was not closed to thank guests.

Mo Junli, who was squatting, raised his head and said confidently: "I forgot."

Mu Xici looked at him like that, and was suddenly speechless.

She was defeated by Mo Junli's logic.

"Okay... okay, then next time you remember, you have to go through the main entrance during the day," the little girl stumbled, her logic confused for a moment, "Fortunately, Lingqin and the others are not here today, otherwise, I will see how you end up."

"It's okay, if I'm seen, I'll knock them all out." Mo Junli sniffed, seeing the little girl holding up her skirt and trying to sit down on the eaves, she hurriedly threw a handkerchief and put it on her bed. Sitting on the tiles.

"Knocked out, then what?" Mu Xici raised his eyebrows, took a candy painting he handed over, and took a tentative lick. It was sweet, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, which was burnt sugar. taste.

Mo Junli choked on the gum painting with a blank expression: "Then rub their ears and tell them that what they saw just now was all an illusion."

"It's fake, it's all fake. There are no Seventh Princes on the roof, and it wasn't Mo Junli who knocked them out."

"They are dreaming, Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng's dream, everything they know and feel is an illusion, that's right, that's how it is." Mo Junli said with nose and eyes, and waved his sleeves, showing the momentum of pointing mountains and rivers.

However, he was holding a sugar painting in his hand, and his posture really didn't look like he was pointing the mountains and rivers. Mu Xici managed to be amused by him, and rubbed his stomach and scolded him as "childish".

"If you're childish, be childish. Otherwise, what else can I do? I don't dare to touch the people in your Fulanxuan." The boy said with an ugly grimace, "I'm afraid you'll beat me up."

"I'm not that fierce." Mu Xici stared, firmly refusing to admit that she was as cruel as what Mo Junli said, although she didn't believe what she said, but it didn't matter, it didn't prevent her from being unreasonable Son strong.

"I don't know who attracted the evil spirit, and Heling's meridian was rushed away without saying a word." Mo Junli turned his head away and muttered, looking back and seeing the little girl's hand that was about to move, he immediately became cowardly again .

He held the half-eaten sugar painting in his mouth, quickly tore off the hemp rope from the oil paper bag, and held the fragrant roast chicken in front of the little girl, with his eyes bent and a playful smile on his face:

"Eat chicken, Master Guoshi, I invite you to eat chicken!"

　childish ghost
　　Both are (indifferent)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)