Thin snowflakes fell from the sky.

Mu Qingyun sat in the gazebo, wearing a rather convenient robe, men's style, a small red clay stove on the table, a brass pot, the bottom of the pot is full of soup base boiled from mutton bones, the ingredients are slightly heavier, and supplemented by rice wine to remove the fish, plus a few red dates, a handful of wolfberries, it can be regarded as delicious.

In winter, the cuisine of the capital is very rare, but there is its own vegetable garden in the hot spring village, a few handfuls of small green vegetables, with a slice of mutton as thin as cicada wings, rolled in the soup pot, dipped in the sesame sauce wrapped in crushed peanuts and sesame grains, full of fragrant, it is really a fairy-like day.

Mrs. Liu stood far away, but she only felt that her chest was noisy, and she was very uncomfortable.

"Men are not men, women are not women, who is not out of the cabinet of the lady is dressed like this, and he still refuses to listen, he really doesn't know discipline!"

For three days, whatever she said, that cousin Mu Qingyun turned a deaf ear.

On the first day, she said that only Xia He was serving by her cousin's side, and she couldn't use it, her niece Cuiya was steady and clever, just to do an internal steward for her cousin, and the cousin had no blessing, so she sent Cuiya out, so angry that Cuiya screamed in her house for a long time, and her head hurt from the noise.

Yesterday, Xia He took away the key to the library directly, saying that he would take inventory, and the government would allocate money and food in the future, but Xia He was directly in charge, and she had nothing to do.

"Bah, I want to see, she can take care of it!"

As a result, on the third day, she hinted that the cooks on the other side of the kitchen were sick, the meals were all bright, the clothes were all prepared according to her requirements, the shoes should be thin and small, and the one-step skirt must be made to make the effect of only moving lightly.

Tossing for a long time, Mu Qingyun still ate and drank spicy food, I don't know where those meals came from, the kitchen meals were directly eaten by these people, she was so angry that she immediately flipped the table, but somehow, she accidentally fell on her buttocks, and immediately tears of pain flowed, and the lumbar spine is still very sore.

"Gotta figure figure it out."

Mrs. Liu is not stupid, if she can't control this cousin, then the free days will really come to an end.

Xia He is taking care of the accounts in Zhuangzi, although Mrs. Liu and her man feel that their accounts are doing well, after all, they have to give the old lady a purpose every year, but they are also worried about being scrutinized.

No matter how true a fake account is, it is also fake.

Mu Qingyun didn't pay attention to Mrs. Liu's mood, and she didn't want to fight wits and courage with this Steward Li and Mama Liu, it was really unnecessary, in such an era, she was naturally standing in a high position, and even made such a big move, could she really play a drama of 'slave bullying the master'?

Originally, she would soon be able to collect the evil things done by Steward Li and Mama Liu, and directly stabbed them to Anguohou's Mansion with a stick, and asked the old lady to clean up the mess, but she was now very fresh to this experimental product of Qiao's head office, especially after the systematic addition, she was very addicted, so she put a lot of effort into cutting a film, but she hadn't released it to earn energy points for her, so she naturally spent less time on family affairs, and delayed for a few more days.

Speaking of movies, what she likes to watch recently is mostly some tragic clips, whether it is the male protagonist or the female protagonist, the more miserable she is, the happier she is.

Let's just say that in her film, the three thousand small worlds were attacked by extraterritorial demons, and each world encountered a catastrophe of annihilation.

Emperor Qingyang, the god of war in the heavenly realm, gave a door to the world, and ordered the small worlds to unite and select outstanding warriors to form a salvation army.

Since then, when one side is in trouble, all sides will support and bear the disaster of annihilation.

This story is the story of a warrior in one of the small worlds of 'martial arts'.

His name is Ye Fei, he was selected to join the Salvation Army at the age of sixteen, and since then he has fought in the north and south, experienced countless wars, saved countless worlds, was seriously injured at the age of twenty, and died soon.

Mu Qingyun's editing is some small clips of his experience in his own world - funny, warm, hot-blooded, and all kinds of elements.

Now that the production is only roughly completed, Mu Qingyun still has to spend a little time to refine, and after the repair, she must choose a good time and choose a good place to screen it again, so as to satisfy her desire to share, not just to make money.

We all have a desire to share, and when we see good things, TV series, movies, and other works of art, we want everyone to like them as much as we do.

"Meow."

As soon as Mu Qingyun stretched out her hand, a gray-haired kitten jumped down from the tree and landed in her arms.

The mud rubbed against the placket of his clothes, Mu Qingyun was a little helpless, he first took out a handkerchief and wiped it, the ash of his body turned gray, and if he wanted to restore the snow-white fluff, he had to put it in the water and wash it several times.

"Meow, meow."

The kitten muttered for a while, Mu Qingyun suddenly sank his face, frowned, got up and put on his cloak, went straight down the pavilion, and walked around Yinfeng Tower to Wutong Garden.

Mrs. Liu originally looked angry, but when she saw Mu Qingyun's figure getting closer, she immediately changed her expression, coughed lightly and leaned forward, glanced at Xia He who came over, and said solemnly: "My cousin is young and likes to mess around, Xia He, you are the proud person next to the old lady, how can you be so unstable." ”

"Look, what do you let your cousin wear, where is the appearance of a boudoir daughter, the cousin is no longer the daughter of a rich man in the countryside, since she came to our Hou Mansion, she represents the face of the Hou Mansion, every word and deed, you have to abide by the rules is ......"

As she was talking, Mrs. Liu suddenly frowned and said urgently, "Where are you going?" The house in front of me has been unoccupied for a long time, and it is not popular, so don't walk around. ”

Saying that, she was about to stop someone, and just took a step out, only to hear a creak on her waist, and I don't know what was going on, a fart went out, and the waist of her back pants was stabbed and torn a hole.

Mrs. Liu's face suddenly turned green.

Xia He frowned: "If Mama Liu is not comfortable, go back and rest, you can't afford to scare your cousin." ”

Before the words fell, Mu Qingyun had already bypassed and climbed the stone steps, Mrs. Liu was anxious, gritted her teeth, but regardless of her own decency, she tied the cloak on her shoulders to her waist, and endured the pain in her waist and body with a twist, and chased after her and said repeatedly: "Cousin, girl, stay, you can't go ahead-"

While speaking, the group went up the stone steps, Mu Qingyun could faintly hear the mournful scream of a young woman in the distance, her steps were getting faster and faster, not to mention Mrs. Liu, even Xia He ran wildly all the way, panting, and could barely see the back of the cousin.

In the blink of an eye, I went up the stone steps, and I saw an old man wearing a strange vermilion mask and a lot of bird feathers on his body, taking a bamboo pole and struck at another young woman.

Every time she pumped, there was a bloody mouth on the woman's body, and she cried out in pain.

As soon as Mu Qingyun raised her hand, she slammed it, and the old man fell to the ground, so she went up and untied the young woman and helped her to sit aside.

(End of chapter)