Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 176 This idea is very strange
Mu Xici stared blankly at the bronze mirror for a long time, and she saw that not only were there tears in her eyes, but there was also a kindness like an old mother floating on her face for no reason.

... So, in this short period of time, what was going on in this brat's head?
Moreover, why is her mind soaring like this, and the action of combing her hair is still as steady as Mount Tai without trembling?

Is this reasonable?

She didn't think it was reasonable.

Master Mu's eyelids twitched slightly, she couldn't imagine what kind of image Mo Junli would look in Lingqin's mind, was he a lonely prince who was abandoned by others, or a poor child who was bullied by vicious aunts and brothers?
In short, she didn't dare and didn't want to go in detail, she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she found out——

Fortunately, anyway, this matter is over.

The little girl quietly stretched out her hand to caress her chest, Lingqin's very loving eyes once made her throat clogged with old blood that couldn't get up or down, and she would let it go halfway.

"Huh? Miss, are you alright, why is your face so pale all of a sudden?" Lingqin exclaimed in a low voice.

She had just put down the jade comb, and as soon as she stood upright, she caught a glimpse of her young lady's ferocious expression as if she was out of breath and had a heart attack, and she couldn't help being taken aback.

"It's okay, cough, I just accidentally choked on my saliva." Mu Xici clenched his fists and pretended to cough, prevaricating casually.

She didn't want Lingqin to know that she was frightened by the thoughts that might exist in her mind, otherwise the little girl would inevitably catch her and talk about it.

"Really?" Lingqin frowned suspiciously, she only felt that there was something wrong with what her young lady said, but she couldn't quite figure out what went wrong.

In the midst of the struggle, someone knocked on the door of the wing room, and she immediately stood upright and restrained her thoughts.

"Miss San, have you changed your clothes yet?" Yan Chuan outside the door bowed slightly, and his voice was not too loud to make sure that the people in the room could hear clearly, "My master has prepared tea and snacks in the main hall of the front yard , a special mission came to invite you."

Very good and timely.

Mu Xici breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and at the same time she got up, she signaled Lingqin to open the door.

Yan Chuan saw that the little girl had already tidied up, and there was no trace of anger in his eyes, and he silently pressed the heart that was hanging in the air for his master back into his stomach.

He still remembered Miss Mu San's appearance when she just came out of the master's room, her whole body was covered in ink spots, and her upper body was as black as if she had just come out of a coal mine.

At that time, he was really worried that Miss Mu San would be upset, and he flipped his master's skull with his backhand.

Yan, Lao Mazi's secret guard, and Chuan Ru slandered him.

Although he has not seen Miss San's ability with his own eyes, he has already heard about her various glorious deeds.

For example, He Ling, that iron rooster is the bread and butter of hundreds of people in Guanfeng Pavilion, a ruthless person who dares to kill even his master.

Usually he is the only one who strips other people alive, and I haven't seen anyone who can get half a chicken feather from him. Didn't he also suffer a big loss at the hands of the third lady a few days ago, and was robbed of 1000 taels?

That's 1000 taels, to the iron rooster it's like peeling and cramping, and after the body is divided, he has to spit twice on his face.

If this was the case in the past, he would have clamored to rush forward to fight with others, or tried to get back the money doubled with interest, but this time, didn't he calm down and obediently admit it?
Based on this alone, Yan Chuan dared to conclude that Miss San's true ability was by no means inferior to that of her master, she was a rare ruthless character in the world.

Maybe, he is even better than his master in his field of expertise.

Yan Chuan, who thought farther and farther away, raised his hand and patted his head, half-closed his eyebrows and eyes, and waited patiently for Lingqin to put away the dowry on the table, and took out the milk cake that my lady made "with painstaking efforts" last night. Just rushed to the front yard.

In the main hall of the front yard, the young man's expression had returned to normal. Mu Xici saw that he was the same as usual except that his eyes were still a little red, so he regained his composure and raised his hand to salute.

"A Ci, there is no need to be too polite. Sit down." Mo Junli shook his head, flicked his sleeves and retreated the guards in the room, and poured out two cups of freshly brewed tea.

Seeing this, Lingqin put the food box into the hands of her young lady, turned around and followed Yan Chuan and others out of the main hall.

Before leaving, she did not forget to raise her eyes kindly to the noble young man at the small table, and by the way made an encouraging gesture to her young lady.

Mo Junli shuddered subconsciously. As a martial arts practitioner, he was already very sensitive to other people's eyes. He had already noticed her eyes fell on him, but he didn't expect that in her eyes— —

It's full of... the brilliance of motherhood?
The young man twitched the corners of his lips, carefully poked his head in the direction of Mu Da Guoshi, and quietly lowered his voice: "Master Guoshi, is your maid alright?"

Mu Xici raised her eyebrows: "How?"

"The look she gave me before she left..." Mo Junli couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle when recalling that look, "I always feel something is wrong."

"Oh, you said that." Mu Xici sighed sadly, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, "You may not know much about Lingqin."

"That girl, you are used to thinking very strangely. The image of you in her mind now is mostly that kind of poor little girl who lacks the care of others."

"That is to say, that look is indeed..." Mother, mother's love?
The young man who lived nearly 50 years in his two lifetimes combined struggled to open his mouth. In the past, he was the only one who treated others as a bastard. Unexpectedly, it was his turn to be treated like a bastard today.

"That's right, it's exactly what you think." Mu Xici nodded sadly, "The care from the 'old mother'."

The point is not only the old mother, but also the loving mother.

Master Mu was suffocated for a moment, the man was a teenager until his death, and she often regarded Mo Junli as a young child, but even if she really regarded this old man as a teenager, she still couldn't show such kind eyes.

At most, she regarded him as a big boy, the kind who needed to be beaten from time to time and had to be dealt with.

"Cough, come to think of it, I think Lingqin handed you a food box before she left, what's in it?" Mo Junli clenched his fists, decisively choosing to avoid this topic.

As long as he doesn't mention this kind of thing, it can be regarded as not existing, that's right, that's it.

"Well, what are you talking about." Mu Xici lowered her head, lifted the lid of the food box, and took out the bowl of milk cake that she made after a long time of tossing, "The milk cake I made, bring you thanks."

"Thank you." Mo Junli blinked, and he suddenly felt a little flattered, "What is there to thank, and why did you cook yourself?"

"That apricot tree, Heling, and all the miscellaneous things before." The little girl shrugged nonchalantly, "As for the cooking, I thought that there is nothing missing in your prince's mansion, so I simply did it myself." Doing something is also a kindness.”

"Okay, you can try it first, it took me all night to make this dessert!" Mu Xici pouted as she said, "Two mouthfuls of the pot are useless."

"Two mouthfuls of the pot are useless?" Hearing this, the young man suddenly became alert, and immediately put down the spoon he was about to pick up, "Why is it useless?"

　I think they're all pretty cool
　　In Yan Chuan's eyes, Mo Junli's daily life is not guaranteed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)