"Miss Nine is too impulsive today, she has endured it for so many years, is it not wise enough to put herself in danger for the sake of vindictiveness?"

As the words fell, a long figure came out of the corner, dressed as a scholar dressed in white, handsome and elegant, with a face like white jade, like a beautiful scholar, with a crown of hair, two blue ribbons floating behind him, walking with a clear atmosphere, holding a folding fan in his hand, holding a folding fan with both hands together and bending slightly, polite and elegant.

The youngest and best-looking person in the Mu family, Su Yi, who is most appreciated by Mu Ting.

Mu Jiu stood up straight, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and moved forward again, his steps slowly.

"It's not sensible, but it's not important."

As she spoke, her footsteps did not stop, and the two of them staggered by, without even looking at each other, as if they were strangers.

In the gate of the mansion, there are many rules, many rights and wrongs, and naturally there are many dark and dirty.

Mu Jiu is just a mere girl, if she doesn't have some hole cards, where can she really live in a single place and get a clean one?

Over the years, Mu Jiu has indeed been able to endure it, if she can, she won't show up, she can hide, even if she is occasionally summoned, she will try her best to stand in the corner as an invisible person, and try to make people ignore her existence.

But you must know that there are some things that can't be done just by hiding, after all, there are more than a dozen masters in this family, and her existence is so special, in order to hide from one side of the clean, she has wasted a lot of effort.

Although she is a concubine with little status, as long as she has silver and a handle, she can still buy a few maids.

Don't do anything hurtful, just occasionally pass on the news, let her know in advance and avoid danger.

For example, three days ago, she knew that the eldest lady took Mu Ruolan to find a master to tell her fortune, and the master said that Mu Ruolan was destined to be noble, prosperous, rich and prosperous, and full of children and grandchildren, but she had a fate, and if she did not untie it, the husband and wife would be discordant, the villain would be troubled, and the children would be ruined, and even her life would be endangered.

The eldest lady hurriedly asked how to resolve it, and the person told her that it was easy to resolve it, and that the fate could only be solved by blood, and on the day she got married, she would bring a person who was related by blood to the past, and extradite the fate to survive this catastrophe, which could ensure Mu Ruolan's life was smooth.

Mu Jiu felt that there was a good chance that the Taoist was a pit man, but the eldest lady believed it very much, and after she came back, she discussed it with Prime Minister Mu Cheng, and finally the two decided to marry Mu Jiu as a concubine to Mu Ruolan.

It was precisely because she knew about this matter that Mu Jiu decided to go to see Lord Xiang today, she hadn't figured out how to get out of this matter, but she was cheated by Mu Zhiwei.

It did make her a little angry, but she also wanted to test their attitude, if they dared to send her to the dowry, she wouldn't mind making trouble with the Guangwen Palace.

The only accident was probably the old lady's crutch, which hurt her so much that she forgot how many years ago she had been beaten with a stick.

Suddenly, there was a clear flute behind him, the tune was long, quiet but with a soothing power.

Mu Jiu turned around and saw Su Yi standing in the octagonal pavilion playing the flute, and he had been looking at her, when Mu Jiu turned around, he did not shy away from looking at her, for fear that she would not know, that the song was blown to her.

Standing still and listening for a while, not to mention, it really worked, and her irritable mood was much better.

Watching Mu Jiu turn around and leave, the back was slender and straight, and the arrogant and noble body, who would have thought that it would actually emanate from the little Xiangfu girl.

She heard the sound of the flute, but she walked very crisply, cold and ruthless, but ......

Su Yi put the flute down, looked at the direction where Mu Jiu disappeared, and the hand holding the flute tightened slightly, holding his trace of wishful thinking.