Putting down the clothes in his hand, although there were tears in his eyes, Xin Miaofan's eyes also showed a hint of happiness.

"Ahem......" Xin Miaofan let go of the hand covering his mouth, and there was a pool of scarlet blood in his somewhat miserable little white hands.

"Is it so fast? Just past tonight. Xin Miaofan was about to wipe the blood off his hands, but Ling Mu suddenly broke in.

Looking at the blood in Xin Miaofan's hands, Ling Mu stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Are you sick? What's going on with your body, why is it suddenly like this." ”

Xin Miaofan didn't answer Ling Mu, picked up the golden wire scissors, and said, "I'll make you a dress." ”

Saying that, Xin Miaofan walked in front of Ling Mu with a soft ruler.

And Ling Mu seemed to be quite familiar with this scene, he actually habitually stood up straight, opened his arms, and looked at Xin Miaofan, who was bending over to measure himself, Ling Mu couldn't help but say, "Si Miao." ”

Xin Miaofan, who was bending down and bowing his head, was shocked when he heard Ling Mu actually say Si Miao, but he still said naturally: "Ling Gongzi knows Lord Si Miao?"

Ling Mu didn't answer, and Xin Miaofan didn't ask.

After measuring Ling Mu's body, Xin Miaofan walked to the table, the batch of golden silk cloths, and asked in front of Ling Mu in the aisle, "Does Childe know what the name of this silk cloth is?"

Ling Mu stretched out his hand and touched it, that familiar feeling, the clothes Ling Mu had worn since he was a child were made of this kind of silk cloth, and shook it through: "It's very familiar, but I don't know."

Its name. ”

"This is the Heavenly Silk, and only the patriarch of the Jin family and the royal family of the Holy Spirit Kingdom three thousand years ago are qualified to wear it. However, after Jin Simiao's death, the method of how to make the silkworm spin silk also disappeared together, and it was not until three years ago that I found a way to make the silkworm spin silk again. Looking at the silk in his hand, Xin Miaofan showed a smile.

Although Ling Mu didn't care about this, he still followed Xin Miaofan's words and asked, "How did Miss Xin make the silkworm spin silk?"

"The silkworm is different from the ordinary silkworm, the ordinary silkworm eats the leaves and spins the silk into a moth, the silkworm drinks blood and spits into a butterfly, and only feeds with the blood of the Jin family can spin the silk. Xin Miaofan unconsciously touched the wrist of his left hand as he spoke.

At this time, Ling Mu discovered that Xin Miaofan still had several wounds on his wrist that had not healed. However, Ling Mu was also strange, although feeding the silkworm with essence blood would make the body weak, it would not show Xin Miaofan's pathology.

Xin Miaofan held gold wire scissors in a pair of dexterous jade hands, constantly cutting on the silk, and picked up the needle and thread, and a pair of small hands danced.

After a while, a white robe was sewn out, "Childe, please accept it." Saying that, Xin Miaofan held the clothes in both hands and sent them up.

Although silk is golden, it can be made into clothes of various colors.

Ling Mu touched the white robe, and the familiar feeling seemed to go back to three thousand years ago, "Thank you." ”

"Childe, if you really don't leave, please do something for me tonight. Xin Miaofan said in a low voice.

Ling Mu took the clothes, "Naturally, I don't want to go, I don't know what Miss Xin wants me to do." ”

Xin Miaofan, who lowered his head, suddenly raised his head and smiled livelyly, "I'm telling my son at night." ”

Ling Mu didn't want to ask again, nodded, and walked out with his clothes in his hands.

Watching Ling Mu Ling Mu walk out of the door, Xin Miaofan stood in a daze for a while, I don't know when a butterfly landed on her shoulder, stretched out her hand, and the butterfly fluttered into her hand again, looking at the butterfly, Xin Miaofan said to herself: "I really want to be like you." ”

The sky gradually darkened, and instead of being silent, the Xin Mansion became more and more provoked, and lights were displayed everywhere, and tonight was the first day in three years to elect the patriarch here.

Naturally, this kind of thing will not invite others, but even so, it is far away in Lingping City, and people are still sent over.

Ling Mu changed into a white robe made for him by Xin Miaofan with Heavenly Silk early, the Heavenly Silkworm can not only maintain the most comfortable temperature on his body, but also has a strong defensive ability against aura, but since the production method has always been known only to the Jin family, outsiders almost do not know the existence of Heavenly Silk.

Ling Mu listened to the noisy sound outside and walked out of the door, and saw that Senior Sister Mu Yayao was already standing outside.

Mu Ayayao heard the sound, turned her head to look at Ling Mu, looked at Ling Mu's new clothes, looked up and down, and smiled.

"Senior sister, what are you laughing at?" Ling Mu Mu and Ayayao looked a little embarrassed.

"Nothing, just remembering the first time I saw you. I don't know what happened to the little sister. Mu Yayao sighed.

Ling Mu stepped forward, "Senior sister, don't worry, and the master is here, the little junior sister will be fine." ”

"If so, it's better, just afraid ......"

Before Mu Yayao finished speaking, a family member ran over and said, "Two, the dinner is ready." ”

"Got it, go over right away. Ling Mu waved his hand, and Xiao Er also retreated with interest.

"Senior sister, let's go, go see what this Liu Wenzhi wants to do!" Ling Mu strode out with his hands behind his back.

Mu Ayayao had never seen Ling Mu's temperament, so she couldn't help but be distracted, and she was stunned in place.

"Senior sister, let's go. Ling Mu's voice came from the front again.

Mu Yayao woke up and hurriedly followed.

The two came to the hall and found that it was already crowded with people, all of whom were not good, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Xin Miaofan who was sitting in the middle.

Looking at the two more vacant seats next to Xin Miaofan, Ling Mu knew that this was reserved for him and Mu Yayao.

The two walked over in the eyes of everyone and sat on either side of Xin Miaofan.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, an old man below stood up and said to Xin Miaofan: "Miaofan, before his death, the previous patriarch confessed that you and your second brother were young and didn't know who could inherit the position of patriarch, so they postponed the election for three years, that is, today, Miaofan, you see how the position of the patriarch should be." “

Before Xin Miaofan could speak, another person stood up and said, "Miaofan is only fifteen this year, and the second son, Liu Wenzhi, is over eighteen years old and has reached adulthood, I think there is no one more suitable for the position of patriarch than Liu Gongzi." ”

"That's right, I support Liu Gongzi!"

"Me too!"

The following is echoed, and it seems that no one is the same as Xin Miaofan.

"Everyone be quiet and listen to me. Just when everyone congratulated Liu Wenzhi, a discordant voice came.

An old man below saw that the person who spoke was Ling Mu next to Xin Miaofan, so he sneered: "Where did you come from, the little white face, could it be the face of my young lady." ”

"Hahaha......" The audience laughed.

"Presumptuous! This is my honored guest, who dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being polite!"

Although these people tried their best to curry favor with Liu Wenzhi, they didn't dare to really ignore Xin Miaofan's words.