My imagination has come true

Chapter 71
Mu Qingyun let out a snort, laughed and stared at the building for a few times, feeling a little bit surprised.

This is the historian Lou Ying who is too involved in the drama and thinks he is one of the three wise men. He has no memory of Lou Fang at all.

Or is he acting too well?
This script is different from the previous ones, and Mu Qingyun himself will be influenced by Zhang Qingqing.

Her feelings for her mother, Yue Ling, are strong and complicated.When facing his father Zhang Qing, he was very calm.

Zhang Qingqing's 15 years of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy seem to have become her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Messy thoughts crowded in his mind, and Mu Qingyun didn't think about it anymore, people are here, just do as the Romans do, he is Zhang Qingqing, so he just regards this as Lou Ying.

The story is over, let's go home together.

Fortunately, the surname is Lou, so you don't have to worry about calling him Mr. Lou.

Situ Qingshuang was obviously poisoned by Lou's shamelessness, he had nothing to say, sneered a few times, forced himself to stand up, and ignored him.

He raised his hand and saluted Mu Qingyun politely: "Thank you for saving my life, Miss."

After a pause, he continued: "Mu Shiyi has always been ruthless when facing our young warriors from the Ming Dynasty. Miss must be careful."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked around.

Half the street is rotten.

The stalls on the side of the road were shattered, Zhang's sister-in-law's tofu shop, only half of the stove at the door was left, the pork stall was scattered all over the floor, and a lot of it fell into the sewer.

Situ Qingshuang walked to the wine shop that had been cut in half by him, pulled it out, found the small gold ingot that he had left behind from under the broken wooden board, found a piece of his broken sword, and carefully carved words on the wooden board.

The general idea is that Situ mistakenly destroyed Guigui Winery, and hereby compensates you for one tael. If you have other matters, please go to Fengxiang Yinzhuang to discuss this.

After writing, Situ Qingshuang asked the coachman who hid early to collect the accessories and bead curtains that fell from his float, and he got on his horse and was about to leave.

Lou Ying immediately stepped forward and grabbed the ponytail.

Situ Qingshuang was startled, reined in tightly, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stared back angrily: "You want to die, find a place where no one is around."

"My little phoenix hasn't killed anyone yet, so let it be your first murder record, it's wrong!"

"Half the street is broken."

Lou Ying said with a smile, "Although a tael of gold is a lot, how can it be enough to pay for it?"

Situ Qingshuang exhaled, and said angrily: "Of course you will pay for the rest."

With a backhand whip, Lou Ying's arm was about to be pulled away, but Lou Ying didn't dodge, Situ Qingshuang landed on his arm with a whip, the sleeves were split, blood oozing, and his expression changed immediately.

After a long silence, he had no choice but to take out the gold leaf, pearls on the float, and the remaining taels of gold leaf in his purse to pay Louying the compensation.

After the chaos on the street, the rickshaw driver disappeared long ago.

Mu Qingyun also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Miracle Doctor Liu hiding near a row of tea sheds on the side of the road from a distance.

Seeing the stalemate between the two 'Young Heroes' over there, I thought about it and invited them to the clinic together.

These two have faced the knife of Zhun Shengmu Eleven.

If you are injured, you must see a doctor.

The best medical clinic in Yuncheng is Shouchuntang, and the best doctor is Doctor Liu, there is no other.

Huh?The information is not written correctly, and the historians of the Mishima Kingdom are too good at bragging, saying all day long that no one survived their Mu Yizhun's holy sword.

Aren't these two dead?
Hmph, the ruthless sword of the Ming Dynasty was not summarized by historians, it was said by his enemies himself. When it comes to the ruthless sword, once the sword is released, the road to the underworld is opened. The brilliance of the sword can only be read by the dead.

Just like that, they didn't see the sky blowing in Ming Dynasty.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing. This is probably the aftereffect of memorizing too many materials, and he has to associate with everything he sees.

After arriving at Shouchun Hall, after grabbing the medicine, Mu Qingyun and Situ Qingshuang inquired again, which is the better martial arts gym in Yuncheng.

Situ Qingshuang said casually: "Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, it's official, and Zhuo Yanfei from Baiyunmen will host it."

"Zhuo Yanfei is a master of seeking the truth, and he is only one step away from breaking the illusion. He has learned the most beautiful sword technique of Baiyunmen—'Crane Dream'."

"He has participated in several rounds of domestic round-robin competitions, and his results are very good, and he has won the champion twice."

Situ Qingshuang especially emphasized the word 'beautiful'.

After saying a few words casually, Mu Qingyun returned home with the medicine bag.

The house is quiet.

Mu Qingyun went to cook the medicine and sent it to Yue Ling, but Zhang Qing didn't come to trouble her immediately.

According to Yu's mother, the old scholar was discussing with some friends about holding a test.

In the Ming Dynasty at this time, since the reform of the crown prince, the examination has changed from every three years to every year. The specific time is different every year. According to the needs, it is generally in the late spring and early summer.

In the past two years, more and more people have taken the exam. Although there are a lot of people admitted, it is still very difficult to take the exam.

After the reform, as long as the net worth is clean and there are no criminals among the close relatives, everyone can take the exam.

The county government officials, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, and workers are separated from each other, and each of them takes an exam.

The old people were very dissatisfied with this in the early years, and felt that noble scholars were tainted with vulgarity.

Nowadays, taking the exams year after year is considered a habit, although in private it is unavoidable to lament that people's hearts are not old and the world is cold, but the exams are still taken.

But every year when the day comes, just thinking about the department to apply for can make people worry to death.

Zhang Qing is 41 this year, and he is not too old if he can take the exam for another ten years. It depends on whether the broken copper and iron at home can support him for another ten years.

Mu Qingyun didn't quite believe Master Zhang Er's test ability, but he and his friends went to finish school, which was better than staring at himself.

The medicine was a little hot, so Mu Qingyun stirred it back and forth with a spoon for a while, blew on it, and then handed it to Yue Ling.

Yue Ling's complexion was much better than the previous few days, staring at Mu Qingyun, her brows and eyes suddenly softened.

The Qingqing who told her to die quickly made her inexplicably terrified, and she always felt that this child seemed to have changed a lot.

But with this familiar little action today, her heart was instantly settled.

In fact, Mu Qingyun could clearly feel the existence of Zhang Qingqing's life.

That feeling is familiar and close, she seems to have a lot to say, but also seems to have nothing to say, she seems to have a lot of expectations, and it seems... to protect her.

"Qingqing, it's time for you to practice your needlework."

After Mu Qingyun stared at Yue Ling after drinking the medicine, he took a towel from the basin, washed her face carefully, combed her hair, and took a body of clothes for Yue Ling to change into.

The clothes are stitched by her.

She thinks she has done a good job, the needle and thread are smooth and there are no thread ends, and Zhang Qingqing's craftsmanship is fully displayed, the waist is pinched a little, and the shape is even better.

But this needlework skill, Yue Ling obviously didn't like it.

The clothes fit so well, it saves fabric at the moment, how do you stuff clothes inside in winter?
For fabrics with good-looking colors like this, it is more cost-effective to find a way to wear them in all seasons.

(End of this chapter)