The concubine will not accompany you: General, Madam ran away again

Chapter 517

The female violinist was not frightened by Mu Jiaqing at all, she still had that indifferent look on her face, but she walked back step by step, sat by the piano at the other end, stared at Xiu Jiaqing and asked: " Miss Si thinks I am wearing a thin shirt and playing the piano in the snow, does it look good or not?"

Mu Jiaqing was taken aback, she didn't know why she asked such a question, but she nodded truthfully: "It looks good."

"Then think about it, even if the good match in the future is not the young master of the Chu family, who can resist you after you have learned such kung fu?"

Her words made Mu Jiaqing's eyes brighten, and a wave of hope rose again.

At this time, the luthier took something out of an embroidered bag at his waist and handed it to her, "This is for you."

"What is this?" Mu Jiaqing took the small bag handed over by the luthier, opened it, and saw that it was a small porcelain bottle. When she uncorked the bottle, she felt the fragrance hit her nose.

"Muscle congealing cream." The woman told her, "It is very effective for the scars on your face, and it will disappear in a month or so at most."

"Really?" Mu Jiaqing was pleasantly surprised.

The luthier nodded again, "Really." He asked again, "Do you want to practice the piano?"

Mu Jiaqing immediately sat down on the edge of the qin, shivering from the cold wind, but she still insisted, "Practice! No matter who it is for, I will learn this qin!"

That night, in the Buddhist hall of Mu Yanran's courtyard, An Chunfu whispered softly beside her.

Not long after, a layer of hatred appeared in Mu Yanran's eyes, and she casually pushed the pen and ink on the table to the ground, "Mu Shuyao, what the hell is she going to do?"

"The madam said that she would tell the old man to let him take action. As long as those things are gone, she will die without proof." An Chun said: "It's just that the madam said that the place is not easy to enter. I have to ask the young lady to think of a way. .”

Mu Yanran was a little annoyed, "It's not easy to enter Prince Li's mansion, why did you let him go without seeing things clearly?"

"The servant was careless. None of us thought that Lianhua would belong to her." An Chun hurriedly knelt down and apologized.

"Forget it, that's the end of the matter. I want to go to the palace. In short, this time, it must be done. Not only me, but the whole Wang family will also be finished. In the future, don't look for me for this kind of thing. Let the tail be cleared up Zu and the others have been wiped out, and I don't want to be involved."

An Chun nodded, picked up the pen and ink on the ground, saw Mu Yanran picked up the pen again, and glanced at the almost burnt candle again, and couldn't help saying: "Miss, rest, it will burn your eyes. The old lady didn't say how many days it would take to finish copying the scriptures, so we can take our time."

But Mu Yanran shook her head with a smile and said: "How can it be done slowly? Father will be back soon. During his absence, I suffered all kinds of grievances in the mansion. If I don't make it clear on my face, how can he show mercy?"

An Chun's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Miss is really smart, then this servant will help you change two candles."

"Just change it! Too bright is not good."

In the early afternoon of the next day, everyone in the Mu residence went to Minghui Hall to greet the old lady.

The day when Mu Yongnian will return to Beijing is getting closer, and with the New Year approaching, the old lady's face is always full of joy.

Mu Yanran sat down with dark circles under her eyes, and the old lady felt a little distressed when she saw it, and kept saying to her: "If you don't sleep well at night, please ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription for calming your nerves. No, I see that you seem to have lost weight in the past two days."

An Chun hurriedly answered for Mu Yanran: "The old madam doesn't know something. The young lady has been copying the scriptures in the Buddhist hall every night until dawn, and she has already transcribed more than half of the scriptures for a hundred times."

"So fast?" The old lady was really surprised, and the distressed expression on her face became more intense, "I punished you to copy the scriptures a hundred times, but I didn't stipulate how many days you must finish copying the scriptures. Why do you have to work so hard?"

Mu Yanran stood up, leaned over to the old lady, and said, "Granddaughter doesn't find it hard. Copying scriptures is a matter of meditation, not to mention that father is coming back soon, but I always want to copy scriptures while doing things for my father." Pray, I hope my father is safe on the road."

What he said was generous and decent, which pleased the old lady very much.

But the old lady was happy, and Mu Jiaqing became unhappy, so she snorted coldly and said: "Big sister can really talk, she is obviously punished, but she talks like you are a good person."

"Enough!" The old lady couldn't bear Mu Jiaqing's tone the most, and she didn't have a good look at Mu Jiaqing because Chu Yuchen didn't invite her as promised. "If you have the heart, think about what you should do for your father instead of learning some useless piano music all day long."

"Why is it useless!" Mu Jiaqing was anxious, "Grandma doesn't want Jiaqing to have a good life at all? In your heart, there is only big sister, and she is good in everything she does."

"Why does the fourth sister talk to grandmother like this? Kneel down and admit your mistake!"

Mu Jiaqing raised her chin, "I'm right!"

The old lady was trembling with anger, and Nanny Sun urged her: "Old lady, calm down! Fourth Miss has that temper, we agreed today not to be angry."

The old lady took a few breaths, grabbed Nanny Sun's hand and said, "Yes, yes, today we agreed not to be angry, but it's a pity that the children and grandchildren are unfilial, and the house is restless!"

Finally, the old lady calmed down, and then said again: "It's the end of the new year, and the mansion has made new clothes for you all, one set for each of you, save them for when you enter the palace on the first day of the new year."

As he spoke, three servant girls came in, holding three pieces of clothes and handing them to the three ladies sitting there.The clothes were made of Shu brocade, which was very expensive, and the three of them had the same color, Mu Yanran got white, Mu Wanting got light yellow, and Mu Jiaqing got light pink.

Naturally everyone likes such good clothes, Mu Jiaqing immediately became happy, and said sweetly: "Thank you, grandma."

The old lady didn't like to listen to her talk, so she raised her hand, "You all go back if you have nothing to do." The whole room hurried away again.

Mu Jiaqing walked slowly, so Aunt Liu also slowed down on purpose, seemingly inadvertently chatting with Aunt Jin who had a big belly: "I heard that there used to be an official concubine who liked winter the most. In the winter, she is wrapped up tightly, but she can wear thin clothes, walk barefoot in the snow, play the piano and dance, don't you think it's strange?"

Aunt Jin was startled, looked at Mu Jiaqing, and said thoughtfully, "Is there such a thing?"

"Sister, I also heard that the concubine's favorite color is white, which is the color that can blend with the snow. At one time, the noble ladies in Beijing called her Snow Beauty." Aunt Liu concealed She smiled and asked Wang, "Have you ever heard of this, sister?"

"I have heard some rumors, but they are not as detailed as my sister's." Wang has always looked down on Aunt Liu, and she is very perfunctory to her words.

(End of this chapter)