Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 2 She will never repeat the same mistakes
She is reborn!

Ha ha ha ha--

Mo Shuyuan, you can't think of it, after all, heaven will not kill her!
Mu Xici covered her face and laughed silently, and the child's thin and thin shoulders shook violently with that laughter, which shocked Lingqin who had just put down the medicine bowl and turned back.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you homesick?" Lingqin supported Mu Xici, her eyes almost overflowing with worry.

"No, Lingqin, I'm just happy...I'm just happy!" Mu Xi resigned, and while laughing, she suddenly hugged Lingqin and cried loudly. Di's tears quickly tore through his clothes—it has been 12 years... a whole 12 years!
Lingqin, her father, brother, and elder sister, in the past 12 years, she has missed and worried every day! 12 years, more than 320 days and nights, who knows how she survived!The world only sees her as a national teacher who is under one person and above ten thousand people, but they don't know that her family was ruined many years ago!
Over the years, she regretted it more than once, why didn't she rush back to the capital immediately after waking up?If she had come back earlier, wouldn't sister-in-law have fallen into Mo Shuyuan's hands?Didn't the elder brother die on the battlefield?
Now she has been reborn. In the 22 years of Changle, she has not yet returned to her home, nor has bandits robbed her. Everything is uncertain—this is something she never even dared to think about in the past, but now it has become a reality!
It's too late, it's still too late, in this life, she will definitely not let Mo Shuyuan set foot on the ninety-five supreme position, what he and Mu Shiyan owes her, owes sister, owes the entire Mu Guogong's mansion, she wants one Click a little, get it back without a trace!
"Yes, we will be able to return to the Duke's mansion soon. It is only natural that Miss is happy, and Lingqin will be happy with you too!"

Lingqin's eyes were red and her voice was slightly hoarse. Her poor young lady lost her mother at birth, and was almost strangled to death in her infancy by the Duke who was suffering from the loss of his wife. Kemu's lonely life...

The young lady was sent to this small village hundreds of miles away from the capital to be raised when she was just three years old, and now she has had more than seven years, and she has finally made it through.

Mu Xici didn't reply to her. After venting, her thoughts gradually cleared up. She wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately, and just realized that the excitement when she was reborn had receded, and her mind was extremely clear.

The most important thing right now is to find a way to deal with the robbers who are ambushing on the way back to Beijing.

Mu Xici narrowed her eyes slightly. In her memory, there was an accident in the army in the past two days, and her brother who was supposed to come to support her was temporarily called away. She had to go back to Beijing alone with the housekeeper and the servant, carrying the lingqin .

Then I ran into bandits on the way, the housekeeper and the boy desperately pushed her and Lingqin out, Lingqin died tragically under the knives to protect her, she accidentally fell off the cliff while escaping , unconscious, and was taken back to Liuyun Temple by the master.

After waking up, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't even remember her own name. The master named her "Wonderful Life" and taught her strange divination and internal medicine. She lived in the temple with the master for five years until she recovered. Only after losing his memory can he really return to Beijing.

At that time, her father was already on the way back from the great victory, her elder brother was also leading the army at the front line, her elder sister was half-forced into the sedan chair, and she was only a line away from the collapsed mansion of Duke Mu.

Mu Xici closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled foul breath. It was too painful to think about the past life, but fortunately, this life has not happened: "Lingqin, is there still yellow paper and ink in Zhuangzhong?"

"There's still cinnabar, and the yellow paper... ah, there's still some left over during the Ghost Festival." Lingqin replied after pondering, a little curious in her heart, "But miss, what do you want these for?"

"Type the form." Mu Xici smiled with his lips curled up, and said nonsense, "Is my illness going to be cured? Seeing that I'm going back to Beijing, I simply burned two forms and gave one away... After Beijing, a new life will begin."

"That's it... that's right. It's a new life after returning home, and it's time to say goodbye to the past." The little girl was persuaded, and she nodded her head seriously. Forget it, there is an old Taoist temple three or five miles away from the village. They usually go to the Taoist temple to play when they are bored. It is normal for the young lady to think of this when she is sick.

Lingqin thought about bringing the yellow paper and cinnabar, Mu Xici took it, and wrote down the pen very calmly. She used to play this thing when she was a Kun Dao in her previous life, and she never left it when she became a national teacher.

——When the two armies were at war, there were countless dead souls, and she couldn't do anything else, so she had to see them off.

"Okay, Lingqin, go and prepare the things you need to send the letter first." Mu Xici put down his pen, exhaled softly, Lingqin responded, and trotted out of the house.Seeing her back view, Mu Xici felt relieved, quickly picked up the pen again, quickly drew two yellow talisman formations, quickly dried the rice paper, folded it carefully, and put it in his sleeve.

Her morality has not retreated, but the ten-year-old body is too weak, and it is the limit to be able to make divination and divination. If she is asked to turn eight doors empty-handed... She is afraid that she will have to braid again on the spot.

Sad, after returning to Beijing, she must pester her elder brother to take her to do morning exercises together, among other things, she has to train her body well first.

Mu Xici wrinkled her nose, there was a tinkling sound from the courtyard, Lingqin waved at her while holding the door, the little girl's face was still a little flushed after trotting: "Miss, you're ready!"

The tongue of fire licked the rice paper with the red characters on it, and it rose into the air into a thin puff of green smoke.Mu Xici looked up at the wisp of smoke slowly rising, and the depths of his black pupils were clear. These two expressions were burned to his parents, brothers and sisters who died tragically in his previous life, and burned to his former self.

She will never repeat the same mistakes in this life.

Mu Xici secretly swore in his heart, and then slowly looked away.After delivering the form, she and Lingqin waited peacefully for the day of departure, but unexpectedly, on the evening before departure, a visitor came to the village.

"Miss, there is a group of people from outside the village. The guards at the head say that they are from the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and they have taken you back to the capital at the order of their master. The old stewards of the village are not sure, please go and have a look, Miss. Let's go!" Ling Qin leaned on the courtyard door and panted heavily, Mu Xici was taken aback when she heard this - Seventh Prince?

Mo Junli?
When did their Duke's Mansion get involved with him?
"I see, let's go now." Mu Xici raised his hand and pressed the sore brow, sighed, got up and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, and hurried to the front of the village without haste.

Just as Lingqin said, there was indeed a large group of people outside the village, and the head of the guards in black who had landed and led the horses looked solemn and awe-inspiring, followed by a large carriage that was elegant, low-key but yet luxurious.

Mu Xici's sharp eyes saw from afar that the signs painted on the lanterns on both sides of the carriage belonged to the Seventh Prince's Mansion. When she returned to Beijing in her previous life, Mo Junli had died long ago, but the Prince's Mansion was carefully preserved by the old emperor. Passing by the gate of the mansion one time, I caught a glimpse of the logo on it - the pattern is exactly the same as the one on this lantern.

"Uncle Li, what's the matter?" The half-grown boy's voice was clean and soft, and the old manager Li Boxun, who was quite at a loss in the face of this situation, turned his head and his tense face eased: "Miss, you can count on it."

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