Mucha looked at Ying Han, he guessed correctly, and sure enough, as soon as it was noon, Liang Muyue sent someone.

She also put the location of the final competition in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, and it seems that she has really worked hard to let everyone in the palace see the results of this competition.

However, Liang Muyue's design was just lifting a stone and shooting herself in the foot, no matter how she struggled, it was impossible for her to win the mimosa against the cold with the saffron.

Mucha recognized that the little guy was Liang Muxiao's person, and deliberately delayed: "It's almost lunch time, I'm hungry now, it's better to wait until I have dinner before going." ”

The little guy looked up at the spirit plant on the bookcase, Ying Han had already hidden it, and only a few branches and leaves were left.

This is clearly no change from yesterday, and the little guy is overjoyed, and uses the magic weapon of communication to spread the information.

"I felt a faint fluctuation of aura, and that little guy used the telecommunication secret technique. ”

Ying Han's voice came, Mucha looked up at the little guy, his slightly smug little expression showed that he didn't hear Ying Han's words at all, and Ying Han would actually transmit the sound into the secret.

"I don't know how to transmit sound mysteries, but because I rely on Musha's help to transform into a spirit, I have a special connection with you at the moment of my transformation, so I can communicate with you in the language of plants. ”

Ying Han knew the question in Muxia's heart, and took the initiative to explain it, the language of plants, ordinary people naturally can't hear it, and only Muxia, who has a special connection with Ying Han, can hear his words.

Mucha turned around and sat down on the chair, leaned back in a comfortable position, and shouted out the door, "Mama Rong, is the lunch meal ready today?"

After hearing this, the little guy immediately knelt down and begged: "Eighth Miss, don't be embarrassed, now the head of the family, the two ladies, the young masters and the important masters in the mansion have all arrived at the main hall, if you don't go, I really can't afford it!"

Mucha sat up straight, condescending, staring at the little guy without saying a word, until the little guy became more and more panicked and began to kneel down and kowtow.

Seeing that the little maid was frightened, Mucha slowly got up, raised his legs and walked out of the door, and said without looking back: "That's it, I'll go to the main hall." ”

After Mucha left, the little guy came to his senses for a while, and after wiping a handful of sweat, he couldn't help but wonder, when did Miss Eight have such power!

The Hanyuan Building where Mucha lives is in the corner of the City Lord's Mansion, and the main hall is the first building after entering the main gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

There were a lot of people I met along the way, but they were all ordinary white luck, and there was no trace of impurities in the clean.

Hey, it seems that this Liangcheng is not a place where people are outstanding, it is all white, which is really boring.

Mucha walked to the rockery behind the main hall, hid his figure and looked at the main hall, only to see that all the doors in the front and back were wide open, and it was easy to see the situation in the main hall.

Liang Wangting sat on the main seat in the center of the hall, the two ladies sat on either side of him, and the other young masters and disciples stood in the open space of the main hall.

The hall was already full of flattery.

"Miss Nine is really a genius, she actually let the spirit plant bloom overnight, I really can't envy it. ”

"Yes, the hard work of the ninth sister for many years has really not been in vain. ”

"Why hasn't the eighth sister come yet, aren't you afraid. ”

"It's that I don't have a face at all. ”

Mucha listened to the room full of flattery and falling stones, and looked at Liang Wangting, who was sitting in the middle of the expressionless face, what kind of ruthless and vicious father was this, and he was indifferent to the malicious struggle and suppression between his children.

I really don't know if his biological children are flesh and blood or tools in his heart.

Liang Muyue was indulged in this whisker and horse, and she was already fluttering.

She took a step forward, saluted Liang Wangting and said, "Father, if you want to come, the eighth sister has already admitted defeat and doesn't dare to come, so it's better for my father to announce the results of the competition directly." ”

Liang Wangting frowned, his face displeased.

This daughter is really unsuccessful, she gets carried away after being flattered for a few words, not only does she have no patience at all, but she even dares to give orders to herself.

