The award ceremony and the closing ceremony ended, and the schedule of the Anbangding National Competition came to an end.

"What song is this?"

Mu Qingyun sang several times in one song, and soon became the whole audience of Ming people singing along, whether it was a martial artist or a staff, the more he sang, the more he liked it.

Although the lyrics are simple, it is this simplicity that makes them more touching.

"My motherland, Qiao Yu wrote the lyrics, Liu Chi composed the music, the two predecessors are from another world."

Mu Qingyun was generous and authentic, not secretive at all.

She and Teacher Jia have also learned a little bit of rhythm, just scratching the surface, anyway, they will definitely not be able to compose popular songs for a while.

After several twists and turns, half a month passed.

Zhuo Yanfei finally returned to the martial arts hall with his disciples.

In October, the cloud city actually floated fine pieces of snowflakes, snowflakes covered the sky, the eaves and arches were silver-plated, and the sun shone brightly, as if a cloud of mist-like treasure light rose.

Mu Qingyun didn't stay in the martial arts hall for long, handed over all kinds of gifts to Chen Yi, asked her to help divide a point, and hurried to Zhang's house.

She was really worried about Yue Ling's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Zhang's house, I couldn't help but be amazed.

I haven't seen it for half a month, but the dilapidated door wall of the Zhang family has been renovated, flowers have been planted in front of the court, and the road has been paved in the courtyard.

The exterior of the two rows of houses on the east side is even more neatly repaired, and even the mottled stone steps in front of the door have been rebuilt.

It's certainly not at home and can't afford it.

Mu Qingyun entered the door and bumped into two maids wearing the same pink and white upper and lower skirts.

The two maids glanced at Mu Qingyun, but they were quite polite, and stepped forward and saluted: "Today, my son-in-law and a few friends borrowed the precious land to hold a literary party, and if Miss Zhang has leisure, she can also go and join in the fun."

People actually recognized Mu Qingyun, and their faces were so gentle, Mu Qingyun would naturally be more polite than them, thanked them politely, and continued to walk towards his yard without asking the other party's origin.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yue Ling lying on the pillow crying, crying so white that her face was snow-white, and she was convulsing while crying, and the whole person became a big dark cloud, and she couldn't see it at all.

Yu's mother sat on the side, her eyebrows were full of helplessness, and when she saw Mu Qingyun, she suddenly had a backbone.

She hurriedly got up and took Mu Qingyun's hand: "Miss is back, hurry, come and persuade Madame, why are you crying like this, she is not in good health!"

"Hey, I'm an old woman, who is on the card, and the nobles don't look down on a few words of admonition, what is it!"

Mu Qingyun's eyes turned slightly, he didn't ask about the cause and effect at all, he slammed the table, his voice was raised, and he said angrily, "What do you mean? What do you mean by a noble man?"

"Now when the crown prince speaks to the palace people, he has to say the word "please", why, Mother Yu, have you eaten other people's rice and grain, or have you taken other people's gold and silver? Why should you be reprimanded by outsiders?"

Yue Ling immediately stopped her tears, got up and looked at her daughter, her eyes were red.

That's not the case.

Mu Qingyun asked solemnly, "Did Mother Yu be rude to the noble person in your mouth first? Is that the grandson who lives in the family?"

Yu's mother shook her head and nodded again and again.

"How dare I be rude to Sun Gongzi!"

"Well, although the best result is that you spray them on the spot, Mother, it's okay, it's not too late for us to settle the score."

Mu Qingyun said solemnly.

Yu's mother was taken aback.

Even Yue Ling was startled, and she couldn't care about crying, and sat up with a slight tremble.

Mu Qingyun did what he said, and as soon as he grabbed Yu's mother's arm, he was about to go out.

Yu's mother was so frightened that she hurriedly grabbed the table and refused to leave, and said urgently: "Ouch, my young lady, what kind of person is my old wife on the table, how can I deal with other nobles!"

"It's not good to hurt the face of the nobles, we can't afford it."

Mu Qingyun frowned: "According to my mother's logic, the other party is spreading wild in someone else's house, have you ever thought about taking care of the master's face

？ Have you ever wondered if he can afford it?"

Yu's mother smiled bitterly.

Mu Qingyun sat down and asked Yu's mother to sit: "Let's talk about it, what's going on."

"Nothing, actually."

Yu's mother hesitated and sighed, but in the end she simply explained the matter.

This morning, the envoy girl beside Zhang Rongrong went to the account office and said that she wanted to pay twenty taels of silver.

