Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 272 You Have a Soul Here
Peony, peony.

Damn, she forgot this.

Mu Shiyao was startled suddenly, no matter how calm she acted and how careful her thoughts were, she was just a half-grown girl who was about ten years old now.

At this time, people looked at the white peony plant that she had carefully planted in that field, and naturally she felt a little nervous in her heart.

She carefully glanced at Mu Xici's eyes, and saw that the smile in her almond eyes did not change, so she relaxed her mind a little, put down the snack box in her hand pretending to be careless, and raised her hand to brush the broken hair hanging down her face .

"Peony...it's not a rare thing at all."

"The corner of the Qiyun Pavilion is remote, so it's inevitable that it's a bit deserted." Mu Shiyao turned her eyes to look at the plain peony on the ground, her eyes flickering slightly, "I thought about planting some flowers and plants in the open space in the courtyard, so as to add some vitality .”

"In addition, my mother's monthly letters are not very punctual. White peony (note: here is the name of the traditional Chinese medicine, dried peony root) has the effect of relieving pain and stimulating menstruation. I am used to light colors... so I planted it along the way. The white peony in this place."

The girl in green explained softly, Mu Xici listened to it and thought it was quite amusing.

——When she saw Mu Shiyao for the first time, she thought she was an old man with an extremely delicate and steady mind, but she didn't think that the little girl was a little girl after all. Out of order.

It's just that it's okay, it's more like a ten-year-old child, if she really allows her to be tempted and doesn't show a little panic, she won't dare to invite her to work together.

"Fourth Miss, don't panic, I don't think there is anything wrong with the peony in the yard." Mu Xici smiled, looking back at the blooming sea of ​​flowers, and bent his eyes, "Shaoyao It is the phase among flowers."

"Plain white peony root has a kind of arrogance and character—this is what our Mu family children should look like."

The children of the Mu family...the way they should be.

Suddenly, some unspeakable complicated feelings arose in Mu Shiyao's stomach. For so many years, apart from this girl who was about her age in front of her, there really was no other person who had said such words to her.

Qian has always attached great importance to etiquette, and the status of the concubine's children is different from that of the concubines, and the person in charge of the grandfather is her second wife's aunt, Mrs. Xiao Er...

Even though she is quite respected by the women in the mansion, and her father often praises her for her solid foundation and talent, she is still only the "fourth girl" in this Duke's mansion.

The tea party and poetry meeting of the noble ladies in Beijing is naturally not for her. Except for this small world in the Qiyun Pavilion, she has rarely even stepped out of the house.

The wind and sand in the desert, the frost and snow in the north, the clouds and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sky-high lights in the imperial city...all these different scenery have nothing to do with her.

All she could see was the small piece of sky in the Qiyun Pavilion, and even the fireworks were reflected into the courtyard from the outside.

It seems that all her knowledge of the outside of the mansion can only come from other people's dictation. The prosperity of the capital in the mouths of maids and women, the willows in the south of the Yangtze River in her mother's memory, and what her father told her about the snowstorm in Saibei and the imperial court. Trivia...

When she was younger, what she loved most was to lie on Mu Wenhua's lap and listen to him tell her about those vast expanses that she had never touched before and did not know if she would have the opportunity to experience them in this life. world.

He would tell which battle his uncle won at the border, and how the spear in his hand penetrated the enemy's chest.

He will talk about how the yellow sand drowned the scattered weapons on the ground, how the wind and frost sharpened the temples of the soldiers, how the bones were buried in the green hills, and the corpses shrouded in horse leather.

He said that the blood flowing on the cold blade was not ordinary blood, it was their peaceful and healthy life, and it was their loyal soul and glory of Mu Guogong's century-old mansion.

The candlelight at night was not as bright as the daylight during the day, but she could always see countless impassioned emotions and yearning from her father's face under the faint candlelight.

The father said that the person he respected most was her uncle.

And what she longs for the most is the frontier that is full of severe cold and wind and frost.

It may not be as comfortable and comfortable as Beijing, but the world there must be wider than Beijing.

Apart from the glory that only existed in her father's mouth, the surname "Mu" did not bring her anything else.

She also wanted to experience the joyful experience her father had described to her, and she also wanted to stand on the endless battlefield like every generation of the Mu family.

I also want to follow my cousin and uncle to touch the coldness of the frost blade.

Even if she doesn't know martial arts and doesn't have a strong body, she still wants to be a little cook in the camp. She is not afraid of hardships, and she just wants to see the moon above the Guanshan Mountain.

Moon outside the Duke's Mansion, thousands of miles away from the capital.

She didn't want to be trapped in the tiny world of Qiyun Pavilion for the rest of her life.

It doesn't matter if it's a weed, at least it can grow wildly across the mountains and plains. She is not willing to be locked in the inner house like this.

She thought, this is the attachment hidden in the bones of the Mu family's children, a ray of wind that has been engraved into the blood.

Even though she is the one who is not recognized and has nothing but a surname.

"Miss San was joking..." The girl in green's throat was astringent, she was in a trance, and murmured like a dream, "Shi Yao is a humble concubine, how can she be called a child of the Mu family."

"Fourth Miss, you don't need to despise yourself. You can be regarded as a descendant of my Mu Shiyao if you are not a direct descendant." Mu Xici shook her head with a smile. She stretched out a finger, and across the void, gently tapped on Mu Shiyao's Heart, "You have a soul here."

"That's a soul unique to the children of our Mu family."

A soul that is pure and upright, red-blooded and loyal, free and unyielding.

She couldn't find its shadow on Mu Shiyan's body, but she caught it in Mu Shiyao's eyes.

Maybe Mu Shiyan had this soul in her heart when she was young, but it was eventually worn away by Xiao Shuhua's "upbringing" day after day and year after year.

Mu Shiyan is no longer a descendant of her Mu family.

...a soul.

Mu Shiyao's expression was even more dazed, and in a daze, Ruan Meiyan had already made tea, and Pingting arrived with a tea tray.

Seeing the dazed look on her daughter's face, she couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Yao'er? Why are you being so rude again?"

"Mother..." Mu Shiyao dumbly rolled her eyes, and after a while she regained her senses.

Seeing this, Ruan Meiyan was quite helpless, so she had to say goodbye to Mu Xi: "Miss San, Yaoer probably didn't sleep well last night, that's why she acted like this... She was so rude today, please let me know." Forgive me."

"Aunt Ruan, you're being serious." Mu Xici curled her lips, she had a good impression of this aunt who was well-behaved and well-behaved.

It's just that this temperament is too weak, otherwise, according to her intelligence, she would not have ended up like that in her previous life.

"They're all my sisters, so it's not rude or rude." Mu Xici closed her eyes, took a sip from the teacup, and praised "good tea" with a smile.

"The tea in the Qiyun Pavilion is crude, as long as the lady doesn't dislike it." Ruan Meiyan showed off her face, and before leaving, she quietly pushed Mu Shiyao, who was still a little dazed.

The latter pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment, while Mu Xici slowly drank the tea in the cup, got up and patted the girl in green on the shoulder: "Miss Si, the time has not come yet, you just wait for the wedding."

　I still want to kill Xiao Shuhua

　　The thing I want to kill the most now is no longer a dog.
　　Xiao Shuhua
　　气气
　　Another 10 minutes early today, keep working hard tomorrow

　　By the way, I am working hard to push the plot, have you seen it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)