It's just a child without a spiritual root, even if she wins a small competition, she is still an ordinary woman without a spiritual root.

At this time, Mucha's voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"The daughter is late, so please punish the father. ”

After speaking, Mucha walked to Liang Muyue's side, and after also saluting, he said humbly: "It's just that because my daughter's cultivation of spiritual plants has reached a critical moment, it has delayed time, and my father has waited for a long time, and my daughter is deeply disturbed, so I ask my father to punish her." ”

With that, Mucha's head was lowered.

Liang Wangting's brows stretched, this is what a woman should look like.

He waved his big arm: "Excuse me, it's not only at a critical moment, but also a reason, forget it this time." ”

Liang Muxiao observed her words and looks, and she was about to be angry to death next to her, creating such a good opportunity for Liang Muyue, but she fell behind at the beginning, which was really the life of cannon fodder.

However, the best show is still to come, and the results of the competition will definitely make Liang Muxia's heart like ashes.

Liang Muxiao, who is the eldest daughter in the family, stood up at this time, and after also bowing, she said: "Father, since the eighth sister is here, can you compare and judge the spirit plants of the two younger sisters?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Muxia, only to see that she was empty-handed, how could there be any spirit plants, presumably she directly admitted defeat.

Mucha smiled lightly and said, "The daughter is afraid that her father will wait for a long time, and the footsteps will be faster, and Xiao Nuan will come immediately behind." ”

Mama Rong is a lot older, how could Mucha be willing to let her walk so far with a mud basin, so she called Xiao Nuan to come with her.

But Xiao Nuan was timid, far away from Muxia, and came a little later than Muxia.

After a while, Xiao Nuan came in with her head bowed in her arms, put the mud pot on the wooden platform in the middle, and bowed before retreating.

Everyone looked at the mimosa, and saw that the sparse branches and leaves were even more miserable than yesterday, and the saffron that stood up the stamens of the flowers next to it was contrasted like a malnourished little beggar.

Liang Muyue showed a proud expression, tilted her head and squinted at Mucha with disdain, and said loudly: "There is no need for Babo to come forward, anyone with a discerning eye can see who wins and who loses." ”

Mucha smiled lightly again: "What the ninth sister said is that my sister relies on innate qualifications and luck, and she is really invincible." ”

The people in this big room were stunned, Miss Eight was not crazy, and she dared to say that she was invincible with a few broken weeds.

After a few breaths, laughter resounded in the hall.

Mucha was in the midst of these people, observing everyone's expressions.

Several brothers and sisters have already laughed back and forth, especially Liang Muyue and Liang Mutong, where is there still a trace of the temperament of a big family lady.

The eldest lady and the second lady in the middle paid attention to the dignified image, and just covered their mouths and smiled, while the aunts who were watching couldn't help it, and the flowers and branches trembled with laughter.

There was only one person, who showed some concerned expressions, and wanted to say something, but he wanted to stop talking.

That person is Liang Zhicen, the third young master of the Liang family, in Liang Muxia's memory, the whole family, and this brother still cares about her.

Liang Wangting in the center was like a bystander, indifferently watching the development of things in the hall.

Mucha couldn't help but sigh, what a ruthless person.

Everyone laughed for a while, Liang Wangting became impatient, and as soon as the voice was full of energy, all the people in the hall did not dare to laugh anymore.

"Old eight, you can announce the results. ”

After hearing this, Liang Babo took a step forward and stood in front of the saffron to announce the result.

At this time, Mucha said softly, "Is it true that Uncle Ba doesn't take a closer look anymore?"

For some reason, Muxia's eyes seemed to have magical power, and Liang Babo was slightly puzzled and turned his head to look at the poor mimosa.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it actually surprised Liang Babo at first glance.

I saw Liang Babo's eyes widen, pointing to the pot of mimosa, and he couldn't speak for a long time with his mouth open, like a big walnut stuck in his throat.

After a few breaths, Liang Babo said, "The old man is enough in this life", rolled his eyes, fell straight and fainted.