Rui Wangfu is like an iron bucket, it doesn't look amazing, but Mu Mingshu can't find out any news, but the person has already sent it out, and if there is no news, it is the best news, and she is still very confident in the beauty and charm of the four beautiful maids.

On the 30th day of the 21st lunar month of Jiawen, on Chinese New Year's Eve, every household hung up red lanterns, pasted the New Year Union, put on new clothes, and gathered together to eat the New Year dinner.

Mu Fuzi is no exception, because there are few people, and it is not taboo for men and women to sit at the same table at the age of seven, the family sits together, leaving aside the etiquette of eating and sleeping.

Mu Mingshu was dressed in a water red embroidered butterfly pattern Shu brocade placket moon skirt, pinching his waist more and more slender, and the skirt was embroidered with butterflies of different shapes, walking as if the butterfly was really flying. Combed a small bun, inserted a jade butterfly pattern and swayed, wore a pair of red gold pearl earrings, and slightly powdered on her delicate face.

Her cheeks were slightly red, her eyebrows were smiling, and she held a moonlight glass glass wine cup to salute Mu Li and Liu's glass: "Thank you uncle and aunt for your nurturing grace, Ming Shu has nothing to repay, today I take the Chinese New Year's Eve to honor my uncle and aunt." ”

After speaking, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and smiled coquettishly: "Mingshu is only afraid that he will have to rely on you to be a rice worm for a few years." As if he really thought it was funny, he covered his mouth and chuckled.

Mu Li and Liu glanced at each other, and also smiled and raised their glasses to drink.

Liu even said jokingly: "As far as your little bird's stomach, if you really want to be a rice worm, it is also the one with the smallest appetite." ”

Mu Mingxiao, who was wearing a red silk hibiscus dark pattern Luo skirt, was as delicate and lovely as the boy under the Guanyin seat, and she was crisp and funny: "Mingxiao is also a rice worm." As he spoke, he also giggled, drank all the fruit wine in the wine cup, smashed his mouth when he was done, and said to the maid who was waiting on the side: "I want to." ”

Mu Mingluo scolded with a smile: "You snack, you can't drink anymore, you will have a headache if you drink too much." ”

Liu also smiled: "I don't know who drank too much last year, so I fell asleep on the stool, and vowed not to be greedy for a cup again in the coming year." Her tone was soft, and her eyes looked at Mu Mingxiao gently.

"Isn't it the third sister?" Mu Mingluo pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm still eating vegetables, and I won't see anyone after a while, and I can fall asleep when I see that I am lying on the stool." ”

Obviously, remembering the events of last year, Mu Mingxiao blushed and stuck out her tongue: "Don't drink it, don't drink it, second sister, don't say it." ”

Mu Mingshu also laughed: "Third sister, don't be afraid, if you get drunk again this year, the eldest sister's knee can borrow you to lie down for a while." ”

Everyone laughed, Mu Mingxiao was so ashamed that her face was flushed, she stomped her feet and hurriedly covered her face with a handkerchief, looking even more cute when she was ashamed to see people.

The family sat around laughing and chanting, very harmonious, Mu Li was also happy, and followed Liu to drink a few more glasses. After a few glasses of wine, he talked a lot, talking about some interesting things when he was young, what to go to the house to uncover the tiles, go down to the river to fish these interesting things he did when he was young, in the words of the old general, that is a natural skin monkey, making everyone laugh non-stop.

Liu looked at the young and handsome husband, and then looked at the beautiful and moving Mu Mingshu, as well as the well-behaved and obedient Mu Mingluo and the cute Mu Mingxiao, and was satisfied, but it would be better if there was another son. Thinking like this, she inadvertently covered her stomach with her hands, Mu Mingluo was twelve years old, and she was in harmony with her husband Jun Qinse, but there was no movement at all, and it was inevitable that she would be stunned.

However, this idea did not affect this joyful atmosphere, what should be joked is still joked, what should be joked is still joked, and it is rare that Mu Li and Liu are also willing to follow a few children to mess around.

On this day, the whole family drank high, Mu Mingxiao fell asleep on the stool again, Mu Mingluo was not very drunk and had to be supported by the maid to go back, Mu Li and Liu also left the dining room first. Mu Mingshu, the eldest sister, followed the maid to send Mu Mingxiao and Mu Mingluo back to the courtyard, until they all slept peacefully, and then returned to Shaohuayuan by moonlight.

The sky began to drift with snow, Mu Mingshu tightened the ice blue makeup satin fox folds on her body, she also drank a lot today, her feet stepped on the thin layer of snow, a little vain, but she was still sober.

Wenchun is not tall, and he struggled to hold an oil-paper umbrella to block those snowflakes for Mu Mingshu, but his mouth chirped and complained crookedly: "What the hell, it hasn't snowed all winter, and this year is going to be over, so there is such a snow." ”

Mu Mingshu turned a deaf ear to Wen Chun's words, took out a thin white jade hand from the warm sleeve, and took a layer of cold snow wool in the palm of his hand, which turned into snow water after a while.

"It doesn't seem to have snowed in the winter this year." She walked slowly, her boots embroidered with red butterflies creaking on the snow.

As if she was startled by her words, she paused slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked a beautiful arc, and quickly poked her fingertips cold hand back into her sleeve, and her steps became bigger and bigger.

"It's cold outside, let's go back early."

