Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 182 No, I feel bad for the floor

This incomparably childish "battle" finally ended when Mu Xiuning was chased by Mo Wanyan and ran half a circle around the prince's mansion. Seeing that the little girl seemed to be exhausted, he had to surrender on the spot.

After "winning", the little princess picked up the broom excitedly, and "beat up" the red-robed boy until his face was covered in smoke and dust, and he refused to stop.

"Hey! See if you still dare to talk." Mo Wanyan, who got her hand, laughed ferociously, and crossed her waist. After a while, she had laughed enough, and simply threw the broom to Mu Xiuning's side, and walked along the road Walked back to the front hall.

Mu Xiuning, who was beaten up, didn't care much. He is a person who has been used to his skin since he was a child. He has suffered countless beatings since he was a child.

What's more, with Mo Wanyan's three-legged cat's kung fu and her ordinary little girl's strength, the broom fell on him as lightly as a kitten's scratch, and it didn't hurt at all.

This is not as painful as his father whipping him with a tree.

Mu Xiuning raised his hand to scratch his head that had exploded into a chicken coop. The only troublesome thing was that the broom was just taken to sweep the courtyard gate this morning.

Right now, the broom twigs are full of dead branches and rotten leaves left in winter, and freshly fallen petals in spring. After this, the boy's hair bun was beaten into a chicken coop, and there were many dead leaves scattered on it. Leaves and fallen flowers.

As soon as he touched it, those things fell like snow, which was quite funny when I thought about it.

But it's not the same, now he can't find a mirror around him, let alone water or cloth to wash his hair, Mu Xiuning lazily shrugged, picked up the broom that was lying on the ground as if resigned to his fate, hummed a little tune, and walked back quickly. Walk.

In fact, he really wanted to say "that's it", but he was afraid that the little princess would become angry with embarrassment, and she would get angry later and sue him to Emperor Yun Jing.

If His Majesty finds out, there is a [-]% chance that his father will find out; if his father finds out, then he will really suffer a lot.

Not worth it, not worth it.

"Hey! Second brother, what kind of new look do you have? It's quite... very interesting." In the main hall of the front yard, Mu Xici caught a glimpse of his elder brother's black hair that seemed to be blown up by gunpowder, and almost sprayed the ground with a sip of tea. .

Mo Junli stretched out his hand, patted her back unhurriedly to help her calm down, and at the same time called Yan Chuan dumbfounded: "Yan Chuan, quickly take the little father-in-law to wash in the back."

"No, Your Highness, there's no need, just a little plaster, I'll comb my hair again later." Mu Xiuning waved his hand, carelessly brushing the broken hair on his forehead.

A lot of rotten flowers and leaves fell to the ground with his movements, and Mo Junli couldn't help taking a breath: "A Ning, I'm not worried about you, I just feel sorry for the floor in my house."

His hall was not paved with ordinary stone bricks, but a decent, insect-proof, lacquered and lacquered solid wood floor--or the best black walnut!

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this material, this workmanship, and this floor are every inch of gold. He usually takes care of it carefully, lest the rough hands and feet of ordinary maids will hurt the surface.

Besides, it was just cleaned once this morning, so Mu Xiuning got all the plaster all over the floor, and he might have to soak it in water again later, and clean it up again, is there any reason why he doesn't feel distressed?
"So, Your Highness, in your heart, I can't compare to the floor of your mansion?" Mu Xiuning squinted his eyes, and casually swept away the noble young man who was sitting in the chair, who was as stable as Mount Tai.

Hearing this, the latter picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and his expression returned to normal: "No, no, Ah Ning, Youdao is like brothers and sisters, but money is something outside of you—"

Mu Xiuning raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"As long as there are enough external things, even if you don't have siblings, you can hire people to act as siblings." Therefore, his floor is more important than this brat.

Mo Junli had no expression on his face: "Hurry up and wash yourself off."

"Tsk." After hearing this, the red-robed boy raised the corners of his lips, he knew it would be like this.

He discovered many years ago that although Mo Junli was not a complete fan of money, he really cared about Brother Kong Fang. Not only was he not surprised that he could say such a thing today, but he took it for granted.

However, this floor is quite expensive, expensive and difficult to take care of, and I don't know why he bought this thing, and he doesn't see it any better than marble slabs.

Sure enough, he didn't understand His Highness's aesthetics.

Mu Xiuning lowered his head to look at the floor, shook off a few taels of mud by the way, and then followed Yan Chuan to the backyard for a good cleaning, and changed a set of clothes by the way.

When the young man washed his hair, changed into the scarlet robe that was similar in style but completely different from the previous one, and reappeared in the main hall, Mu Xici didn't hold back, and took a second sip of tea into his throat again.

"Be careful, why are you so surprised today?" Mo Junli frowned and kept patting the little girl's back, but the latter's eyes became more and more strange.

She looked up, her dark almond eyes were full of suspicion: "Why did my brother's spare clothes appear in your house?"

It's all for her to show up in the Prince's Mansion, after all, she already knows the cause and effect, but what about her brother's suit?

Do they really have nothing to do with each other?
"...Don't think about it, that's what he left here before, and he never took it back." The young man froze with Shunqi's hand, "I really didn't break it!!"

"He came to your house to play, why did he bring two sets of clothes?" Mu Xici's eyes became more suspicious, she felt that the more this old man tried to defend, the more she couldn't help but want to doubt.

"...We have practiced martial arts together." Mo Junli couldn't hold back anymore, his teeth were grinding, "From the age of ten, until last year when your brother entered the | camp and took over military affairs."

"His temperament has always been that he doesn't fight for three days, and goes to the house to expose tiles. Not to mention my prince's mansion, even many palaces in the palace have not escaped his clutches."

"In addition, he and Le Wan have always been ambiguous. When they meet, they always fight. If they are not careful, they will be covered in plaster. Occasionally, they will be beaten twice by the Duke..."

"Young master of the Mu family, you always want to look decent when you go out, so every time he soils his clothes, he has to find a place to clean himself and change his clothes. After a day of martial arts training, at least he has to change his clothes." once."

"He came and went, he thought it was troublesome to bring two or three sets of clothes when going out, so he simply left three or four sets of spare change clothes in my house, which he threw last year." Mo Junli suppressed his voice and explained in one breath.

"Understood? He left this for himself, not me." Conscience, he really never broke his sleeves, why does this girl keep thinking about that?

"Well, that's it." Mu Xici looked suspicious, "Then... I'll trust you just once."

No, you still don't believe it at all.

The corner of Mo Junli's lips twitched, and he chose to shut up.

　Second Brother: The brotherhood has faded?
　　Ah Ci: Tell me, are you breaking your sleeves, are you planning to hit my only seedling!

　　Mo Gougou: I don’t, I’m not, I really don’t know

　　
　
(End of this chapter)