Aunt Zhang's heart trembled, can't it be counted like this? So what? She subconsciously turned her head to look at the old lady.

The old lady was also upset, and she had the impression that this son had never questioned her so mercilessly as she did today!

In the past, no matter how much she rubbed Zhao Ziyue, this son was at most reluctant to talk to her with a cold face.

Could it be that this time it was not Mu Xiaofeng who was wrong, but Aunt Zhang?

This thought was immediately and resolutely denied in her heart. Aunt Zhang is not wrong, there is a clear charter in the mansion that stipulates which class of minions do what they do, if everyone is like Mu Xiaofeng who is blindly commanding, the mansion will not be completely chaotic.

After thinking about it, the old lady felt that she was right, and Aunt Zhang, who she was trying her best to maintain, was not wrong, and the culprit was Mu Xiaofeng, who was pretending to be well-behaved and sensible in front of her.

Thinking of this, the old lady suddenly felt justified. She stiffened her face, her eyes were very unfriendly, she swept Mu Xiaofeng, and asked Mu Tianda with her breath, "Then what do you want to calculate?" ”

"Zhao's mother who set the fire is dead." Speaking of this, the old lady couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she heard that Mother Zhao was torn alive into countless petals in the middle of the night.

Mu Tianda snorted coldly, that evil slave - it's cheap for her to die! If she was still alive, he would have to let her taste the flames.

He looked at the quiet girl on the side with inquiring eyes, this daughter seemed to have grown up overnight, and her heart was also very big.

She took Ziyue to Fenglin Ju to recuperate, she must have other plans, it is better to listen to her opinion first.

I have to say that Mu Tianda still knows his daughter quite well.

Mu Xiaofeng looked at him, blinked, and whispered to himself, "I really don't want to have that kind of slave in my yard who doesn't treat the master as the master, and dares to secretly set fire to a dissatisfied person, it feels terrible to think about it." If there were such people in Fenglinju, my mother and I probably wouldn't be able to sleep well at night. ”

Mu Tianda looked at the person who was muttering a little helplessly, and knew in her heart that she was only afraid that she would make up her mind early in the morning.

"Aunt Zhang is seriously derelict in her responsibilities," Mu Tianda said slowly, her cold eyes swept over Aunt Zhang, who was pale, and finally landed on the old lady's face, "In the future, my yard and Fenglin Residence will be taken care of by the eldest lady Mu Xiaofeng herself." ”

The old lady frowned and subconsciously retorted, "How can this work?" How could she, a girl who had never been in charge of a house, take on such a heavy responsibility. ”

Mu Tianda looked at the old lady with a solemn face, and said unhurriedly, "No one is born with it, but now she is just letting her learn to be a housekeeper, and she is only in charge of two courtyards." ”

"Mother's worry is reasonable," he paused, looked at the old lady with a blank face full of disapproval, and said unusually insistingly, "But she doesn't understand, isn't there still Ziyue by the side to guide her?" Besides, she is almost in time, and if she marries a daughter-in-law in the future, she will have to be in charge of the family sooner or later. In this case, she should have learned to be a housekeeper earlier. ”

In order to achieve her daughter's wishes, Mu Tianda didn't care that Mu Xiaofeng was on the spot, and he was not afraid to say things that would make the girl shy to let her marry.

In fact, Mu Xiaofeng has absolutely no feelings about getting married, and her mind is not on these words at all, and she can't even find a shy shadow on her pretty face.

Mu Tianda saw that her face was calm, and his heart was both comforted and distressed.

This daughter did not show the shyness that a girl should have, also because he was irresponsible and put the burden on her immature shoulders before.

The old lady looked at Mu Tianda, whose eyes were cold and his face was resolute and non-negotiable, and then looked at the kind white jade Guanyin on the table, and was beating a drum in her heart.

Seeing Aunt Zhang's panicked face, she glanced at her again and again, seeing this appearance, the old lady was annoyed for no reason, and simply turned her head and ignored Aunt Zhang's gesture.

Mu Tianda saw that the old lady was calm and silent, and only acquiesced in what he said just now when she was not happy. Only then did her face turn a little pale, as for Aunt Zhang, who opened her mouth several times to speak, he frowned and swept over with cold eyes, and Aunt Zhang immediately lowered her head in fear, and no longer dared to open her mouth to fight for her rights.

"Mother is also tired, it is better to rest first, and my son will come to see you another day." After Mu Tianda said this indifferently, he nodded at the old lady, and beckoned Mu Xiaofeng to leave with him.

Mu Xiaofeng took away half of Aunt Zhang's housekeeping rights, and she didn't speak countlessly, before she promised that Mu Tianda would send ginseng soup over and return to Fenglinju, she immediately arranged this matter.

Away from the palace, in the corner of the garden in the glazed eaves pavilion.

The man in brocade sat at the white jade round table, holding a white piece in his left hand and a black seed in his right hand, and placed it on the chessboard on the round table one by one.

His movements are like flowing water, whether he is twisting or falling chess, he is indescribably elegant. The perfectly contoured face is slightly downward, the two eyebrows that seem to be feathers are flying obliquely, the thick eyelashes are hidden underneath, and the starry eyes turn a little light from time to time.

The left-handed and right-handed games are equal, but seeing that his movements are not sluggish and his eyebrows are calm, it is obvious that no matter his chess skills or state of mind, he has reached an extremely detached indifference.

Zhang Hua stood sideways next to the right pillar in the front of the pavilion, looking at the man inside with picturesque eyebrows, seeing him calmly and indifferently playing chess and arguing about art, which is more beautiful than fairyland.