Said that their young lady was going to get together with a few handkerchiefs and wanted to buy some souvenirs for their friends.

Yu's mother happened to bump into it, and remembered that the family was in a bad situation now, so she couldn't help but dissuade her a little.

Because Yue Ling was seriously ill, the family's money was always not enough to spend, she was anxious, and she was a little eager to speak, and she didn't show her usual eight-sided exquisiteness.

I don't know if the girl went to complain, or if she happened to let the nobleman bump into her, and the nobleman immediately came forward and scolded her fiercely.

"The noble man said, I have never seen a subordinate with such a long hand as me, if it were in his house, he would have given me a board to drive out."

Yu's mother sighed as she spoke.

Mu Qingyun nodded: "I understand."

She thought for a moment and asked, "Is the surname Sun still feasting in the garden?"

Yu's mother nodded.

Mu Qingyun smiled, "Then, Mother Yu will go and give that a gift." br>

After thinking for a while, Mu Qingyun took out a pen and paper and splashed ink, and drew a four-panel comic.

An old dog, dressed in a sven manner, looks like a good one, but his eyes are on the top of his head, and he breaks into other people's homes, barking at his owner and pointing fingers.

In the last comic, the old dog was beaten to death by a stick and made into a dog meat hot pot.

Mu Qingyun finished painting in three or two clicks, the painting work is average, but looking at the ugly and cute is very interesting.

Anyway, it's definitely eye-catching, and anyone passing by will stop and take a few more looks.

When Yu's mother approached, the look on her face couldn't help but feel a little less afraid.

"Alright."

After Mu Qingyun finished painting, he couldn't frame it, "Na, send it to the one who doesn't know what to say."

Yu Mother: "......"

After talking for a long time, Yu's mother refused to say anything, and just a few words over and over again, what she didn't deserve, she couldn't offend others.

Mu Qingyun couldn't cry or laugh: "What are you afraid of? I know that the family surnamed Sun is rich and powerful, and there is an uncle who is the prefect, but so what, can he kill us?"

"The days when the superior demanded people's lives if they didn't agree with each other is long gone."

Mu Qingyun was helpless, so he didn't feel embarrassed by his mother, he ignored the obstacles, carried the painting, and went straight through the path to the east front yard.

There are a lot of new flowers and trees in the front yard, decorated with red silk and satin, Zhang Rongrong and Zhang Xiuxiu are there, and there are many men and women sitting around enjoying the snow and talking, and from time to time there are bursts of relaxed and happy laughter.

Youthful, young men and women, Mu Qingyun felt that he had returned to the modern era for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "Then my painting is a little corrupt atmosphere."

Mu Qingyun thought to herself, she seemed to be quite patient before, not so bad.

She can endure Mu Siping, Sun Xiaomei, and Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao.

Why haven't you been willing to endure it lately?

"Murderous with a sharp weapon?"

Mu Qingyun walked over very casually, and Zhang Xiuxiu couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw her.

Zhang Rongrong's face changed.

Mu Qingyun walked to Sun Yuzhi's side easily.

This is the male protagonist of this play.

She glanced up, but recognized that this person had seen it once in Zhaocheng.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "Sun Gongzi."

Sun Yuzhi turned her head and saw Mu Qingyun, with some doubts on her face.

Although he has seen it in Zhaocheng, this grandson is very busy, and he generally doesn't remember Mu Qingyun very much.

Mu Qingyun nodded at him, and shook the painting away: "Give."

Thank you for your gifts, thank you for taking care of my old mother, take it well, and be a special match for you."

Sun Yuzhi looked at the painting, confused.

What is this?

Draw?

He didn't realize that the painting was satirizing him for a while, and he didn't shy away from others at all, and looked at it carefully.

Zhou Pingbo, who was standing on the side, was a person with a careful heart, and when he heard Mu Qingyun's words, he felt that something was wrong, and when he came over to take a look, he couldn't help but laugh.

Mu Qingyun sneered: "Sun Gongzi, I heard that you often spend excessively and don't know how to save at all, I hope you don't spend money indiscriminately in the future, you should give the money to your younger brothers and sisters."

Sun Yuzhi was furious: "What do you mean? When will I let others leave my beak in my family affairs?"

"It turns out that Sun Gongzi also knows this truth." Mu Qingyun shook his head, turned around and left, "Rats have skin, but people have no manners! What is it to be immortal without a man without a man?"

Sun Yuzhi: "......"