Regent's Mansion

Yan Jiuming was half lying on the imperial chaise longue, and his three thousand black hair was tied behind his head with a red strap, and he was wearing a red dress loosely on his body, revealing half of his chest faintly. The moonlight shone on his face, looking real and illusory.

"Master, I met my elder brother on the street. It seemed to be talking to some beggars about the eldest lady of the Mu family!" Ye Lan looked at his master without saying anything, nor did he open his eyes, and didn't know if he was listening to her. In the end, the voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, she probably could only hear it.

Just when he thought the master would not reply to him, Yan Jiuming suddenly opened his eyes and said, "What did he say!"

She almost scared her to death, but in the end she said everything she heard without missing a word, and then waited for his reply.

When Yan Jiuming heard what Ye Lan said, he didn't know what he thought of, and laughed out loud, with a low magnetic voice: "Then go and add more fire, remember to pass this incident to King Liu."

Ye Lan didn't know what was going on at first, but when she saw the master's smile thinking of the third lady of the Mu family, she immediately knew what was going on and said happily: "Okay!"

Yan Jiuming was playing with the teacup in his hand, smiling happily, "I didn't expect you to be getting more and more interesting!"

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The next day, when Mu Xi was giving a lecture in the yard, Ling brought the latest news.

"I didn't expect so many versions appeared overnight!" It seems that the power of ancient gossip was also very powerful? Suddenly, it seemed that her father knew what kind of expression was like when he knew this.

Looking at Hongying and Luzhu who were kneeling on the ground, Mu Xi said, "It seems that the servants taught by Aunt Mo are really very good! They can even ride on the master's head."

Seeing Hongying and Luzhu kneeling on the ground, looking fearless, Mu Xi asked Ling to press them to the hall to go to Mu Qingfeng to ask clearly.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, Mu Xi could clearly feel the condensation atmosphere in the air.

Mu Qingfeng sat on the chair and seemed to have grown a few years old all of a sudden. He was not too surprised when he saw Mu Xi's arrival.

"It seems that my father already knows what's happening outside." Mu Xi knew that he knew what's happening outside when he saw him like this.

"Mu Xi! My father used to be sorry for you! Can you forgive your father?" Mu Qingfeng looked at Mu Xi with regret and begged for her forgiveness.

If Mu Xi hadn't seen the little plot in his eyes, he would have thought he was repenting, but it was a pity that she would not forgive him for the original owner.

"The person who came brings them up." Mu Xi did not answer his words directly, but instead asked Ling, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, to come to Mu Xi with the two servants.

"What's going on?" Mu Qingfeng said in confusion as he looked at the two slaves kneeling on the ground.

"Father, they stole my things. What should they do?" Mu Xi said with a smile.

Mu Qingfeng's face turned pale, but he still needed Mu Xi, so he still endured it. Aren't it just two slaves? It's gone.

"Pull it down and buy them in a kiln."
Chapter completed!