It's as if that table with a game of black and white chess pieces is the whole world.

He is indifferent and calm in this world, there is no human **, there is no greed, hatred, hatred, hatred, and resentment, and one pavilion is a quiet world beyond the red dust.

Winning or losing is not half of the killing anger, and Meiyu has no joy, anger and sorrow.

Zhang Hua's heart suddenly hurt, but he didn't dare to disturb when he stood outside, nor did he want to disturb the indifferent and quiet world inside.

After a long time, it seemed that the sky had turned from brilliant to dark, and the last white piece finally fell gently from the man's left hand.

Chu Lige glanced outside the pavilion, the cloud sleeves were like a breeze blowing across the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces quietly returned to their original positions. He stood up, his hands folded. Tilting his head slightly, watching the clear water splash down from the rockery, a yellow leaf floating on the water surface and meandering with the water.

He stared at the yellow leaves that seemed to be wandering with the waves, slightly distracted.

Zhang Hua took a breath and took a step to look at his back and stand up straight.

"Master, Yan or Shi carefully set up a bureau to show grace to Mrs. Mu, and now she is regarded as a guest by Mrs. Mu, and she is led to the outer courtyard of Mufu to recuperate from the injury of her broken leg."

Thinking of the results of the previous investigation, Zhang Hua's mood was also like the dark sky above his head, a little depressed. The cats and dogs beside Miss Mu, as long as the master feels that it is an eyesore, he is obliged to be a scavenger as a subordinate.

Who knew that the man suddenly disappeared without a trace before he started, and now he suddenly appeared out of thin air and became a guest of honor.

This incident really made him feel unprecedented shame.

"Please make it clear."

Assassination or laissez-faire depends on the master's words.

Chu Lige was still watching the yellow leaves flowing with the water, and Zhang Hua was listening to it, but he didn't take it to heart. Yan or Shi is such a small person, if he is not related to her, he is not worthy of hearing that name at all.

A little person with no background has designed one after another to try to climb the Mu Mansion with a Ministry of Works, Yan or Shi's purpose is very clear, and the motive is easy to understand.

Now that he was sure of the woman's value to him, he felt it was necessary to keep the bold and self-proclaimed clever woman in a sense of crisis all the time, so that she would not become stupid because she had been in a comfortable environment for a long time.

That man, it seems now, is barely half a talent.

He wasn't worried that the woman would suffer, after all, as early as the Big Buddha Temple, that woman knew Yan or Shi's true face, and even knew that there were many cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods in her house.

If she can't even cope with this little thing, she doesn't deserve him to waste his energy to pay attention, let alone live - to live.

After a long time, the man shook his wide cloud sleeves, and his gaze looked a little deep from the yellow leaves. He turned around slowly, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Hua, and said lightly without a trace of emotion, "Stay." ”

Zhang Hua should be, but surprise flashed in his eyes.

I hope that Miss Mu will know that her master connived at leaving a scourge in Mu Mansion in the future, and she will not slap the table with a roar and break off her friendship with her master.

In fact, compared with the "ruthlessness" of the master, the red face in Mrs. Mu is simply ......, Zhang Hua shook his head slightly, and cut off his thoughts to continue to think deeply.

Mu Xiaofeng thought that after the incident of Suxitang's seizure of power from Aunt Zhang that day, the old lady would not want to see her again for at least a short period of time.

But she was wrong, but two days later, the old lady tirelessly sent someone to Fenglinju to pass her to Suxi Hall.

"You don't think about my fine red ginseng here, do you?" Mu Xiaofeng shook his head and muttered, greeted Qingruo, and went to Suxi Hall.

When I arrived at Suxi Hall, I found that Mu Tianda was already sitting next to the old lady's left head, and Mu Mingyue, who was usually there, was nowhere to be seen.

Hiding the strange look in her eyes, the girl walked in slowly, and looked at the old lady who was sitting on the Nanmu circle chair at the head of the head, "I've seen the old lady, I've seen my father." ”

The old lady's eyelids lifted slightly, and the original faint smile on the old face was even fainter after seeing her. The old lady glanced at her quietly and didn't speak, Mu Tianda saw this, and immediately smiled gently, "Xiaoxiao is here." ”

Mu Xiaofeng was very obedient, and when she saw the ceremony, she spontaneously went to sit down next to Mu Tianda, the old lady didn't want to see her, she wouldn't go to the old lady's side without eyes.

The old lady wanted to beckon her to sit next to her, so as to show her closeness, but she didn't want to just stretch out her hand, and saw her sitting next to Mu Tianda with a well-behaved and sticky face. Her brows immediately furrowed, and she couldn't pretend to be warm anymore when she saw her, and after thinking about it, she said, "The soup you boiled that day was excellent." ”

Mu Xiaofeng listened calmly and obediently, the old lady would not praise her for no reason, and it was definitely a request for a person who hated herself to say words of praise against her will.

The so-called courtesy to others, there must be something to ask for, and it is a person like the old lady.

Seeing that she didn't talk, the old lady had to be impatient, and continued to talk to herself, "After drinking the soup you sent, I feel much better. ”

Mu Xiaofeng stood up, lowered his head slightly, and said with sincere fear, "It is our blessing that the old lady is in good health. ”

Want to lure her into agreeing to boil the ginseng soup and send it back? There are no doors.

The old lady choked, half angry at Mu Xiaofeng's appearance of not eating oil and salt, she glanced at her indifferent son next to her, knowing that he refused to speak for herself, she frowned and had to hold back her anger.

He added, "After Yan Gongzi drank the soup, his complexion was much better. ”