That night, another group of guests moved into the guest room on the other side of the backyard of Fushan Temple.

Early in the morning, the bell of Fushan Temple rings the beginning of the day.

Early in the morning, just after breakfast, Mu Yan took Mu Qingwan to the pear orchard to rely on his new discoveries yesterday.

"Sister, sister, let's go. Yesterday I saw a little rabbit, so small, there is a gray one, there is a white one, sister, let's call him Little Gray and Little White, okay? …… Sister, I'll take you to see Xiao Ash and Xiao Bai, okay? Mu Yan Xiaotuanzi proudly shared his little secret with Mu Qingwan.

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"Ah Li, Master Wuchen has traveled and his return date is uncertain, but what should I do?" Not far away, a baby-faced boy named Jing Xiu walked around anxiously.

The young man named Ah Li changed into a dark robe at this time and looked into the distance.

Guarding Mobei clasped his hands on his chest and hid in the dark.

"Hey, two lumps of meat." The babyface seemed to have discovered a new world, and his eyes sharpened his eyes at Mu Qingwan's sister and brother.

"......", Mu Qingwan was speechless, and was suddenly called a meat ball, but he didn't reflect it for a while, the meat ball was not a Yan. Come on, you're only five years old, okay?

"Hmph, sister, Ah Yan is not a meat ball." Mu Yan pulled Mu Qingwan to come to him and complained to Mu Qingwan angrily.

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Mu Qingwan looked at the baby-faced young man, ignored it, and turned her gaze to the young man in Xuanyi, it was really this person's aura that was too strong.

In her previous life and present life, Mu Qingwan had never seen such a good-looking person, and Mu Qingwan couldn't help but show a stunning look.

The sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, a pair of deep amber eyes, although only twelve or thirteen years old, seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance, the face was handsome like a transcendent immortal, wearing a dark shirt, low-key and luxurious.

Mu Qingwan is not an uninformed person, that dress looks ordinary at first glance, but it is actually a precious floating brocade. Fuguang brocade comes from the south of the Yangtze River, and only ten horses are obtained every year, and they are usually sent to the capital as tribute. It's already a good thing for ordinary people to get a small piece, not to mention a whole piece of clothing. Mrs. Mu accidentally got such a small piece to make a handkerchief, which is very rare. The dragon jade pendant on the young man's waist, the dragon has four claws, and it is majestic. This outfit must be a royal product.

Mu Qingwan didn't know that Dajing Kyoto was thousands of miles away from here, how could the emperor's relatives appear in the side. Isn't it the prince of another country? Do you want to tell your uncle? Thinking of this, Mu Qingwan looked at the other party vigilantly.

The young man in Xuanyi quietly looked at the two little dolls in front of him.

A female doll that can't be called a girl yet, her round apricot eyes are crystal clear, full of aura, delicate facial features, delicate skin like white porcelain, and a healthy flush. The childish face is unpredictable, from the beginning of looking at himself, from amazement, to affirmation, to doubt, and now he is a vigilant against himself.

I do have a good skin, and I have seen too much of my amazing eyes since I was a child, but the look behind it is worth pondering, but it is much more interesting than the noble ladies of Kyoto. However, it's just a little doll, although it looks like a little adult, but why do you think so much, and I feel funny in my heart. Inexplicably, I suddenly wanted to pinch the face of the female doll, but I don't know if it's really soft. Well? The boy was stunned, when did he care so much about the girl's family? It's still a female doll with no hair.

Look at the male doll again, the flesh is a mess, and he has a weird expression on himself. Looking at the clothes, they should be two dolls from a rich and noble family.

From Mu Qingwan's point of view, Mu Yan was blinking a pair of starry eyes at this time, looking like a and drooling, like when he saw the pastry.

"Wow, what a beautiful sister." Mu Yan blurted out.

"Poof, haha. Sister...... Ha ha. The baby-faced boy hated to smack the ground.

"Uncle, Ah Yan is not a meat ball, he is just a baby." Mu Yan was distracted, sucked hard, and turned his head to say seriously to the baby face.

"Well, uncle......." The babyface looks constipated.

"Yes, uncle, we're going back. Ah Yan, let's go back to find my mother, Sister Fan has made fragrant pear blossom cake. I went back late, so I didn't have it. Ah Yan, the pear blossom cake is so delicious. Mu Qingwan learned Mu Yan's tone of speech, acted like an ignorant child, took Mu Yan by the hand, and left quickly.