“…… Then, I secretly glanced inside--" Chunxi said to Ji Hongxiang while cleaning the courtyard neatly, and occasionally looked in the direction of the courtyard, "but I didn't see anything." I came out after putting my meal down, and then I heard a little sound on and off. When it was completely quiet, I went in and put away my plates. ”

Ji Hongxiang also held a broom in her hand, and she swept the dirt chips, grass stalks, and some black bird feathers on the ground into a pile, while listening attentively to Chunxi talking about the situation of delivering meals to Mu An today.

Speaking of Mu An's brother, she had only met him once when she was very young, and she saw him squatting on the ground silently fiddling with the stones from a distance, and he didn't say a word all day.

At that time, Mu An was eight years old, but he could still only say a few words, and he just stayed in his courtyard lifeless every day, and he didn't even get a tear from the news of his mother's death.

The subordinates in the mansion often say in private that Young Master Mu An is actually a fool.

Later, for some reason, when he was twelve years old, he suddenly breathed into his body, his spiritual power was rioting, and he went insane, and he actually beat a personal maid to death. And all this Ji Hong's makeup is also passed on by the audience, and everyone spreads more and more mysterious, and then no one is willing to serve him closely! Fortunately, although Mu Chongyun didn't pamper this sister-in-law much, he didn't treat him badly, and assigned him a remote Jing'an Courtyard to cultivate, and gave him two rough servants.

Mu An is in a safe corner here, but the servants and maids who have served him will still talk in private: for example, he has a strange temperament, for example, he will suddenly go crazy, and for example, he will sometimes be quiet and not like a living person......

The servant of flowing water, the master of iron. A wave of servants came and went, and came and went, only the master of Jing'an Courtyard was silent and silent as Ji Hongxiang had seen at the beginning......

"You would never have imagined! The tableware used by Na Mu'an was neatly arranged! It's as if the position of the chopsticks hasn't even been moved! I was so scared that I almost thought the food was gone! Chunxi said, interrupting Ji Hong's distant thoughts, she said with her eyebrows fluttering: "How can such an organized person be that kind of idiot with a strange temperament!" I'm really curious about what this young master looks like, but it's a pity...... Ah Guiqian told him not to do superfluous things, otherwise he would ......"

Ji Hongxiang smiled: "Naturally, the rumors can't be fully believed. If Mu An was really a fool, then the elders of the split family this time would not choose him anyway! The person who secretly revealed his tone to you, how could he let you come to work under the name of this young master? ”

When Chunxi heard this, he blushed slightly, and said, "Red makeup...... You—How do you know...... I thought, I thought you'd think this was what I thought of myself......"

Ji Hongxiang shook her head with a smile: "You probably think that Mu An is the son of the head of the family, no matter what, the Zong family will also give face, right?" ”

In fact, that's exactly what everyone thinks. The Mu family has been in Yucheng for ten years, and the Zong family has always had secret support, plus the Zong family personally sent elders to select the sons of the Zong family this time, which made everyone firmly believe in the status of the Yucheng family, in addition to secretly wanting to climb the high branches, there is also a faint sense of superiority.

But in Ji Hongxiang's opinion, all this is too vain.

Mortals don't know the huge gap between the monks, but Ji Hongxiang, who has been cultivating for many years, can understand: There are many monks in the Mu family who have built the foundation, and the patriarch is even more Jindan cultivation, just a separate family, and the one who cultivates to the highest is only in the middle stage of foundation building. It's just a little bit of attention.

Therefore, the only thing that can really make the Zong family look at it differently is a few more extremely talented children. Mu Qingyuan is naturally one. In addition to her, the highest cultivation is Mu Xiaoming of the side lineage, who has been cultivating for ten years and refining qi at the seventh level; And Mu An is even more talented than him, Mu An introduced qi into his body at the age of twelve, and he has been at the sixth level of qi refining in three years.

Mu Qingyuan and Mu An are Mu Chongyun's biggest bargaining chips, and the supply of resources within three years depends on this.

As soon as she heard Chunxi say that she would choose someone who accompanied her, she had already thought of Mu An for the first time, but she still had doubts about Mu An's temperament.

As for why Mu Chongyun didn't focus on cultivating Mu An...... Ji Hongxiang frowned, but she had no way of knowing, so she could only guess that the problem was probably Mu An.

Although everyone's speculation is different, the result is not wrong: Mu Anding will definitely be chosen.

Chunxi said: "Ah Gui is the master's personal servant, he knows some things, he told me that Mu An will be selected, and said, in fact, Mu An is also very good to serve, a little stupid but always keep to himself, as long as he doesn't mess with his things casually and interfere with his behavior." ”

She didn't know what she thought, and she was a little puzzled: "Agui also said that we just need to treat him as a piece of wood and deliver meals on time...... I don't know how Na Mu'an has lived after so many years, and I don't know what kind of green-faced fangs he looks......"

Ji Hongxiang remembered the little silent back back then, and thought that it seemed that since three years ago, Mu An had never appeared in front of people again. I didn't feel a lot of things back then, but now when I think about it, I feel a little pity in my heart.

Chunxi licked her lips, feeling a little dry and hungry, she said hello to Red Makeup and decided to go to the kitchen to see if there were any leftover pastries.

Only Ji Hongxiang was left alone in the courtyard. She didn't bother to sweep it anymore, and was about to put the broom back when suddenly a gust of wind rose.

The wind was fierce, and all at once it rolled up the pile of garbage she had just gathered and scattered in all directions!

It's so annoying!

When the wind stopped, she had to sweep the scattered garbage one by one.

A white piece of paper splattered with ink spots appeared in front of him.

She was stunned for a moment: it seemed that ...... You didn't have this thing when you cleaned it just now?

She bent down to pick it up, but a white hand picked up the paper faster than she did.

The five fingers are long, and the muscles are like white jade.

One can't help but look at the beauty of the owner of this hand.

But she was stunned.

Not the fair woman she imagined, but a delicate teenager.

The breeze blew away the long broken hair on his forehead, revealing his countenance.

If Mu Yinxi is handsome, cold and solemn, like a shining sword, then this young man is the bright white moon, the jasper flawless.

But look at his green silk moving, his face is like spring, the color is peach and plum, his complexion is like pearls and jade, and his eyes are bright like paint.

With such a charm and style, it is like a fairy among the gods.

As the moving poem says:

There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding.

The boy clutched the paper in his hand, inadvertently glanced at her, and quickly looked away.

At that moment, the light in his eyes was like a spark.

It is the only spark in the night.

Ji Hongxiang saw his lips move slightly.

But she didn't hear anything.

Maybe he said something, or maybe he didn't.

He lowered his eyes, the paper in his hand tightened, and his other hand pinched the corner of his clothes uncomfortably.

At this time, Ji Hongxiang realized that the white paper was not accidentally splashed with ink spots, but intricate black dots drawn by someone, which looked disorganized and did not know its meaning.

Ji Hongxiang had already guessed his identity.

But what she couldn't guess was that the graffiti on the messy white paper was the number of Luo Shu that countless people were puzzled by.

Sensing his uneasiness, she lowered her voice and said, "It is estimated that it was blown by the wind, you can use a paperweight next time." ”

The boy nodded, and turned to leave. He walked fast, as if he were fleeing.

At that moment, she felt that he was so lonely.