Mu Yixing heard Mu Yirong say that he was crying, and immediately pushed away Mu Yirong's hand on his shoulder, and denied it stiffly: "I didn't get into trouble again, what did my father and mother scold me for?"

After Mu Yixing said this, he found that it was wrong, as if he was often scolded, and hurriedly corrected: "Daddy loves me the most, how can he be willing to scold me." ”

Mu Yirong once again hugged Mu Yixing's shoulders, reached out and rubbed Mu Yixing's head: "Big brother also loves you the most, go, please drink." ”

Mu Yirong hugged Mu Yixing in one hand and two altars of burning knives in the other, and stepped into the gate of Xianyuan with a smile.

Mu Yixing was just knocked down Seocho, and now his body is still a little hot and inexplicable, and his heart is twisted, and he wants to leave.

But his eldest brother was like a tight hoop made of pure steel, holding him tightly, making him unable to get out, and he couldn't help complaining angrily: "You said you took me to drink, why did you come here?"

Mu Yirong smiled and shook the two jars of burning knives in his hand: "Isn't this wine!"

As he spoke, he walked to the Xian Courtyard with Mu Yixing half-pushed and half-hugged, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Cousin Xiaocao'er, our brothers are here to pick you up." ”

There was silence in the courtyard, and the wind blew the pear blossom treetops and blew off a few pear petals.

Seocho fell lightly from under the tree, and a few pear blossoms fell in her hair, dotted with green silk like a waterfall.

"Only wine, no meat?"

Mu Yixing was startled by the voice that suddenly appeared behind him, and hurriedly turned around, and a pair of dark eyes that flashed like stars on Sakamisa, and immediately staggered his eyes.

"The cook is not here, I heard that Bao'er, the servant who is serving in your yard, is the daughter of the cook, and she should have good skills, so let her go to the kitchen to get two snacks and dishes. ”

Mu Yirong said as he placed the two jars of burning knives on the stone table in the small courtyard.

"The beautiful scenery of the good day, with the breeze and the moon, our brothers came to catch the wind for your cousin. ”

After Mu Yirong finished speaking, he beckoned Mu Yixing and Seocho, who were still stunned, to come and sit down, and then looked around, but couldn't see Bao'er, and couldn't help but wonder: "It's so late, your maid is not serving in the courtyard, where did you go?"

"I don't know. She ran out suddenly, not knowing where she had gone or what she had done. ”

"It's okay, let's drink and talk while waiting for her to come back, and then serve it with snacks and food." ”

Mu Yirong said, poured three glasses of wine, and put one in front of Mu Yixing.

Mu Yixing's mood was indescribable, he reached out and pushed away the wine glass on the table, but the wine glass fell all at once, and the wine splashed on Mu Yirong.

Mu Yirong subconsciously waved his sleeves to block the drink, but the sleeves were pulled to Seocho's face, and Seocho also reflexively pushed away Mu Yirong's arm, and as a result, Mu Yirong's arm slapped on Mu Yixing's head who got up in surprise.

Mu Yixing, who got up with his buttocks, was stunned all of a sudden, his body lost his balance, and he fell backwards.

Then he subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed his eldest brother's arm, and Mu Yirong, who was pulled and twisted and also lost his balance, brought down Seocho on his side.

A series of accidents only happened for a moment, and when Bao'er, who went out to take a breath, returned to Xianyuan, she was immediately shocked by the scene in front of her.

I saw that the second young master of Mufu was pressed under him by his eldest brother, and her young lady was pressing on the eldest young master's body, and she was staging a stack of arhats.

Just now, when Mu Yixing chased Seocho to Xianyuan, Bao'er happened to be preparing face wash for Seocho, and when she saw Mu Yixing's fierce Seocho, she immediately dodged and hid behind the washstand.

It's just that as soon as she hid behind the washstand, she secretly scolded herself for being a coward, at this time, she, as Seocho's maidservant, should rush over to block her own young lady.

As a competent servant girl, no matter how much thunder the second young master has, she must protect her master, so that she is the duty of a slave.

However, when she mustered up her courage and was about to step out, she saw that the second young master suddenly threw her young lady to the ground, so frightened that she retracted her feet again, and held her breath, and she didn't dare to come out.

Bao'er, who was huddled behind the washstand, stared at the two of them with her eyes, but the words she had just heard the two arguing had popped up in her mind.

As if to say, her young lady is going to Dali Temple on an errand, could it be an auditory hallucination?

The daughter of a good duan, going to the official yamen on an errand is already shocking enough, how can she go to Dali Temple, where she deals with murderers and dead people every day?

Also, what the hell is this second young master who knocked down her young lady without saying a word?

Could it be that the second young master, who was embarrassed and angry, wanted to insult her young lady?

So at this time, should she shout "catch the pervert"?

Fortunately, the second young master ran away with a roll, and Bao'er breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that if she sees something she shouldn't see, will her eyes be gouged out?

The scene that Fang just bumped into was a little too fragrant and exciting, and Bao'er's little heart that had not yet opened her love sinus was a little unbearable, so she hurriedly said hello to Seocho and ran out of the yard to breathe.

And when she returned to the Xianyuan again, she saw a scene that was even more exciting than the one just now, and her jaw was about to hit the top of her feet in horror.

"I didn't see anything. ”

Bao'er covered her eyes with both hands, and then moved sideways like a crab.

"Come back. ”

A man's call made Bao'er put down her hands, and she saw that Ruicao, Mu Yirong, and Mu Yixing were already sitting upright, as if nothing had happened.

Mu Yirong showed a gentle smile to Bao'er: "Yixing and I have prepared water and wine, and we will wash the dust for Cousin Seocho, and you will cook two appetizers." ”

When Bao'er heard this, as if she had received amnesty, she hurriedly ran out, and Mu Yixing commanded loudly behind her: "Be spicy." ”

"Good. ”

Bao'er replied unusually loudly, and then after a while, she ran back with a large round dustpan.

Mu Yirong sighed: "The cook's daughter, she really cooks well." ”

As a result, when he lifted the drawer cloth covering the dustpan, he saw a plate of charcoal-like things lying underneath, and he didn't know what it was. There was also a plate containing an undercooked yellow croaker, staring at everyone with the eyes of a dead fish.

Mu Yixing stroked his forehead, pointed to the black charcoal-like thing and asked Bao'er, "What was this thing when he was alive?"

"Eggs. ”

Being able to fry eggs into black charcoal is a peerless skill.

Mu Yixing felt that after eating this plate of fried eggs, he would have to be poisoned to see Hades.

Speechless, he covered the half-dead yellow croaker with a blank face, fearing that if he looked at it twice, the dead fish eye would have to appear in his dream.

Mu Yixing asked Bao'er if she wasn't the cook's daughter, why was her skills so poor, and didn't her mother teach her how to cook?

Bao'er said that when she was a child, she was burned by hot oil, and her skirt was burned by the fire under the stove, so she didn't dare to go near the stove.

Mu Yixing was speechless again, and said in his heart that the feng shui of this Xianyuan was not good, and he specially gathered people who had no brains.