When she entered Shaohuayuan, she was already waiting under the corridor, and when she saw Mu Mingshu handing her a new hand stove first, she swept away the snow wool on her body, and couldn't help complaining: "This year's weather is really strange, I don't feel cold on a winter day, and I feel very cold when it snows this time." Then he said, "Girl, the slave and maid have warmed a bowl of goat's milk for you, and you will drink it for a while to warm your body." ”

Mu Mingshu nodded again and again, and asked, "What about asking Xia and asking Dong, why didn't you see anyone?" ”

"Sister Wen Xia and Wen Dong are not on duty today, and they have already gone to rest." Wenqiu said.

Wen Chun took the umbrella and answered: "No, tomorrow's first day of the new year, I have to be busy." ”

Mu Mingshu didn't pay attention to it, and immediately ordered: "Dig them all up, I have something to tell them, while the snow hasn't fallen yet, hurry up." ”

Wenqiu and Wenchun glanced at each other, and didn't ask the reason, they responded: "Okay, the slave will go, the girl will go back to the house first, it's very cold outside." ”

Wen Qiu turned around and left, Mu Mingshu didn't delay, and when he returned to the house, he was thinking about things.

Not long after, Wen Xia and Wen Dong, who were still sleepy, came over, and their little faces were flushed, and I don't know if it was because they had just woken up, or because the wind was blowing outside.

Mu Mingshu explained to Xia Wendong, and then advised: "Let the stables send a carriage to send you there, and be sure to bring the words to the shopkeepers." ”

Wen Xia and Wen Dong looked solemn, although they didn't understand their girl's intentions in doing this, but they also knew that this was a serious matter, and without saying a word, they wore cotton cloaks, held oil-paper umbrellas, and stepped out of the house in the increasingly heavy snow.

It wasn't until the end of the day that the two of them returned from the snowstorm, and when they heard that everything had been arranged, the big rock in their hearts fell, and they felt tired.

Wenchun called hot water to serve Mu Mingshu to wash, and said in a chattering voice: "I also said that today is a New Year's Eve, and the second girl and the third girl have slept soundly." ”

Mu Mingshu removed the hair ornament on his head, gritted his teeth at the polished bronze mirror, and then his face stiffened, and he asked expressionlessly: "Uncle and aunt haven't slept yet." ”

"No, the old man and the lady must not be able to sleep until after the middle of the day." Wen Chun handed over the handkerchief and handed it to Mu Mingshu to cover his face.

"Let's put it there first, I'll read the book, and I'll go to sleep when it's over." Mu Mingshu loosened his hair, picked up the rosewood on the dressing table and combed his hair: "You go down first, and I'll call you later." ”

The master didn't want to sleep yet, and it was not easy to say anything when he asked Chun, so he went out with the copper basin again, and did not forget to explain when he left: "Girl, don't look too late." ”

The moment the carved door closed, the rosewood comb in Mu Mingshu's hand flew out of his hand and hit the beam of the roof, only to hear one sentence: "Ouch." ”

A moon-white figure fell from the beam, making a muffled "bang" sound.

Mu Mingshu didn't think about it, picked up the hairpin on the dressing table, walked over in three or two steps, and pressed it against the man's neck artery from behind, as if he was about to kill him if he moved.

Her apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of fierceness in her eyes: "What person." ”

Her voice was so low that she could tell that she was very unhappy at this moment.

Not to mention how this gentleman on the beam came, what he studied in detail was how long he had been here, what he had heard, if he hadn't looked at the bronze mirror himself, he wouldn't have been able to find this person, and even Wen Chun, who has always been very sensitive to voices, didn't notice it at all, so it can be seen that this person is by no means ordinary.

Is it an assassin? Probably not! Not to mention that she doesn't have the ability to be assassinated, even if she does, the skills of the person who can stay in Shaohuayuan for so long without making a noise are naturally not bad, and the four maidservants and five of her are not enough for him to lick the knife seam, so he should have done it a long time ago. Spying on intelligence? She's a boudoir woman, what's worth spying on.

Thinking of this, Mu Mingshu used two more points of force in his hand, but he was really afraid that he was lying on the ground without an image at this moment, more than eight feet long, and the man in a moon-white suit was an assassin or something, after all, she had only come back from the dead, and she still regretted her life.

The man hammered a handful of floor tiles with some annoyance, and then coughed lightly twice without fear: "Girl, the so-called sword has no eyes, and your hairpin itself is also eyeless, but be careful." ”

The voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and as if he had a bad voice, Mu Mingshu wasn't sure if he had heard this voice, but it felt faintly familiar.

She was inexplicably a little nervous, her apricot eyes stared at the man, but she thought in her heart whether she should kill him first with a hairpin.

However, before she could make a move, the man who was originally lying on the ground turned his head slightly to avoid her hairpin, turned around on the ground, and with a long arm, he hugged Mu Mingshu in his arms.

Mu Mingshu, who was completely unexpected, was thrown to the ground and pressed on the man, the cold plum fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, his forehead unintentionally touched his chin, and tears were about to come out in pain, and the other jade hand that was tightly held grabbed the hairpin fiercely, eager to kill the man immediately.

"Ouch, Mu Mingshu, why are you so heavy, ouch, my jaw ......"

The man's voice became clear, and there was no trace of unknown hoarseness, Mu Mingshu was stunned and raised his head slightly, only to see that the man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his facial features were delicate and soft, and his narrow phoenix eyes hid a little smile, and he shouted vigorously at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly the fire in her heart became more and more vigorous.