For the next scene, Mu Fushu did not have the appetite to continue to stay and admire. The appearance of the three trebuchets and explosives bags out of thin air was still very eye-catching, so after the city gate was opened, she asked to go back because it was too hot and had a headache, and Saburo naturally followed.

What made her heart palpitate was that Cui Yuanqi actually followed.

She has an excellent impression of Cui Yuanqi, and she also has preconceived premises.

She already knew in advance that this person was likely to be Yang Weiai's father, and after seeing it with her own eyes, she was even more certain, because she was actually a little similar to him, although it was not obvious, but someone with a heart could definitely see it. In addition, Cui Yuanqi was designed, and there has been no marriage match since then, Mu Fushu sympathized with him at a certain time.

In terms of age, Cui Yuanqi is several years younger than Yang Weiai's mother, a teenager was designed to do such a thing, I can't say that there is a shadow in my heart, and not being married is probably the reason for that incident.

Cui Yuanqi only took two people who were waiting for him to follow Mu Fushu back to the Wen Mansion on the grounds that he was also a little uncomfortable.

Mu Fushu looked at him with a smile on his face, not to mention that his face was full of red light, and his face was also excellent, where was he uncomfortable? After walking for so long, there is not even sweat on the head, unlike her and San Lang, who have been busy on the city tower for so long, both of them are gray and sweaty, and their clothes are dirty, not much better than beggars.

Along the way, Cui Yuanqi just shook the fan in his hand and followed behind Mu Fushu and San Lang, Mu Fushu only felt that a cool breeze was coming, and there was actually a faint smell of smoke. When he encountered a turn, Mu Fushu peeked back at him, and always saw him smiling leisurely, as if the whole world was not in his eyes, and the smile was light and light.

This cheap grandpa is so scary!

Mu Fushu has a strong defensive mentality, she has taken a psychologist's class and has also been treated by a psychiatrist, she still has a little understanding of human psychology, and her intuition seems to be very difficult to tell her Cui Yuanqi.

Wang's father and son mean that Cui Yuanqi only knows that he is designed but doesn't know who the other party is, but what does he look like now...... How can you be kind to Mu Fushu? What does this mean?

Mu Fushu trembled twice, San Lang hurriedly grabbed her hand and whispered, "What's wrong?" But the sweat soaked the clothes, and the cold wind blew a little cold? ”

Mu Fushu saw the fan in Cui Yuanqi's hand with sharp eyes and paused, and the smile on his face stopped abruptly as if it had been struck by thunder.

Holding back a laugh, Mu Fushu hurriedly shook his head. I don't know if San Lang was intentional or unintentional, anyway, Cui Yuanqi's fan never fanned her again......

San Lang also felt as if he had made a mistake, based on his care and love for his eldest mother, he still pulled her forward quickly, and felt that it was better to go home and change clothes.

When they arrived at Wenfu, their own housekeepers came out to greet Cui Yuanqi, and Mu Fushu and San Lang were greeted by Chunmian and Chunlai who were waiting at the door to bathe.

Half an hour later, Mu Fushu sat on the couch refreshingly, and Chunmian behind her was helping her wipe her hair. Now her hair has grown to the waist, and it is difficult to dry it after washing it once, but fortunately she used a hair dryer to blow it half-dry in the space, and after she came out, she called Chunmian to help her wipe her hair.

Before figuring out Cui Yuanqi's purpose, Mu Fushu planned to delay as much as he could, at least wait until someone else was present to see him.

After Chunmian dried her hair and combed her hair in a bun, Saburo Shi Shiran came in. He had also taken a bath, his hair was scattered, and he had changed into a lilac wide-sleeved robe, with a purple-gold rope belt tied around his waist, and a light blue purse hung on it, and a cluster of tall and emerald jade bamboos was embroidered on the corner of the purse.

The belt and purse are all made by Mu Fushu himself.

San Lang walked to the dressing table and looked at Mu Fushu and smiled, no matter how stupid Chunmian was, he knew that it was not suitable for him to stay in the house at the moment, so he decisively picked up the teapot and went out to make tea.

Mu Fushu pulled him to the dressing table and sat down, touched his hair, it was almost dry, so he took a comb to help him comb his hair, combed it over and over again, helped him braid two pigtails from the left and right, tied a bunch on the top of his head, and found a hosta in the box to fix it. smiled toothily at Saburo in the brass mirror: "Okay! ”

At this time, most of the young men tied their hair in half and wore it in half, and Mu Fushu felt that the weather was too hot, and it was really uncomfortable for his hair to be scattered, so he helped him comb it all and coil it into a bun.

