Mu Ruolan's invitation was very 'sincere', and she asked her personal maid to wake Mu Jiu up early the next morning.

Mu Jiu was confused for a while before he realized that there was such a thing, he always felt like a Hongmen banquet, is it too late to pretend to be sick now?

Waiting for Mu Jiu to wash up and go out, Mu Ruolan was still waiting.

Seeing Mu Jiu coming alone, he frowned slightly: "Xiao Jiu, why don't you bring a waiting maid?" ”

After speaking, he realized that there was a dumb girl waiting next to Mu Jiu, and hurriedly said, "Xiuqiao, you are in charge of waiting for Miss Jiu today." ”

Xiuqiao is Mu Ruolan's personal maid, and when she heard this, she reluctantly flattened her mouth: "The slave maid is a personal attendant for the young lady, if she leaves, what if the young lady can't find anyone if she needs it?" ”

has a tone of thinking about his master, but the dislike is very obvious.

Mu Ruolan was about to scold, but Mu Jiu pointed to a little girl passing by not far away: "You...... Come here. ”

The girl who was really going to sweep the floor with a broom was stunned, and she couldn't believe it: "Miss, are you called a slave?" ”

The delicate little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, has a baby face, looks childish, and is dressed in dark gray clothes, which is the dress of the lowest miscellaneous people in the house.

Mu Jiu pointed at her: "Let her follow me." ”

Xiuqiao smiled mockingly: "This little girl is an orphan girl picked up by Fu Bo, who is the gatekeeper, and she has no training, she can sweep the floor, and she will go out to wait, in case she meets a nobleman, and she will be embarrassed if she doesn't understand the rules and makes jokes." ”

The little girl blushed and bowed her head when she heard this, although Xiuqiao's tone was not good, but her words were not wrong, she grabbed the hem of her clothes helplessly, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Miss Nine, slave maid...... Slave ......"

Seeing that she was about to burrow into the ground in shame, Mu Jiu spoke: "Aren't you going out?" Let's go. ”

Mu Ruolan actually didn't want to give her slave to Mu Jiu, although this little girl really couldn't get into her eyes, she frowned, and finally didn't say anything.

"Let's go."

Two carriages were waiting at the door, twenty guards with swords rode back and forth to protect them, and the leader was actually Su Yi.

Su Yi was originally riding on a horse, but when he saw them coming out, he immediately turned over and got off the ground, and handed over his luggage: "Second Miss, Ninth Miss, everything is ready, do you want to leave immediately?" ”

Mu Ruolan nodded reservedly: "Let's go." ”

Su Yi's gaze turned on Mu Jiu, but he didn't say much, and turned over on the horse.

Mu Ruolan got into the front car, Mu Jiu walked to the back, opened the curtain Mu Lianxin was already sitting in the carriage, well-behaved, quiet, weak and harmless, seeing Mu Jiu's arrival, she was a little surprised, she eased up and pursed her lips slightly, barely giving a smile.

Mu Lianxin was born to Aunt Liu, although they are all concubines, but Aunt Liu is the distant niece of the old lady, and she can't be said to be compared with Mu Ruolan, but she doesn't know how much better than Mu Jiu.

Mu Lianxin also brought a maid, the maid was more temperamental than her master, and when she saw Mu Jiu coming up, she was very dissatisfied, and then glanced at the little girl who was shrinking at the door, and her brows furrowed even deeper: "Princess Huiyun's banquet, how can any cat or dog go." ”

Although he looked at Xiaoya and said it, he disliked it with Mu Jiu.

Mu Lianxin lowered his heart: "Fen'er." ”

The maid snorted dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything more.

Mu Lianxin looked at Mu Jiu, and his voice was rubbed like a wicker breeze: "Fen'er is not sensible, and it is strange to forget Xiaojiu." ”

Mu Jiu leaned against the wall of the car, and his eyes were half-faced: "It's okay." ”

Mu Jiu turned his head to look at Xiaoya: "What's your name?" ”

Xiaoya subconsciously glanced up at Mu Jiu, making sure that she was talking to her, and said flatteredly: "The slave is called Xiaoya." ”

It's really a good name to feed.

Mu Jiu's gaze fell on her waist, where there was a small purse, the stitches were not very good, but they were barely formed, and the pattern on it was not flowers, plants, grasses, mandarin ducks or the like, but a very special cyan fish.

"Your purse is chic, you will be called herring fish in the future."

Xiaoya looked at her purse, opened her mouth, her eyes were foggy for a moment, and she subconsciously wanted to get up and salute, but she eagerly hit the car door: "Slave maid...... Slave and herring, Miss Xie gave her name. ”

Fen'er looked at Xiaoya, no, it's called herring now, looking at the herring fish with an excited and helpless look, she rolled her eyes speechlessly, just give a name, what's there to be excited about, and herring, where does anyone take fish as a name?

Mu Lianxin also felt that Qingyu was very strange, but she was used to forbearance, and even if she thought about it, she wouldn't say it.

The carriage drove slowly, Mu Jiu leaned against the wall of the car and pretended to sleep, Qingyu didn't know where to find a fan, dutifully fanned her beside Mu Jiu, and his eyes swelled with joy that others couldn't understand.

Xiaoya is an orphan girl picked up by Fu Bo, but no one knows that she was actually picked up by Mu Jiu and raised by Fu Bo, and at that time, Mu Jiu was not her current identity.

Uncle often taught her to study hard, but also to know how to be patient and wait, waiting for the day when she would be given her name, so that she could go to her master's side.

She has been looking forward to it, thinking that she will have to wait for a long time, but she didn't expect to be suddenly given a name, and her efforts and existence are finally recognized, how can she not be happy?

Mu Jiu could feel the joy of the little girl with her eyes closed, it was difficult for her to ignore the burning gaze, she raised her hand and pressed it on her head, speechless, but it was more meaningful than a thousand words.

Su Yi, who was walking in the front, turned around consciously, but unfortunately the car curtain was covered and he couldn't see anything.