Mu Qingyun snorted, smiled and stared at the building a few times, somewhat surprised.

This is Lou Ying, a historian who is too deep in the drama and thinks that he is one of the three wise men, has no memory of Lou Fang at all.

Or did he act too well?

This script is different from the previous ones, and Mu Qingyun himself will also be influenced by Zhang Qingqing.

Her feelings for her mother, Yue Ling, are strong and complex. When facing his father Zhang Qing, he was very calm.

Zhang Qingqing's joys, sorrows and sorrows in the past fifteen years seem to have become her joys, sorrows and sorrows.

Messy thoughts squeezed in his head, Mu Qingyun didn't want to think about it, people are here, let's follow the customs, I am Zhang Qingqing, so I only treat this as Lou Ying.

The story is over, let's go home together.

Fortunately, the surname is Lou, and there is no need to worry about calling Lou Gongzi when he opens his mouth.

Situ Qingshuang was obviously poisoned by someone Lou's shamelessness, and she had nothing to say, sneered a few times, and forced herself to stand up, no longer paying attention to this person.

He raised his hand and politely saluted Mu Qingyun: "Thank you, Miss, for saving your life." ”

After a pause, he said: "Mu Shiyi has always been ruthless against our young Ming Kingdom martial artists, Miss must be careful." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked around.

Half the street was rotten.

The stall on the side of the road was shattered, Sister-in-law Zhang's tofu shop, only half of the stove at the door was left, and the pork stall had a lot of pork, and a lot of it fell into the sewer.

Situ Qingshuang walked to the wine shop that was half destroyed by him, pulled it, turned out the small gold ingot he had fallen from under the broken wooden board, and found a fragment of his broken sword, and carefully carved the words on the board.

To the effect that Situ accidentally destroyed the noble liquor shop, the compensation is hereby one or two, if there are other matters, please go to Fengxiang Yinzhuang to negotiate Yunyun.

After writing, Situ Qingshuang asked the coachman, who had been hiding early, to collect the accessories and bead curtains that fell from his float, and he was about to leave when he got on the horse.

Lou Ying immediately took a few steps forward and grabbed the ponytail.

Situ Qingshuang was startled, grabbed the reins, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and turned his head and glared angrily: "You want to find death, find a place where there is no one." ”

"My little phoenix hasn't killed anyone yet, so the first time it kills should be on you, wrong!"

"Half a street is broken."

Lou Ying said with a smile, "Although one or two gold is a lot, how can I pay for it?" ”

Situ Qingshuang exhaled and said angrily: "Of course, you will pay for the rest." ”

With a whip with his backhand, he was about to pull Lou Ying's arm away, but Lou Ying didn't dodge, Situ Qingshuang's whip really fell on his arm, the sleeves were cracked, bleeding was oozing, and the color changed when he landed.

After being silent for a long time, he had to take out the gold leaf, pearls, and the remaining ten taels of gold leaves in the purse from the float to pay compensation to Lou Ying.

After this chaos on the street, the rickshaw driver had already disappeared.

Mu Qingyun was also relieved when he saw Doctor Liu hiding near a row of tea sheds on the side of the road from a distance.

Seeing that the two 'young heroes' over there were in a stalemate, after thinking about it, he simply invited them to go to the hospital together.

Both of these were directly confronted with the sword of the quasi-holy wood eleven.

If you are injured, you must see a doctor.

The best medical hall in Yuncheng is Shouchun Hall, and the best doctor is Doctor Liu, and there is no other number.

Hey? The information is not written correctly, and the historians of the Mishima country are too good at blowing, saying all day long that no one survived under their Mu 11 quasi-holy knife.

Aren't these two dead?

Hmph, the ruthless sword of their Ming Kingdom is not summarized by the historian, it is said by his enemies themselves, saying that the ruthless sword, a sword is out, the underworld road is open, the sword is bright, and only the soul of the dead can read it.

In this way, they did not see the sky blowing.

Mu Qingyun smiled, this is probably the sequelae of memorizing too much information, and he has to associate everything he sees.

When he arrived at Shouchun Hall and finished grabbing the medicine, Mu Qingyun asked Situ Qingshuang again which was the better martial arts hall in Yuncheng.

Situ Qingshuang said very casually: "Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, official, Zhuo Yanfei of Baiyun Gate undertakes." ”

"Zhuo Yanfei is a master of the truth-seeking realm, only one step away from breaking the delusion realm, and learning the most beautiful swordsmanship in Baiyunmen - 'Crane Dream'."

"He has participated in several rounds of domestic round-robin competitions, and his results are very good, and he has won two championships."

Situ Qingshuang particularly emphasized the word 'beautiful'.

After saying a few words casually, Mu Qingyun went home with the medicine bag.

The home is quiet.

Mu Qingyun went to decoct the medicine and sent it to Yue Ling, but Zhang Qing didn't come to trouble her for the first time.

I heard from Yu's mother that this old showman was discussing the test with a few friends.

At this time, the Ming Kingdom, since the reform of the prince, the examination has changed from an examination every three years to an annual examination, and the specific time is different every year.

In the past two years, more and more people have taken the examination, and although there are many admissions, it is still very difficult to take the examination.

After the restructuring, as long as the net worth is innocent and there are no traitors in the close relatives, everyone can take the test.

The six rooms of the county yamen, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, and workers are separated, and each of them has a question for the exam, and he will go to which room to be an errand if he wins the exam.

The old people were very dissatisfied with this in the early years, and felt that the noble scholars were dyed with vulgarity.

Now that the exam is taken every year, it is a habit, although it is inevitable to sigh in private, the people are not ancient, and the world is cold, but the exam is still to be taken.

But when the day comes, just thinking about the department to apply for can make people sad to death.

Zhang Qing is forty-one this year, and it is not very old to take the exam for another ten years, it depends on the broken copper and iron at home, and whether he can support him for another ten years.

Mu Qingyun didn't believe in Second Master Zhang's exam ability, but he and his friends went to finish studying, and it was better than staring at himself.

The medicine was a little hot, Mu Qingyun took the spoon and stirred it back and forth for a long time, blew it, and then handed it to Yue Ling.

Yue Ling's face was much better looking than a few days ago, staring at Mu Qingyun, her eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened.

Qingqing, who said that she should die quickly, made her a little inexplicably frightened, and she always felt that this child seemed to have changed a lot.

But today, with this familiar little action, her heart was suddenly settled.

In fact, Mu Qingyun could clearly feel Zhang Qingqing's life existence.

It felt familiar and close, she seemed to have a lot to say, as if she didn't have to say it, she seemed to have a lot of expectations, as if she had ...... It's to protect her.

"Qingqing, it's time for you to practice needlework well."

Mu Qingyun stared at Yue Ling after drinking the medicine, took a basin of towel, washed her face carefully, combed her hair, and took a body of clothes for Yue Ling to change.

The clothes were sewn by her.

She thinks she has done a good job, the needlework is smooth, there is no thread, and she has completely brought out Zhang Qingqing's craftsmanship, her waist is slightly pinched, and the version is better.

But this needlework is obviously not looked down upon by Yue Ling.

The clothes fit so well, it is to save fabric at this time, how to stuff clothes into it in winter?

Fabrics with beautiful colors like this should be more cost-effective if they can be worn in all seasons. ( Wise House Chinese No pop-up window, update in time )