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Needless to say, Mama Liu's worries have always been in her hands.

"Ying'er, what Mama Rong said just now, the news that Luo wants to pass Mu Wenmao to his knees is mostly true, it is inconvenient for me to interfere here, you can find an opportunity to ask a trustworthy slave to deliver this news to the ears of the third aunt."

"Yes, miss." Ying'er replied, and said with a hint of doubt, "It's just that even if we tell the third aunt, I'm afraid it won't help." The third aunt has always been cowardly, although she was born with a good skin, she is not very good at talking, and she does not like the Hou Ye. Even if she is paired with her second aunt, most of them will not be able to please anything. ”

"This is nature."

What kind of character is Zhong's character, everyone in this house knows that she was born with a face like a flower and jade, but she can mix herself into such a miserable situation, which shows how scheming she is.

A person like her can't bear the Luo clan's unscrupulous bastard, plus Mu Qinxue, who has exhausted all the organs, must be even more difficult, not to mention whether she can keep Mu Wenmao or not, most of them even have to pay for themselves.

Mu Yanchun sat for a long time, her body was a little numb, she got up and moved, and said to Ying'er: "The third aunt naturally can't please anything, but I don't need her to fight with Luo or Mu Qinxue, I just need her to stand up and make her stand up." ”

"Ying'er, no matter how weak the third aunt is, she is also a mother. Even if a mother is incompetent, once it comes to her children, she will never hold back as before! ”

"That's what Miss said."

Ying'er thinks so, the third aunt is too soft, she is a soft bun who is bullied in the house, her only reliance in the future is the little master, if even the little master is robbed by Luo, then her future life will be even more difficult.

In addition, Miss Youxuan is not sensible in her personality, and she has added a lot of blockages to the third aunt's heart, and there are some things that even she, as a subordinate, feels aggrieved when she sees it, and the third aunt can endure it.

But......

"Miss, no matter how you say this, it's a matter in the courtyard of the second aunt and the third aunt, even if the second aunt passes the little master to her knees, it has nothing to do with us. It doesn't have any impact on us, the prince is still the prince, and you are still Miss Yan, if you want to meddle in this matter, I'm afraid it's not very good, right? ”

"On the bright side, nature has nothing to do with us......

Mu Yanchun rubbed his arm, his eyes heavy.

But I'm afraid that Mu Qinxue secretly fought not only Mu Wenmao's idea, Jing'an Houfu has been sparse in recent years, since Mu Boyong's generation, there are only four rooms left, and the rest are either sick and weak and die, or die early, and the remaining brothers are also scarce.

Only Mu Boyong's vein is still good, and he gave birth to three sons and six daughters, because the lone seedling in the second room fell off the horse and died when he was young, Mu Boyong was worried that the second room would become a dead house, and he was afraid that people would laugh at him for treating his brothers badly behind his back, and there were some bad rumors, so he passed the second son born to the second room.

Later, because the fifth sister was sick and weak, he was worried that she would die early, so he followed the advice of the third uncle and sent the fifth daughter to the nunnery to raise, and now her body is much better, but Mu Boyong never mentioned that he wanted to take her back to the house, as if he forgot that he still had such a daughter.

Calculated like this, it is clear that there are only two heirs who can inherit Mu Boyong's bloodline, and there are only two brothers, Mu Jinlin and Mu Wenmao.

Since Luo chose Mu Wenmao, it also means that Mu Jinlin is a stumbling block for them. If Mu Jinlin accidentally had an accident, he would be stupid, or he would be ...... He's dead?

That Mu Boyong had to stand up for Wen Mao, and at that time, Luo's mother, as his mother, naturally had to sit in the position that originally belonged to the Tang family.

Mu Yanchun really doesn't want to be as sinister and complicated as people's thoughts, but in this world for many years, every rule and rule is telling her that if she doesn't speculate about others with the worst thoughts, others will use the most vicious means against herself.

What she did was just to protect herself.

"If you want to meddle in this matter, you must not be able to do it openly, otherwise my father will not be able to get over his face, and we will not be able to live in the future, do everything secretly, and don't let people find out."

"Yes."

The cicadas outside the window chirped, making people unable to live in peace for a moment, the scorching sun was like fire, and the cooking made people sweat profusely.

Mu Jinlin sat in front of the window with a book in his hand, without even a hint of wind, only annoyed by the sound of cicadas. A few small guys outside were sticking to the cicadas with sticky rods against the scorching sun, but unfortunately it had little effect.

"Master, are you tired? Why don't you take a break? The slave and maid fan you. A slap-faced willow-eyebrowed, slender little girl walked in with vegetables and fruits, put the fruit plate in front of Mu Jinlin, and asked softly.

Mu Jinlin glanced at her and shook his head, "Xiangxi, no need, you can go down and rest." ”

The little maid called Xiangxi raised her eyebrows and eyes, her delicate eyes dimmed, and her jade feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, motionless.

"Master, if it's hot today, and there is no ice in the courtyard, you stay here all the time, what if it's stuffy?" She bit her lip and lowered her head timidly, her eyes full of grievances.

"It's fine." Mu Jinlin shook his head, "I'm not a three-year-old child now, how can I be exhausted so easily?" ”

He glanced at the little guys outside again, and sighed, "It's quite hot outside, so let's call them in, lest the cicadas don't stick to a few and be hot for no reason." ”

Xiangxi glanced at him softly with a pair of beautiful eyes, with a slight smile on her expression, her grandfather has always been considerate, she has known it since she was a child.

She sent a little girl outside to call those little girls back, and asked someone to bring them cold soup, and after everything was done, she moved back to the master's room. As soon as I entered, I saw my grandfather frowning, rubbing his forehead in distress, looking extremely struggling.

"Dongyun, you go down first, I'll accompany you."

Xiangxi naturally took over the work in the hands of the scholar Dongyun, and was extremely skilled in studying ink for Mu Jin.

"Whoa! Sister Xiangxi, you have worked hard. The scholar bowed respectfully, and then withdrew.

While looking at the thick black ink, she asked softly, "What happened to you these days?" It looks like he's angry. Is it that Xiangxi did something bad and made Ye angry? ”

Mu Jinlin was slightly stunned, not understanding why she asked like this.