I’ll Be the Male Lead’s Sister-in-Law

The moonlight was clear, giving everything a faint, silver light, and Mu Mingtang's side face was illuminated in the moonlight, giving him a cold and gentle beauty.

Especially her eyes, like pearls and jade, pierced through clouds and fog.

Xie Xuanchen suddenly felt that such an atmosphere was suitable for hugging, and he really hugged Mu Mingtang. This hug is light and precious, without any lust.

Under the moonlight, Xie Xuanchen hugged the girl who had given him infinite support and pulled him out of the abyss for a while, feeling moved and unable to hold on to herself.

The death of cronies and comrades-in-arms back then was like a big mountain, which had been weighed heavily on him for these years, and Xie Xuanchen could not forgive himself. Every time he thinks about it, he feels painful, and even his past merits have become a sin.

When all the people betrayed their relatives and were ruined, he committed such sins, what is the face of his life?

In the previous two years, he was disgusted with himself and instinctively survived. Reason told him that there were too many things wrong, but emotionally, he was afraid to take it seriously. He struggled with pain for a long time, until one day there was movement in his ear, and a woman's voice sounded by the bed: "Master, I am Mu Mingtang. "

In the next half year, Xie Xuanchen was like living for Mu Mingtang. He didn't intend to survive, but he knew that if he died, Mu Mingtang would certainly not survive. For this reason, Xie Xuanchen always tells himself to hold on for a while and pave the way for Mu Mingtang.

Then there were more and more ties, and the extravagant hopes in my heart became heavier.

When he discovered the aroma ball before, Xie Xuanchen desperately told himself not to believe it, as long as he was not serious, he would not be disappointed in the future. Until today, I heard the words of the little Taoist priest, and all speculations confirmed that the sharp sword hanging from Xie Xuanchen's heart also fell to the ground with a sound.

He is not a monster. He still has the right to stay in the world, and he has the right to hope for the life of Rimu Chuyan and his wife.

Xie Xuanchen felt so lucky that after he gave up his life, there was another girl who kept telling him that you can't die and that you shouldn't die. She always said "You are my savior" with certainty, and her eyes sparkled when she mentioned his name. Xie Xuanchen was certain that if he hadn't met Mu Mingtang in the past six months, he must have died.

How lucky he was, after struggling in the dark to make humble prayers, he really met a descendant who traveled to medicine at that time and gave him a definite answer.

As for whether the little Taoist can be cured, how to cure it, what matters. Nothing in the world is more difficult than the past two years.

No matter what you need to pay, how much disappointment and pain you endure, it is not worth mentioning.

The future for him is no longer a bubble-like, fragile, fragile phantom that bursts at once. He is finally qualified to undertake the plans Mu Mingtang has said, and is finally qualified to imagine what their future will look like.

Xie Xuanchen hugged Mu Mingtang in an embracing posture, but both hands were cautious and did not dare to use force. He has been carrying supernatural power since he was a child, and a heavy object that adults can't lift is like a toy in his hand, but now he looks forward and afraid, as if he can't hold Mu Mingtang's slender waist.

Moonlight poured from the palm of his hand, even Mu Mingtang in his arms seemed to be moonlight, and disappeared with the touch.

This hug was gentle and cherished, and Mu Mingtang didn't avoid it at all. She stood quietly for a while, felt the slight strength behind her, sighed slightly, and took the initiative to hug Xie Xuanchen.

She wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, she would always be by his side, and she felt that the language was too frivolous before such a scene, and that everything was too thin. Finally, Mu Mingtang can only express his feelings with actions.

Xie Xuanchen felt her movement, and the strength in his hand slowly increased, as if the ethereal moonlight finally caught the real form, and he hugged Mu Mingtang tightly in his arms.

The moonlight passed by, the shadows of the two people overlapped, and in the end almost only one person remained.

The room was quiet for a while, and Mu Mingtang said softly, "Everything will get better. No, it's getting better."

Xie Xuanchen replied in a low voice: "I know."

After making a huge joke with him, God finally sent Mu Mingtang kindly. Now that he completely let go of his heart knot, it is time to start preparing for a comeback.

His woman should be free and unscrupulous. She doesn't need to care about anyone or anything.

