After luncheon, the house slaves cleaned up the venue, and the men played with the pitcher.

A group of female dependents walked along the verandah under the leadership of Mrs. Mu, gathered together in twos and threes, and talked quietly.

There are also young girls who stayed in the distance to peek at the pitcher, with a shy face, most of them looked at Song Yingzhao and the fifth prince Song Yingjia.

Mu Zhiling wanted to take advantage of this gap to find a quiet place to sit down.

She really doesn't like such a banquet.

Just wanted to leave, but was stopped by Mu Zhixuan, "Fifth sister, where are you going?" ”

"Sister Xuan, I'm a little unwell and want to find a place to rest."

Mu Zhixuan saw that Mu Zhiling's face was haggard, so she couldn't forcibly leave her behind, so she had to say to Cuiliu behind Mu Zhiling: "Take good care of Miss Five, if you are really unwell, go and ask Imperial Doctor Zhang to take a look for her, don't do anything wrong at this time." He turned around and looked at Mu Zhiling with pity, pinned a strand of hair on her forehead affectionately with his fingertips, and said softly: "Fifth sister, you go back first to rest, today's scene is too chaotic and not good for your body." If you feel better later, come early in the evening to admire the moon, so as not to attract attention for a while. ”

Mu Zhiling nodded lightly and left with Cuiliu.

Mu Zhixuan watched the two leave, turned her head to look at the people who were about to throw the pot, and then looked at the musician on the side, and the corners of her mouth hooked.

She walked straight to a young musician, patted her on the shoulder as she sat down, and then whispered something in the female musician's ear, who nodded obediently away.

Mu Zhixuan smiled at the corner of her mouth and sat down gently. The garnet-red dress spreads out like a giant pomegranate flower. She smiled on her eyelashes, and lowered her eyes to caress the Yaoqin in front of her.

As the ceremony began, the sound of the piano rose melodiously, the sound of the piano was euphemistic but resolute, trickling in, like noble flowing water, bubbling charm.

At this moment, Song Yingzhao turned her head sideways, her eyelashes raised slightly, and when she noticed the person playing the piano, Mu Zhixuan raised her eyes and smiled softly, raised her right hand lightly, and turned her head slightly.

Mu Zhixuan's crystal clear eyes looked at Song Yingzhao without blinking, and suddenly her jade hand was raised, and the water that was originally like a slow-flowing stream suddenly surged into a wave, which was magnificent.

Song Yingzhao narrowed her eyes, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the projection.

He got up first, walked to the shooting seat and sat down, held an arrow in his hand, waved it carelessly, and the arrow fell into the pot, and as the sound of the piano grew louder, he waved his hand more and more powerfully.

The sound of the harp was steep, and the iron kettle was shattered in response.

Song Yingzhao straightened her sleeves and sat back in the banquet.

The people present secretly exclaimed in their hearts, can shatter this iron kettle, how ...... is this little prince

Song Yingzhao ate wine by herself, glanced at Song Yingjia beside her, who was still completely ignoring the surprise of a group of people, and smiled evilly at him,

The fourth master, Mu Zongyao's face turned blue in an instant, he looked at the uncle Mu Zongsheng who was still smiling on the side, his face was pale, and he quickly looked at the old lady Mu who was sitting stiffly like a wooden man, and his fists were clenched.

He couldn't stand it anymore and whispered, "This is just ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zongsheng interrupted him.

Mu Zongsheng said with a smile: "Xiao Wang Ye Zhao is really a young hero, such an amazing talent, I am afraid that I can't find a few in the world today." ”

Mu Zongsheng said that, he ordered his subordinates to take the pitcher again and put it on the stage not far away.

Mu Zongze raised his glass and froze in the air, staring at Song Yingzhao's smiling face, and his deep eyes couldn't see any expression.

The smile on the corner of Mu Zhixuan's mouth became more and more obvious, and her hand stroked the strings again, gently picking them slowly, and the sound of the piano rose again.

Mu Zhiling just walked out of the back garden and said to Cuiliu: "It's really embarrassing for you to let Sister Cuiliu come back so soon, you can go down and rest first." ”

Cuiliu shook her head indifferently and said, "I rarely go home to see it over the years, and my feelings have faded." In fact, the young lady is the most important thing in the hearts of the slaves. ”

Mu Zhiling took her hand when she heard the sound.

Cuiliu is straightforward and fast-talking, and whatever she thinks in her heart, she will say it on her lips.

This is also the reason why Mu Zhiling likes her, although she can't compare to Jin Qiao's cleverness over the years, she has done everything Mu Zhiling commanded with all her heart.

Suddenly, Cuiliu seemed to think of something, and said, "Miss, who did you see when I returned to my hometown this time?" ”

"Who?" Mu Zhiling looked at Cuiliu with some inquiry in her eyes, Cuiliu lived in Yingguo Mansion all the year round, and this time she returned to her hometown only to visit her family, it stands to reason that the people she saw in the countryside should not be known to herself.

But Cuiliu won't talk about it for no reason.

"Cuizhu ......" As soon as Cuiliu's voice fell, Mu Zhiling's hand grabbed her clothes tightly, and looked at Cuiliu with wide eyes.

Cuiliu continued: "The slave maid came to the Guogong Mansion with Cuizhu, but the slave maid didn't know that she was now the same villager as me. When I came home that day, I saw a person who looked very much like her, but when I looked up again, she was gone. And a few days ago, when I was about to come back, I saw her face clearly, but the slave and maid were about to come back that day, so I didn't confirm it. But the slave felt that it was Cuizhu, otherwise how could there be someone in the world who looked so similar. ”

Mu Zhiling's heart was nervous and urgent, and she was a little worried, so she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "She didn't notice you?" Do you remember where she lived? ”

Cuiliu shook her head and said, "I left in a hurry, not to mention that she seemed to be arguing with someone at that time, and she didn't care about looking away...... "Cuiliu thought for a while and continued: "The slave is not sure where she lives, but if you go to find her, it should be easy to find, miss, you want to find her?" ”

Mu Zhiling kept her face calm and made a nasal voice: "Hmm." ”

"What did the young lady do to her...... Yikes! The slave remembered that she was the one who hurt you five years ago, Miss ......"

Mu Zhiling couldn't help laughing because of her stupid appearance, but she didn't forget to say: "Don't be surprised, you keep this matter a secret, and you must not tell anyone to know?" ”

Cuiliu nodded in response.

Mu Zhiling frowned, when Cuizhu sneakily walked out of the Peony Garden, what was the thing in his arms, was it instructed by someone......

I'm afraid that I have to find Cuizhu himself to confront him face to face.

But if it is a light action, I am afraid that it will startle the snake.

Mu Zhiling motioned for Cuiliu to go down to rest, and she walked aimlessly along the verandah.

Unconsciously walked under a small-leaved banyan tree, felt a little tired, and sat on the marble bench next to the tree.

At this time in her previous life, she was standing in the pile of women, and when she saw Song Yingzhao, who was dressed extremely charmingly, her heart was beating wildly.

Mu Zhiling shook her head and sighed.

One heart is crazy once, how can there be a second time?

"How do you sit here alone? Sad face, but unhappy? A gentle voice sounded behind Mu Zhiling, and the sweet fragrance of tea permeated Mu Zhiling's surroundings, making her can't help but turn around.

Mu Zhiling's eyes widened, looking at the person in front of her...

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