The Prime Minister's Mansion will hold a poetry meeting with friends around the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, starting from the old lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion to the present, the location of the event is different every year, but all invite young talents and daughters in Beijing.

The good name is to appreciate flowers and write poems, but in fact, it is a large-scale blind date and a wide range of contacts.

The people in Mu Mansion are all rough men, and in Mu Li's generation, there has never been a person who is rich and rich, Mu Sheng is in the military camp, Mu Yuan is the Jinyi guard in the palace, and only one Mu Qing is in the academy, but he is hanging.

Mu Li is the pet of the big house, she has been used to it since she was a child, she has a whip, she can't hold a pen, a few years ago Mu Li came to this banquet, she came to make trouble, this year there is a little more, she whipped the groom in public, presumably it will be criticized by others.

Dew beads combed Mu Li's hair, she remembered that last year, her own young lady entered with a whip and was ridiculed, but the young lady smashed the man's desk and scratched the man's face with a whip.

If Miss still can't hold back her temper like this this year, and makes something happen, what can she do?

Dew Drop said while handicraftly coiling her hair: "Miss, Ruyizhuang's embroidery girl is really ingenious this year, this Hubi's carved gold mopping smoke cage peony flower skirt is lifelike, the butterflies in the flowers seem to be flying, such a beautiful skirt is not easy to take a long whip, or we won't have a long whip this year." ”

Mu Li understood Dewdrop's words: "When did I say that I was going to bring a long whip?" ”

Dew was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Miss, it's great that you think so." ”

Dew opened the jewelry box and picked out a hollow carved hairpin from it, which would not be too gaudy or eye-catching, just lining this skirt, and her own young lady should not be too eye-catching, after all, it hadn't been long since Song Fugui's incident, and it was better for Miss to keep a low profile at this banquet.

"Miss, look, the third young master has sent you a lot of jewelry."

Mu Li looked at the jewelry box next to the table, frowned, the dew drops didn't know the goods, she could tell the difference between the top and the second, the jewelry of Xianle Pavilion was not something that Mu Qing could afford, these were probably given by her cheap master.

Mu Li's fingertips tapped the jewelry box lightly: "These are all put away next time." ”

"Isn't Miss wearing it? It's all pretty good. ”

Mu Li didn't explain, if she was wearing something from Xianle Pavilion, and then she was seen by someone, and then she couldn't argue, this master, looking at it everywhere is very good to you, in fact, if you think about it carefully, there are pits dug everywhere, just waiting for you to jump down.

Mu Li tapped the carpet under her feet on tiptoe: "I don't need this blanket now, so put it away." ”

Dew Drop and Qiu Yue glanced at each other, and they both felt that the snow fox blanket was excellent, and it was a pity to put it away, but they could only listen to Miss's order.

Before leaving, Mu Qing was already waiting outside the courtyard, this banquet was set up not far from the Tibetan Spirit Temple, it was cold in the mountains, Dew Drop was preparing a big jacket for Mu Li, Mu Li suddenly smelled a burst of bamboo incense, and her fingertips knocked on the table: "Dewdrop, Qiu Yue, you two go out first." ”

"Yes, miss."

After Dew Drop and Qiu Yue left, Mu Li watched as his bookshelves moved to both sides, and Rakshasa stood behind the bookshelf, with the cold air of wind and dust.

Mu Li stood up from the stool and glared: "You ......"

Rakshasa wore a mask on his face, leaving only Ba and evil smiling lips: "I bought the empty house next door to the Mu Mansion for the master, and if I think about the master in the future, I can go from here to the empty house next door." In vain, are you satisfied with this surprise? ”

Mu Li's face was full of anger: "Nonsense." "This man, this man dared to build a tunnel in her room, no wonder he wanted to tear down her boudoir.

"How can it be nonsense? For the teacher to care about you, you don't have to go out of the house over the wall in the future, and the teacher also teaches you to dance the sword, and you can't run to Caixiu Pavilion every night. ”

Mu Li was so blocked by Rakshasa's reason that she couldn't say a word, so she could only blush, puffing out her cheeks and looking at Rakshasa like a pufferfish.

Rakshasa chuckled, looked at the hairpin on Mu Li's head with deep eyes, and said in a calm voice for a moment: "Don't go to the poetry club tonight." ”

"Why?"

"People will die."