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After determining the cause, after that, we will gradually get rid of this evil southern Xinjiang weeds.

The first step was to make Wu Yufei's destruction of consciousness no longer aggravated.

According to the little Taoist priest, Mu Mingtang and Xie Xuanchen both suspected that Wu Yu was flying down in the lavender spice. Before going to bed last night, Mu Mingtang thought for a long time about how to remove the incense from his clothes without suspicion.

The incense on clothes is part of the etiquette, and clothes that have been incense are considered new clothes. If Mu Mingtang rashly says that incense is not incense, it is impossible to justify it, and it will definitely arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Secretly changing the spice is more to cover up. After all, if the medicine is really in the lavender spice, the spice must be the focus of the other party's attention. Mu Mingtang's slight manipulation of the spice may cause the other party to be wary.

At that time, it will only be more difficult to end. Now the other party is in the light, they are in the dark. Xie Xuanchen still needs time to recover, so this protection interval is very important. They cannot expose themselves prematurely, especially not let the other party know that they have noticed.

Mu Mingtang thought for a long time but couldn't think of a perfect solution. She asked Xie Xuanchen, and Xie Xuanchen couldn't think of a way.

Finally, the solution Xie Xuanchen gave was: "Leave him alone. Anyway, it has been used for a long time. It is not bad for one day or two days."

Mu Mingtang got a headache with anger. She thought about it for half the night last night. When she woke up this morning, she was not in good spirits.

She leaned sleepily in front of the dressing table and closed her eyes, letting the maid behind her hair curl for her. After a while, the maid inserted the last hairpin and said kindly: "Wang Hao, what do you think of Suiyun's bun today?"

Mu Mingtang opened her eyes, and the maid immediately held up a round mirror, placed it behind her hair, and let Mu Mingtang look at the bun behind her by the reflection of the two mirrors. Suiyun's bun is shaped like its name, with long hair stacked on top of the head, but slanting to the back, elegant and dexterous, like a flying cloud out of Xiu, charming and immortal.

And Mu Mingtang still has a golden hair ring in his hair. The sides of the cloud bun are adorned with beads, gems, and tassels. Although not many, they are used in every point. One more point is bloated, one point less. It is plain, and it can be described as very good.

Mu Mingtang looked around in the mirror, nodded and said, "Yes. Reward."

Wanfa's maid immediately responded with a smile. After Mu Mingtang finished dressing up, he moved to the tips. Xie Xuanchen had been waiting here a long time ago. When she saw her coming out, he put down the Di Wen in his hand and said, "You are out. The breakfast is ready. Let's go to dinner."

Mu Mingtang was originally very satisfied with today's dress, but when he found that Xie Xuanchen hadn't moved, he couldn't help being a little annoyed: "Have you not noticed that I am different today?"

When Xie Xuanchen heard the nervousness in his heart, he cautiously asked: "What's the difference?"

"Hair bun." Mu Mingtang's neck moved slightly, and the tassels adorning the end of Suiyun's bun shook lightly. "I changed my hair bun today. You don't even say I look good!"

Xie Xuanchen sighed helplessly and frightened him. He really thought what was wrong. Xie Xuanchen was accustomed to big scenes, and at this moment he still calmly said: "You have always looked good. This bun looks good only when you look at it. Why should I pay special attention to it?"

Mu Mingtang was persuaded at once, and smiled at him with a smile: "A strong word is unreasonable. I won't care about you today."

The maids who followed behind were silent, only feeling their teeth sore.

Mu Mingtang and Xie Xuanchen took the seats one after the other. Even the breakfast in the palace also had regulations. Before and after the food was served several times, the first batch of fruits, melons, etc. were served.

The maid served on the side and said, "Wang Hao, these are the new cherries this year. I went out to buy the cherries in the kitchen early this morning. They are fresh."

The maid served the washed and placed cherries. The cherries were brightly red and placed in an ice-cracked porcelain dish. They were unbelievably beautiful.

Mu Mingtang looked at Shui Lingling's cherries and suddenly gave birth to an idea.

Xie Xuanchen felt Mu Mingtang looking at him. He raised his head and saw that Mu Mingtang's expression changed slightly, his eyes seemed to be implicit.