San Lang touched his hair, knowing that the whole dish was up, he didn't say anything, pulled Mu Fushu back to the table, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, do you know anything about the Cui family master?" ”

Mu Fushu also nodded: "I also don't think it's quite right, he looks at me with the same eyes as Grandpa." ”

San Lang chuckled: "The head of the Cui family is not a stupid person, he has not married for so many years, I am afraid that he has already guessed that person was the first queen back then." ”

Mu Fushu never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients, and nodded when he heard it: "I think it looks like it too." Did he not marry because he liked the first queen? ”

San Lang laughed and scratched Mu Fushu's nose: "Silly boy, how can there be such a thing?" At that time, the head of the Cui family was younger than me, and when he encountered this kind of thing, he only felt humiliated and ashamed, and he fell seriously ill after returning to Qinghe, and then traveled abroad for three years, during which he did not pass through Chang'an and Qinghe. More than three years later, the former head of the family fell ill, and he went back. Less than half a year later, the head of the family passed away, and he took over as the head of the family, and kept filial piety for the former head of the family for three years, and then his mother died, and kept filial piety for another three years. When he was twenty-five years old, the clansmen wanted to kiss him, but he politely refused, and then he spent it year by year, and after he was thirty years old, it coincided with the usurpation of the throne by the Wang family, and he led the whole clan to retreat to Qinghe, and the relatives were extinct. ”

Mu Fushu propped his chin and said, "Then where do you say he saw that the person who had a spring breeze with him was the first queen?" ”

San Lang heard Mu Fushu say "Spring breeze once", couldn't help pinching her nose, and laughed and scolded in a low voice: "What kind of spring breeze once, you little lady is embarrassed to say this!" ”

Mu Fushu wrinkled his little nose: "What a little lady, I'm a strange aunt!" ”

When it comes to age, San Lang always feels that he is a little shorter, and he said helplessly: "We only say this in private, but we can't let others hear it, others will say that my aunt didn't teach you well." ”

Mu Fushu shrugged: "This world is chaotic like this, and only those so-called families still maintain the so-called family rules. Look at the Wen family, they can't even eat, and they have to pay attention to integrity. ”

San Lang Zhengse said: "The head can be broken, and the integrity cannot be lost!" ”

All right! Mu Fushu sighed and was defeated by him.

In her previous life, soldiers from many countries went to war, and surrendered after a slight defeat. Just kidding, nothing is as important as your own life. Without you, a country will not perish, but your family may be ruined. Mu Fushu doesn't like to give up the small self to complete the big self, she is also very knowledgeable about current affairs, cough cough, except for the time when she was cheaper Uncle Mary, how strict the consequences were! I'm so unsure that I'm dying in vain!

Of course, when she got here, Mu Fushu didn't feel that she was losing, but she got more, she felt that this was her luck, a little cabbage that was so bitter in her previous life (is it really sauce purple?) ), Dad doesn't love my mother, what do I want now, my mother's stepfather's adoptive father's grandfather and grandmother (of course, it's not the best of the Mu family).

Mu Fushu feels that his life is complete! If the thirty years of loneliness in her previous life were for the happiness of this life, she wanted to shout: Isn't it more bitter for Mao in her previous life? In this life, happiness comes more violently!

Inch by inch, that's what you mean, dear?

Mu Fushu sorted out his thoughts, hehe smirked and took the tea poured to her by Chunmian, who came in silently, took a sip and spit it out, and said with a bitter face: "Chunmian, what kind of tea is this?" ”

Is the hair salty, bitter and spicy?

Chunmian knelt on the ground in fright and said: "This is the best tea that the chief manager has brought over, and the tea maker is the tea doctor in the house, and it is said that the tea master he brewed praises it!" ”

Mu Fushu was speechless and held his forehead: "Get up." ”

She has been drinking the tea in her own space, forgetting that the tea of this era is like this, adding all kinds of spices, it is not much different from boiling soup, just put lard and chives.

San Lang couldn't help laughing, and persuaded Chunmian with kind words, telling her to go down and change her clothes--most of the tea that Mu Fushu had sprayed on her clothes.

Mu Fushu also reacted, took out a silver bracelet and put it on Chunmian's hand, apologized to her softly, and walked out with Chunmian in tears of fright.

Mu Fushu sighed and said: "I just can't see such a little girl serving people, such a big child in our place is still in school, known as the flower of the motherland, who dares to use such a young child to do child labor will go to prison." ”

The teacup in Saburo's hand was also put down, and he couldn't get used to drinking this tea! Seeing that Mu Fu was a little depressed, he knocked on the table and said, "Didn't we say okay?" Do you have to take your time? You remember, I always listen to you, and whatever you say is what you say. Pour two glasses of juice first, shall you? I'm thirsty. ”

Mu Fushu took out a large pot of juice, and the two drank half a pot, and San Lang saw that she was in love, so he said in a low voice: "What kind of child labor did you just say, although I also think what you said is good, but everyone is used to this, and these people are all family slaves, and there are also people who live without money and are sold, they are all slaves, and they have been serving people all their lives, which master have you ever seen who is unwilling to let people serve and let them go to school?" ”

Mu Fushu also knew that he was in a hurry, and he was cautious when he came here at the beginning, for fear of being seen different, and he kept telling himself that what he had to do was to integrate into this era. It's just that after meeting Saburo, I was spoiled and forgot my original intention, and with something as anti-heaven as space, I felt that I had the strength to look down on the world.

In fact, this kind of thing is not unheard of in previous lives, is there really no child labor? It's just a joke! The Datong world in my mind may not be able to exist in a few thousand years, so why be hypocritical!

After figuring it out, Mu Fushu felt that San Lang was a good man, and he didn't refute it in person when he was excited, but waited for his feelings to be stable and reasonable, which was worthy of his own adjustment and teaching for so many years......

A good man just wants carrots and sticks! Mu Fushu was happy, leaned into San Lang's ear and whispered: "Come over in the middle of the night tonight, I'll make you something to eat." ”

San Lang heard the strings and sang the elegant meaning, hugged her and stole a incense.

As for Cui Yuanqi or something, who still remembers him! R1152