"Who told you to shout like this?"

After pinching his delicate little face, Mu Changqing looked constipated.

Think about it.

A little girl who is just as tall as your waist, with a pair of ponytails and a colorful butterfly skirt, who is about fourteen or fifteen years old, pounces on your arms and calls you cutely.

This picture makes your scalp numb no matter how you look at it.

Is it OK?

Exercise is a sure punishment, but Mu Changqing couldn't accept it for a while.

"What are you doing? Don't want to?"

He twisted the soft flesh on Mu Changqing's waist hard, and Yun Zhi raised her head and said proudly.

"Since I've been engaged to you, aren't you my husband?"

"Besides, we have all slept many times. Could it be that you wouldn't admit it?"

What slept?

Covering the unrestrained little mouth, Mu Changqing glared at her, and then didn't want to continue talking about this topic. She hugged her and walked to the busy master and servant Youshui.

Youshui naturally noticed Mu Changqing's figure long ago, but there was no movement. He was still serious about cooking porridge in front of the village. It was not until Mu Changqing came over that he said softly.

"Young Master, you are back."

"Um."

After responding, Mu Changqing smiled and faced Xiaoyu's big flashing eyes.

“Are you tired?”

Before Youshui could reply, Xiaoyu had already spoken out.

"I'm not tired, because of Qingshui Village, the lady has even improved her appetite during this period."

"Little Rain~"

Youshui couldn't help but say something angrily.

"Hehe, the young master cares about Miss, Xiaoyu is right."

After making a face, Xiaoyu said with a urging expression.

Haha, Mu Changqing put Yun Zhixi down, and then took the tool from Youshui's hand: "I'll do this, let me go in and rest for a while."

He nodded softly, and Youshui did not insist, and pulled Xiao Yuyun Zhixi into the village.

I thought that the remaining food could be finished at most cups of tea, but I don’t know who shouted in the city, and the waiter of Chang’an County was doing his best to show his compote in Qingshuizhuang.

As a result, the work that can be done with Mingming’s cup of tea was dragged to dusk and sunset.

After the congee was finished, the crowd pulled Mu Changqing to ask around.

What is the story of the story of the Chinese Studio? What is the next one?

Is Piaoxue Palace really a female disciple and no man as rumored?

What exactly is the heavenly chasm?

It has to be said that the people in the capital are very well-informed, and they know very well that many ordinary people do not know.

After all, I am in Chang'an Capital, and no relative in the family works in the palace.

After dealing with a group of hot fans, Mu Changqing returned to the village.

Seeing this, Youshui hurriedly brought tea.

"Thank you for your hard work, young master."

"Haha, the people are so enthusiastic."

"No, it's obvious that the young master deserves their respect."

Sitting upright, Youshui replied seriously.

Taking the tea in his mouth, Mu Changqing looked at the little face of the pear cheeks, which was better than Xue, and felt a little suspicious.

Why do I feel like this little girl has changed a lot after going out?

In the past, don’t say that you look at me normally, I’m afraid that I will blush for a long time if I say the last sentence.

Today, I would take the initiative to serve myself tea and even chat with me seriously.

This is a bit intriguing. Could it be that what happened to this little girl during the time she left? She suddenly became much bolder?

Although you can still vaguely see the subtle red glow on your face, it has been much better than before.

Of course, this is a good thing, and Mu Changqing would not ask about the reason.

Staying in Qingshui Village for a while, seeing that the sunlight was already getting late, Mu Changqing pulled Hanhan and his girls to walk towards the suburbs of the city.

As soon as he stepped into the bamboo courtyard, Hua Ji's laughter had already come.

"Are you hungry?"

Before Mu Changqing could speak, Yun Zhixi had already shook off Mu Changqing's big hand and turned into a gust of wind and rushed into Hua Ji's arms.

"Sister Hua Ji, you are back."

That coquettish tone is so fucking.

The master and servant Youshui also came forward to meet Hua Ji and said to him.

Looking around the bamboo courtyard, Mu Changqing couldn't help but wonder if he didn't see his sister-in-law and the boss.

"Where is Xue Ji and the others?"

"I've gone to the palace, but I should be back soon. Let's go into the house first, and I can have dinner later."

"By the way, Mu Lang, please call Sister Qin. It's rare to come back today, so the whole family will naturally have to have dinner together."

Speaking of Qin Mei, a hint of passion appeared in Mu Changqing's heart.

Mu Changqing has always been worried about this beautiful beauty who is so charming and mature that she can’t be more familiar with.

On the way back to the city, because Yue Ji was by the side, Mu Changqing naturally could not have been able to do anything in the carriage over the past few days, but he was filled with the fragrance every day, and his heart was suppressed.

Now that I see Boss Qin again, I don’t know what will happen if the thunder will make the earth’s fire. I think it’s inevitable that I have a full meal before dinner.

When he arrived in front of Qin Mei's house, Mu Changqing reached out and knocked on the door.

A moment later, a lazy response came from inside.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Hearing this, the room fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly the door opened wide, and a pair of jade hands pulled Mu Changqing in with lightning speed.

"Hey, wait~"

"What are you waiting for! I've been waiting for more than two months."

"Don't let it go, I'll take it off myself."

"I'm so sad, forget it, don't take it off!"

Ruddy and strange sounds gradually sounded inside the house, and then became more and more intense.

The osmanthus tree in the courtyard sways branches under the silhouette of the sunset, and a stream of elegant fragrance slowly spreads in the courtyard.

As the clouds dissipated, the rain stopped, and Boss Qin lay in Mu Changqing's arms with a resentful look on his face.

"You are so unfaithful, I don't know if you have sent a letter back after so many days. Is it because Piaoxue Palace has too many sluts that make you forget that there are still people at home thinking of you?"

Mu Changqing was with him all the time, but after all, he was unreasonable, and it was really unreasonable to leave Qin Mei and the girls in Chang'an after he left.

Qin Mei is not a tantrum. She has complaints and says that she can teach her lover to know her feelings. In addition, Mu Changqing has a good attitude towards admitting her mistakes, so most of the resentment in her heart has disappeared.

"Let's go quickly. Hua Ji and the others are still waiting for us to come over for dinner. It's too late. I must know what we are doing. Isn't this just a joke for them?"

With his eyebrows straightened, Boss Qin was not happy.

"Young Master, you are with Sister Hua Ji every day during this trip to Tianshan. You can't let me enjoy it now?"

"Okay, okay~"

After much persuasion, Mu Changqing persuaded Qin Mei to get out of bed, and the two of them walked towards the bamboo courtyard in neatly.

Xue Ji and the boss had already returned from the palace at this time and were sitting at the dining table in the yard talking to Hua Ji and the girls.

But although my sister-in-law was joking, her expression on her face was very unkind.

The food on the table was knocked in a white porcelain bowl and was afraid of being cold. It was obvious that I had been waiting for a long time.

Mu Changqing and Qin Mei walked into the bamboo courtyard. Before Mu Changqing could speak, Xue Ji had already stood up coldly and looked indifferently at Qin Mei who was holding Mu Changqing's jade hand and said coldly.

"open!"
To be continued...