Xie Xuanchen really couldn't understand Mu Mingtang's suggestion. He still remembered one time when a female officer came in with a quilt, and Mu Mingtang motioned him to refuse with his eyes, and then Xie Xuanchen completely understood it.

Although this mistake helped a great deal invisibly, after all, there is a lesson from the past, and Xie Xuanchen doesn't believe him now. Before ventilating with Mu Mingtang, he would not take the conversation rashly.

So Xie Xuanchen just asked conservatively: "What's wrong? Are cherries unpalatable?"

Mu Mingtang rolled her eyes inwardly. She hasn't eaten yet, how can she know if it suits her taste? Mu Mingtang gave up and let Xie Xuanchen cooperate, the tacit understanding between the two of them was terribly low.

Mu Mingtang then said: "The cherries are early this year, and they smell fresh."

Xie Xuanchen became more confused as he listened, and couldn't help asking: "Does cherries have a fragrance?"

Mu Mingtang was laying the groundwork. Hearing his words, he gave him a fierce look: "Of course! You can't smell it."

Xie Xuanchen kept quiet with interest. After Mu Mingtang finished Xie Xuanchen fiercely, he continued: "Speaking of fragrance, it is natural to become the best. The taste of melons and fruits is alive, and no matter how good spices are used for incense, it smells dead."

Xie Xuanchen finally understood what Mu Mingtang wanted to say. After that, she heard her say: "In the future, don’t use the spices in the house anymore. Each house has a special fruit plate and uses fresh melons and fruits to incense. What is fashionable every season? Fruit, just incense."

The maids didn't understand what the princess wanted to do. They looked at each other and did not dare to refute.

"Yes."

"The same goes for clothes. Smoked out of the smoked cage always smells of fire. In the future, I will smoke with fruits, oranges in winter and apples in summer, so that the fruity flavor will slowly penetrate into the clothes, without the artificially carved taste."

This... is too difficult for others. How many melons and fruits should I use to permeate clothes with the taste of apples and oranges? Smoked overnight like this, the next day the good fruit will be thrown away. Year after year, how much will this item be consumed?

It's too extravagant.

But the princess had to listen to what he said, the prince didn't say anything, how dare they say anything. The maid bowed down, and Mu Mingtang watched them take down the incense burner and smoked cage from the house before they ate contentedly.

Sure enough, a lot of fresh fruits were delivered to the kitchen, all of which were just on the market. If you want to meet the requirements of the princess and let the house smell naturally fruity, you must not use ordinary fruit plates. You have to use a special large container to fill with fresh fruit. When the taste is weak, immediately remove it and replace it with a new one.

At noon, Mu Mingtang watched as a large bowl of undamaged fruit was removed and thrown away, and his heart ached. But she can't say, she has to pretend to be arrogant and reckless. As soon as they left, Mu Mingtang pulled Xie Xuanchen to complain: "What should I do? I feel distressed. With this momentum, wouldn't it be necessary to change at least four or five times a day?"

Xie Xuanchen comforted her: "It's okay, it doesn't cost much, just waste it."

Mu Mingtang glared at him vigorously, and Xie Xuanchen had to change his words: "It's just that I used a lot of fruit for the first time. When the fruity taste is in our house in the future, we don't have to change it so frequently. I guess twice a day is enough."

After speaking, Xie Xuanchen bluntly expressed his appreciation for the idea: "Sure enough, you still have a way. This is a good idea. Fresh melons and fruits are thrown a day. They can't do anything anyway."

"Don't tell me." Mu Mingtang felt pained every time he thought about it. "Throwing twice a day, I still feel distressed."

But no matter how you say it, Wu Yufei's problem was solved somehow. The second step was to release Yao Yin's control over Xie Xuanchen.

The little Taoist priest was urged by Mu Mingtang for several days and finally found his master's manuscript.

Only a few days later, the little Taoist priest had been fed by the royal family's food. With a small round face, he said: "I have recognized the master's words for a long time, and I read the medical book again, and finally found a way."

"what?"

"In the way of a person, he will be cured of his body." The little Taoist said, "It can also be called, fighting with poison."