Mu Zi only felt that the thick mist in his brain before had dissipated a lot in an instant. If she had such a powerful intelligence system, why didn't she know the power in the capital? With accurate and reliable information, one thing can get twice the result with half the effort!

"Miss needs manpower, just go to these Yiren Pavilions and pick them up!" Mu Bo said to Mu Zi with a smile, paused and continued, "If you want to inquire about any news, you can also send someone directly." ”

Mu Zi sighed and nodded, full of emotion, and finally gathered into a sentence of thanks, "Thank you Mu Bo!" ”

"Where to say! Miss is the only master of Anle Hou Mansion, this is all as it should be, the old slave can't afford to be Miss's thanks! Mu Bo waved his hand helplessly, looking at Mu Zi who was calm and self-contained in front of him, Mu Bo unconsciously missed the young lady in the past, although he was always confused, let these old guys hang a heart every day, lest she be sold one day, but the young lady at that time was really cute, and occasionally coquettishly talked back, where was it so polite now?

However, time changes, and some things will change after all.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, Mu Zi counted the time and it was almost time to go back, thought about it, and asked Mu Bodao, can I take the codex left by my grandfather back to read? ”?

Mu Bo was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "That is what the marquis of the past generations left to the future generations, the young lady is the master of this Anle Hou Mansion, how can not?" ”

Mu Zi smiled slightly, got up with Sister Yuan in her arms, and went to Tibet again, and Mu Bo went to arrange the things to be carried and the car to be driven on the return trip.

Mu Zi only took his grandfather's codex. She has always been down-to-earth, she likes to take things step by step, and the Codex is also intended to start with the most recent, and the mirror left by her great-grandfather...... It's really a bit unpredictable, and Mu Zi doesn't plan to move it.

Before leaving the Hou Mansion, Mu Zi went to see Qingyang again.

The child had his back against three pillows, and his thin body was almost sunk inside. When Mu Zi went, he was drinking porridge stiffly and with difficulty, Mu Sheng's appearance seemed to be very helpless, "At your speed, drink three more sips, this porridge is cold and breathable!" I'll feed you! ”

Qingyang shook his head stubbornly and insisted on doing it himself. Hearing the footsteps outside the door, he raised his eyes and saw that it was Mu Zi, who almost choked, and his movements were a little big and pulled the wound, he just frowned and didn't make any sound.

Seeing that he put down the bowl and was about to get up, Mu Zi hurriedly raised his hand to stop his movements, "You are injured, you don't have to be formal." As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched the bowl, and sure enough, there was only a trace of residual warmth left.

"Is there still hot porridge? Take it and mix it, it's too cold, you are already injured, and you can't eat cold things! Mu Zi handed the bowl to Mu Sheng, and Mu Sheng quickly went to the small stove simmering outside the door to scoop a spoonful of hot porridge, and then stirred it.

In this way, when the green sheep picks up the bowl again, it will not be hot, and the temperature of the porridge is just right.

"Thank you...... Thank you. The child squeezed these two words out of his throat with difficulty, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he didn't dare to look up at Mu Zi.

Mu Zi smiled indifferently, looking at his familiar face, with a hint of tenderness in his voice that he didn't even notice, "Just say whatever you want to eat, you are so thin, you must take care of your body quickly, you don't have to see outside!" ”

Qingyang didn't reply again, and it could be seen that he was a child who was not good at talking. Mu Zi sighed inwardly, what she said was in vain, this child was so quiet that it was distressing.

However, Sister Yuan, who was nesting on the side, made a lot of noise in comparison.