Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 99 Half Sentence
Before the carrier pigeon left, it hovered in the air and looked back at Mu Xici, and then flew out of Fulanxuan with a cooing sound.

The pigeon's feather tip skimmed over the treetops that still had a little snow, and then skimmed over the countless blue walls and black tiles in the capital, and finally got into the exquisite and majestic Prince's Mansion.

At that time, Mo Junli was listening to Yan Chuan's report on the affairs of the pavilion in the study, when he saw the white pigeon landed on the edge of the half-open window with a joyous cry, his face immediately showed joy.

This little thing could be considered to have flown back, and he could finally find a legitimate reason not to listen to Yan Chuan's unlucky report for the time being.

——If you say that this bastard, He Ling, is even stronger than an iron rooster, he just cut a suit of clothes for the little girl and spent two thousand taels of silver, so why is he clinging to this little thing every day?
Which odd piece he usually buys is not more expensive than a single piece of clothing and jewelry?

It's just that I bought a set this time and didn't take it apart like before!

Besides, what's wrong with spending some money?The happiness of dressing up a little girl (nv) mother (er) cannot be bought with money——

This bunch of daughterless and inhuman bastards, he wished that they would never have a daughter in this life, hum!

Mo Junli pursed his lips, the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, so the actions of his subordinates to open the letter box to get the letter became more and more out of control.

Fat Pigeon was so frightened by him that it shook its short legs, and then "slapped" down a large pool of unknown objects that were white with yellow, yellow with green, and green with water.

The new rice paper that was spread on his desk in the middle was blurred into a half-dry ball in the blink of an eye.

The young man who had just taken out the note was silent for a moment, then regained his senses and pointed out the window, with an easy-going and elegant smile: "Get lost."

"Goo!" The little pigeon, who had been frightened a lot and was also fiercely attacked by others, blinked its black bean eyes in aggrieved manner, turned around, and flew out of the window with flapping wings.

Seeing this, Yan Chuan quietly slipped back to the corner, and could see that his master was in a very unhappy mood. If he couldn't think about rushing forward to convey He Ling's original words to him at this moment, he would most likely be rescued by his master on the spot.

As a rational and life-saving secret guard, Yan Chuan chose to temporarily shut up.

"Eating so fat, I will be caught and stewed sooner or later." Mo Junli muttered in a low voice and cleaned up the mess on the table, then got up and cleaned his hands, and sat down when the water vapor between his fingers was completely dried by the wind. He unfolded the little piece of paper.

Looking at the neatly written lines of small characters on the paper, the boy gradually narrowed his eyes.

Yan Chuan, who retreated into the corner, caught a glimpse of his expression, and couldn't help raising his brows slightly. After a long time, Mo Junli put down the note, bowed his head and gave a chuckle, and then raised his eyes full of interest.

"Guess, what did that girl say in the letter?" Mo Jun raised his eyebrows and raised his finger to tap the table lightly. Yan Chuan lowered his jaw when he heard this, "I don't know."

"Come on, take a look." The young man pursed his lips and pushed the note towards his secret guard.

Yan Chuan lowered his eyes, moved his steps cautiously, and then picked up the inch-wide strip, looking at ten lines at a glance.

Mo Junli rested his chin, and looked at the face of his secret guard with interest, from calm to slightly surprised, and finally to full surprise.

"Master, this, this..." Yan Chuan stared at the note, feeling his throat dry.

He really didn't expect that a ten-year-old girl's mind could be so meticulous.

That day when she followed her plan and proposed to control the bandit leader with "Moon Hook", he was already terrified. Who would have thought that at this moment, she would even think clearly about how, when, and "cutting the grass and roots".

Naturally, even without her reminder, his master would never let go of those bandits who have been in trouble for a long time.

But the master is from the Tian family after all, and he has been fighting in the front and rear palaces for 15 years. He doesn't find it strange that he is fierce, but it is Miss Namu...

Is this really a girl who grew up in a villa in the suburbs of Beijing?
There was a storm in Yan Chuan's eyes. At this moment, through the note, he vaguely felt a kind of nameless fear from Mu Xici.

It was the same as when he first met Mo Junli.

"Yanchuan, do you think the first half of the sentence is the only thing that is scary?" Mo Junli sneered, and took the note back from Yan Chuan's hand, his long eyelashes half drawn, his eyes flickering slightly, "The second half of the sentence is worse than the first half of the sentence." Much scarier."

"The second half of the sentence?" Yan Chuan frowned, somewhat confused.

"Yes, the second half of the sentence." The young man's eyes slowly passed over those words, and he sighed softly.

"Additionally: my father once warned me to resign. From February to April is the time when Beijing Central University opens a department to accept an official. You should not walk around at will, so as not to surprise you when you go to Beijing to apply for a son; Zhi, I hope His Highness will take care of himself."

"Yanchuan, haven't you seen what this girl is talking about?" Mo Junli said, looking at his secret guard with a little bit of disgust in his eyes.

"...This subordinate is dull." Yan Chuan heard this, and cupped his hands bravely, "This subordinate thinks that Miss Mu San just feels that troubles are easy to happen during the scientific examination season, so he casually mentioned something to His Highness."

This kind of thing might be considered unusual for an ordinary noble lady, but it is quite common for a young lady in the Duke's Mansion.

Mu Guogong is one of the most trusted courtiers of the Holy Majesty today. Now that Miss Mu is back in Beijing, she follows him, occasionally listening to a sentence or two of irrelevant government affairs, and then being reminded by the Duke not to get involved in these trivial matters ...It's so normal.

After all, starting a course and becoming an official is a major event every three years for Yu Ganping.

The little girl was young, and after hearing this, she couldn't help but want to talk to others, as if there was nothing strange about it.

"She really thinks that the scientific examination season is prone to trouble." Mo Junli nodded, "And she hinted at me that I should not interfere in this year's scientific examination."

"But... isn't this normal?" Yan Chuan frowned, he still couldn't understand what kind of riddle his master was playing.

"Yes, this is quite normal." Mo Junli smiled, slowly picked up a pen, put on a new piece of paper, and raised his hand to write down a line.

"23 Years of Changle".

"But how would she know that something will happen in this year's scientific examination?" The young man narrowed his eyes again as he spoke, Yan Chuan might not have read the hidden meaning in Mu Xici's words, but he could see clearly.

She didn't just remind me by the way, she was clearly warning.

Tell him no matter what, don't get involved in this year's opening of a department.

This is well worth thinking about.

Mo Junli raised his eyebrows. If this sentence was placed in an ordinary year, he could barely attribute it to the little girl's prudence and prudence, but if it was placed in this year...

Changle 23 years.

It happened to be the 23rd year of Changle.

The boy covered his lips with his hands, and suddenly burst into laughter.

To be able to write such words, either she was very lucky and made a mistake; or she had the ability to predict the future.

or...

He suddenly had a premonition that he was not far away from the day when he would verify his conjecture.

　This pigeon is good
　　
　
(End of this chapter)