Mu Xing'er naturally knew that Yu Jiaodie was teaching her how to forget all this, but she really couldn't do it, as long as she closed her eyes every day, all she saw was Mu Wenran's face with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, as if to tell her how stupid she was doing all this.

"Don't!" I don't know how many nights it was, Mu Xing'er was awakened by a nightmare, and sat up in a cold sweat, the obscene clothes behind her back had already been soaked.

She hugged her knees tremblingly, looked at the sky outside before it was bright, and kept comforting herself in her heart.

Mu Wenran always worked against her when she was there, and what her mother said was right, these were all troubles she found herself! She just removed this stumbling block on the road for her future glory and wealth!

The sky slowly uncolored, and the clouds on the horizon had just been trimmed with gold, and in the distance there was a sound of gongs striking from somewhere in the street.

The post was handed to the guards in Jing Anyao's mansion, and the man left in a hurry.

Zhuying quickly handed over the letter to Jing Anyao, who just glanced at it, and asked Zhuying to take Mu Wenran and Mu Ziyan to the mansion to discuss things.

It was the first time for Mu Ziyan to enter such a luxurious mansion, and he was somewhat restrained, so he was reluctant to go, but Jing Anyao specially asked people to tell him that this matter was related to the important matter in their hearts, and he pondered that it might be about the third room, so for the sake of his sister, he reluctantly nodded and agreed.

Entering the mansion, Mu Wenran was tightly held by Mu Ziyan, and walked quickly to the pavilion by the lake, and saw an extremely pleasing picture from a distance.

Against the backdrop of the rippling lotus lake, Jing Anyao wore a cyan python robe, the hair crown was neatly combed, and he simply pulled a bun, and the few strands of hair falling from his ears had an indescribable temptation, which set off his handsome face with a sense of charm.

His slender fingers held a fine brush, which seemed to be gentle, but the pen was extremely advantageous, and the words were written very strongly, Mu Ziyan stood behind him and looked at it for a long time, and he couldn't help sighing, Mr. really wrote an excellent hand.

"The news that only came this morning, the father of the patrol Sima returned to the west, and I am looking for you in a hurry, don't blame." Jing Anyao put down the brush in his hand with a light smile and said the same thing with the two of them.

"Sima's father is dead? What are you asking us for this? We don't dare to cry and mourn. The corners of Mu Wenran's mouth twitched, and he rubbed his temples helplessly.

The person came in such a hurry, what a big deal did she think it was, what did she ask to do if she couldn't do anything with Sima and her?

"Could it be that Lord Sima asked the attendees to bring their family members, and you want me to pretend to be your family members with my sister?" Mu Ziyan tilted his head, seemed to think carefully for a long time, and finally came up with a reason that seemed very appropriate.

The two sisters and brothers glanced at each other, and they both felt that what the other party said made sense, Jing Anyao couldn't help but feel like laughing in her heart, and her eyes swirled back and forth between this pair of baby sisters and brothers.

Sure enough, what kind of sister there is, there must be what kind of younger brother.

"If I'm not mistaken, your family has three rooms, and the head of your family is in the coffin business." He looked at the reply on the table, the ink handwriting was already dry, reached out and took it and shook it, handed it to the bamboo shadow on the side, and reminded the two of them by the way.

Mu Wenran's good-looking eyebrows furrowed, as if he vaguely guessed what Jing Anyao was going to do. "So, you're going to get down from the coffin."

"I don't have that much ability, I'm weak, I can't lift my hands, I can't carry my shoulders, how can I do it to that bulky coffin, you can't help but think too much." Jing Anyao said very shamelessly, raised his hand, and looked at his bony hand thoughtfully.

This guy's face is really comparable to the city wall, and looking at it, I don't know that I really think there's something going on.

Mu Wenran and Mu Ziyan looked at each other, secretly slandered themselves, and stuck out their tongues.

"It's just that this dead man, if something happens in this coffin, I don't know if God is responsible...... Or someone else. Jing Anyao nodded to the bamboo shadow where the post was put away, and the bamboo shadow instantly received the order, and left the house to deliver the letter with light skills.

Oh? Mu Wenran's eyes lit up, and his smile instantly spread on his face, from the appearance of holding his arms to watch a good show just now, he instantly changed his attitude, and poured a glass of water for Jing Anyao very doggedly, and gave it to him with both hands, looking at him with a blank eye. "Gongzi An, I know the most ideas, I have a way to teach you, but I don't want you to be a mold for me."

Jing Anyao was not fooled, and looked at her gloomily showing a row of snow-white teeth. "There are so many people in my house, for you to drive, but this son is delicate and frail, if something goes wrong, you can be responsible for the end, I am willing to give it a try."

Mu Wenran looked at him, stopped talking for a while, stretched out his clove tongue, licked the slightly dry tea, and raised his head rather angrily to drink it. "Forget it, let's try it with anyone."

"Oh? Miss Mu seemed to be afraid of something. ”

"Don't play these tricks on me, I don't know you yet, after I get the needle, if you are careful, you can naturally say that you are sick if there is no problem."

Mu Wenran turned around proudly and patted his chest at the crowd around him. "Whoever is willing to come to test the needle, you Gongzi An will be rewarded with ten taels of gold, and the gentleman will be difficult to chase after him, if he doesn't give it, I will help you reason."

The servants in the house, you look at me, I look at you, after a short period of calm, there was a crazy hustle and bustle, everyone has seen Mu Wenran's ability, and she is the only one in the mansion who dares to be presumptuous to Jing Anyao, and the most important thing is that no matter how presumptuous she is, Jing Anyao will not be punished.

Mu Wenran was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, and chose a slightly older one to lie on the ground, she slowly squatted down and explained something to this person, who nodded and closed his eyes.

"So many young people, why are you picking this old man?" Jing Anyao didn't understand a little, when others tried medicine or needles, they all chose a few young and vigorous, why did she choose this old man.

"Sir, the one who inspected Lord Sima's house was also an old man, and my sister did this to get closer to the truth." Mu Ziyan didn't want to disturb his sister's injection, so he whispered to Jing Anyao.

Mu Wenran looked up and down the man's body, pulled out a small needle from his arms, squinted, aimed in the direction, and stabbed into the board.

A surprising scene appeared, the person who had closed his eyes tightly actually groaned, sat up uncontrollably, and lay back softly after Mu Wenran pulled out the silver needle.