Distressed wife

Chapter 1138 How about I Let That Brat Marry You? (6)
It's a big net. This is a mechanism she specially set up here, in order to prevent someone from taking advantage of these little guys' inattention and doing them harm. I didn't expect them to be so clever and use it here.

Mu Ziyan stepped forward and saw the drowning person with wet hair sticking to his cheeks. Looking at the attire, Mu Ziyan knew who it was, and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to save it, just throw it in."

"Yes." Seeing that it was Mu Ziyan, the servant didn't dare to disobey, and then threw the person who was finally fished out back into it again.

At this moment, a scream was heard, and then someone flew out of the lake, countless water splashed, and then he fell to the ground like a drowned rat, looking at her with aggrieved expression.

Mu Ziyan slightly raised her eyebrows, looked at the person in front of her, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she looked like a child, she was staring at her angrily at this moment, quite aggrieved, how did Mu Ziyan feel that this looked like Yunfei? The guy's twin brother.

Thinking of this, she whispered, "Your relatives are here."

"Hmph." Yun Fei seemed to have sensed Mu Ziyan's thoughts, then he landed, looked at the rather unpleasant guy in front of him, and directly kicked the person in front of him into the pond again.

"Ah!" The man became even angrier now, struggling to get out, he could only look at Mu Ziyan pitifully, "Hey, the dignified prince died in Muhou's mansion, don't you worry about the soldiers from Xirong tomorrow ?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Mu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and said, "I am Beiqing's concubine now."

"Hmph." The man curled his mouth, glared at Yunfei, and then struggled to finally climb up, lying on the ground gasping for breath, "You woman, why aren't you tempted by beauty at all?" Woolen cloth?"

"Temptation?" Mu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and said, "You really can't seduce me with your looks."

"Hmph." The person in front of him was wet all over, and within a moment of standing on the ground, there was a puddle of water under his feet. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "I just came to see the world-famous Miss Mu, why are you Make things difficult for me?"

Mu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and said, "Now that you've seen it, can you leave?"

"I haven't seen enough." The person in front of him was Prince Murong Di of Xirong, raising his hand to squeeze the water from his sleeve, not feeling embarrassed at all, but approaching Mu Ziyan step by step.

Mu Ziyan stood there watching, then raised her eyebrows with great interest, "Three feet away, otherwise..."

"I don't know why that old eccentric said you are very pleasing, I really hate it." Murong Di said, turned around and walked out.

"Old weird?" Mu Zi smoked a wicked smile, "Come out, old weird."

"Haha!" A figure fell, and the magic operator who hadn't seen him for a long time landed in front of Mu Ziyan.

Mu Ziyan looked up at him, "So you are from Xirong."

"So what?" the fortune teller raised his eyebrows and said casually.

"A person who lived two hundred years ago and is now standing here, I think you should go to a good place." Mu Ziyan said with a smile.

"I can't go to the place you mentioned." The fortune teller waved his hand, "How about that brat?"

"It's not good." Mu Ziyan shook her head and said.

"I said girl, your mind is much more open than these people now, Xirong is a place with open folk customs, how about I let that brat marry you?" the fortune teller looked at her and said.

"What did you say?" Mu Ziyan was stunned for a moment, never expecting that this magic fortune teller would have such a funny idea.

"What's wrong?" the fortune teller raised his eyebrows.

"I have a husband, and I only love him." Mu Ziyan said very frankly.

"Really?" The fortune teller snorted coldly, "Girl, some things cannot be hidden after all, don't you want to know about the past?"

"What is it?" Mu Ziyan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Could it be that you know?"

"That's natural." The fortune teller raised his eyebrows.

But Mu Ziyan thought of one thing, and then said indifferently, "Anyway, my grandmother is the descendant of the Ji family, and my great-grandmother must also know who you are."

"Ji's family?" Hearing this, the fortune teller seemed to have touched explosives, took a few steps back, and said, "Girl, don't mention me in front of that old woman."

When Mu Ziyan heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched, "It depends on your mood."

"Girl, it's okay if I'm wrong." The fortune teller looked at her obsequiously, "I won't let the brat marry you, anyway, no one wants him, but your horoscope is just right for him. "

"My horoscope is the same as his?" Mu Ziyan snorted coldly, "Nonsense."

"You don't believe it?" The fortune teller continued, "See for yourself."

Mu Ziyan raised her hand to take it, and after looking at it, she raised her eyes to look at him, "I don't believe this."

"This is fate." The fortune teller continued, "You and that brat from Beiqing have no fate, it's a fate of mutual generation and mutual restraint."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go now..." Mu Ziyan turned around and walked out after speaking.

"I won't tell lies." The fortune teller continued, "You know it very well in your heart."

"I don't know anything. In this life, I only recognize him. Whether it's life or death, I will be with him." Mu Ziyan looked at the fortune teller very seriously and said.

"You girl, how come you have been a ghost for thousands of years, and you still have this stubborn temper. Back then, it was because of your stubborn temper that you harmed yourself." Obviously, this sentence is a fortune teller to avoid everyone's suspicion of Mu Zi. Yan said that only Mu Ziyan could hear it.

"Then what do you know?" Mu Ziyan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is there a way to resolve it?"

"This?" The fortune teller was silent for a moment, "I have no ability to resolve it, and, according to the current fate, you should not be together, but I also feel strange, why are you together?"

"Even you don't know?" Mu Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Then what happened to him within three days that you calculated before?"

"That..." the fortune teller continued, "It was a catastrophe, but the strange thing is that it was resolved by him, girl, that brat's fate is very strange, and besides, you shouldn't have him in your fate, you Do it yourself."

"Speak clearly." Seeing the fortune teller, Mu Ziyan sighed, and left like this.

(End of this chapter)