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All this is even better than he planned, as if in the dark, if there is heavenly help, Gu Shi's career is not smooth.

Mu Zhen was happy, Mu Shi was happy in his heart, but his face collapsed, and he looked at Minglan and said, "I am your mother, why do you have something to say to your uncle and cousin, but hide it from me?"

Minglan stuck out his tongue and stood beside Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen laughed, looked at Mu Shi and said, "I don't hurt Minglan less than you, what's wrong with her asking me more?"

Mu glanced at the two of them, and when he saw Ding coming over, he said, "Even if Jinghua did something wrong, it would be enough to punish her for kneeling for a few days, this time, I think she must have learned a lesson." ”

Mu said good things, Ding came over to beg again, Mu Zhen was relieved and spared Mu Jinghua this time.

But the brocade box was lost, and it was never found, and it became a piece of Mu Zhen's heart, it was a relic left by Mrs. Tai to Minglan, Minglan's words, he still remembered, he couldn't show the second person, he couldn't take a look at it as an uncle, God knows if the things in the brocade box were seen by others?

It was because he thought of the importance of the brocade box that Mu Zhen was even more angry, Mu Jinghua was his daughter in the end, could he not feel distressed?

But the mistake she made this time was too big and outrageous, and if she didn't punish her heavily, she didn't know what big basket she would poke out in the future.

Mu Zhen originally wanted to send Mu to the inner courtyard to greet the old lady, but when he walked to the second gate, there was another visitor, so he had to go to greet someone.

Mu took Minglan to greet Mrs. Mu, sat for a quarter of an hour, and then got up to say goodbye.

The two walked to the door, Mu Zhen took a brocade box over, handed it to Minglan and said, "This is the last piece of red silk inkstone, you put it away." ”

Minglan blinked, shook his head and said, "I don't need to." ”

Mu Zhen said with a smile, "Uncle and your cousin are together, and now there are many people who know that the red silk inkstone is valuable, and this piece of red silk inkstone is not suitable for anyone, and my uncle is not good at lying, so he stays by his side and looks uncomfortable." ”

I said earlier that if I want a red silk inkstone, I must give it to Beidinghou, but it was not him who was the first to ask him.

When giving gifts, either it makes sense, or it is necessary to treat everyone equally.

Mu Zhen said this, Minglan couldn't accept it, he happily took it in his hand, opened it and saw that the red silk inkstone was moist and beautiful, like a mountain and stone peak, and he suddenly couldn't put it down.

Mu Zhen told Mu to take care of his body, asked Brother Mao a few more words, and sent them back to the house in the carriage.

After returning home, I went to Changsong Courtyard to ask the old lady to say goodbye, and it just so happened that the old lady was also there, and everyone was talking about the red silk inkstone.

Previously, the old lady only felt that the red silk inkstone was good, the Hua was dense, all extremely beautiful, its voice was clear, and it was as strong as a golden stone, but now the emperor praised the red silk inkstone as the head of all the inkstones, and an inkstone in his hand is like holding a beautiful jade, and the red silk inkstone is about to be a tribute inkstone, and at least five tributes are paid every year.

Tribute, is that what ordinary people can have?

Even if you can buy it, it will be expensive, this time, Muyang Hou gave two red silk inkstones to the Gu family, how generous it is.

In order to help Gu Shi and send out two parties, the Gu family didn't know how to repay this kindness.

The eldest lord was envious, and the eldest lady said strangely, "Why do Muyang Hou have so many red silk inkstones in his hands?"

This question is to the point.

Of course, the meaning of the eldest lady is that the red silk inkstone is a rare thing for everyone, and there is no shortage of Muyang Hou, so she will be so generous to the Gu family, if she also has so much, she will be more generous.

Coincidentally, Mu and Minglan entered the house, and the eldest lady's eyes caught a glimpse of the two of them, smiling.

Minglan didn't know why she was interested in the red silk inkstone, which in her opinion, was self-inflicted, "My cousin likes strange stones, I brought the duan inkstone back, he carved the red silk stone into an inkstone on a whim, I didn't expect the red silk inkstone to be so good, it is normal for my uncle to send two parties to my grandfather and my father, the relationship between my uncle and my father is good, and I have always respected my grandfather, besides, if it weren't for our Gu family, these red silk stones would not know what they were carved by my cousin in the end, and there is a chance that they will destroy the heavens." ”

Minglan said innocently, and his bright eyes were full of smiles.

But the eldest lady who said something was like sitting on pins and needles, with red faces and red ears.

The old lady glanced at the eldest lady, and then asked the old lady Mu if her body was okay, and diverted the topic of the red silk inkstone, which solved the embarrassment of the big house.

At that time, it was already time for lunch, and the old lady left Minglan to have lunch at her place, and after eating, Minglan walked back to Liushuang Garden.

As soon as Minglan returned to Liushuang Garden, he went directly to the study, and Bizhu followed closely with the brocade box.

After entering the study, Bizhu opened the secret compartment in the bookshelf and put the brocade box inside.

Minglan saw it and said, "Why do you put it away?"

Bizhu looked up at her and said, "Didn't Mrs. say that this red silk inkstone will be used as a dowry for the girl in the future and for the future uncle?"

Previously, in the carriage, Minglan gave the red silk inkstone to Mu, but Mu didn't ask for it, Minglan said that she used it wastefully, and Mu smiled and said, "It's a waste for you to use it, put it away when you go back, and give it to your husband after you get married." ”

In a word, Ming Lan wanted to bite Mu Shi shyly, lifted the curtain to look outside the carriage, but unintentionally saw Zhao Yi riding by, his face suddenly turned cold, put the bead curtain, and played with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.

But Bizhu remembered these words well, and as soon as she came back, she hid the red silk inkstone.

"For what future uncle uses, I will use it myself!"

As he spoke, Minglan snatched the brocade box from Bizhu's hand and put it on the table to admire.

Bizhu only thought she was shy, and said with a smile, "In the study, there are only girls and slaves, what is there to be shy, the girl will not not marry, the used old inkstone, it is not good for the uncle, let's put it away first." ”

Minglan ignored her.

Outside the window, there was a light cough, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

Minglan blushed and glared at Bizhu fiercely, there was no one in the study, there was one outside the study!

They discuss their future husbands in private, and it's humiliating to think about it.

Minglan blushed and looked out the window, and saw a man dressed in dark brocade jumping out of the window, with a vigorous posture, handsome and solemn, and deep eyes like stars, it was Chu Li.

Seeing him, Minglan's originally blushing face couldn't help but turn red again, like the reflection of the mountain covering the mountains, purple and red, delicate and dazzling.

Because of his embarrassment, Minglan had long forgotten what he expected when he entered the study, and he came now, which means that she asked him to help him and had an answer.

Chu Li knew that Minglan was embarrassed, and he had no intention of eavesdropping, but it was such a coincidence, he had other things to do, and he couldn't wait outside the window all the time, so he took out the letter and handed it to Minglan.

Minglan stretched out his hand to take it, he took out the letter from his arms, held it in his hand, and could still feel his warmth, only to feel that his hands were hot, and he didn't know what to do, and he forgot to say thank you.

The man didn't think about it so much, and after giving the letter to Minglan, he was about to turn around, but when he was about to jump out of the window to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Minglan.

He looked back suddenly, and at that moment, Minglan's heart skipped a few beats.