The country is the matchmaker!Princess Black Lotus is reborn as a poisonous concubine

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Yun had been secretly observing Zhuo Lingchu's movements.

Except for the fact that his throat was injured and he couldn't speak, he was no different from his previous life. He liked to stay in his room and never go out.

However, in his previous life, apart from a few words with her, he had only spoken to a handful of others.

Maybe the little white guy next to him had a loud mouth. He was afraid that his master would feel uncomfortable, so he spoke more for him. No wonder Zhuo Lingchu didn't take it seriously even if his voice became hoarse.

In the evening, the glazed tiles on the pavilion were filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, sparkling.The lingering rays of light dye the bluestone table and stone benches that originally emitted the cold air with a layer of soft golden gauze, making people feel soft.

Mu Yun sat at the stone table under the pavilion in the courtyard and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.

Under the guidance of her second brother Qin Xi, her brushwork became more refined than in her previous life, and she became more and more unique in her own style.

I remembered that when she first entered the palace, she was ridiculed by the idle people in the palace because her writing was like a spider crawling around.

Later, she entered the Imperial College, and the old man in the Imperial College was so angry that she glared at her disorganized writing.

Mu Yun's mood became better when she thought that she would have another chance to tease the stubborn old man in the future.

With a focused look, Mu Yun's soft yet firm brush strokes will touch the paper. By moving the pen casually, she can outline regular scripts as vibrant as willow leaves in early spring.

Different from other women's soft and beautiful regular script with hairpin flowers, Mu Yun's calligraphy is graceful with a kind of energy, smooth and beautiful, and has her own style.

"Cough cough..."

A hoarse cough came from behind her.

Mu Yun looked back and saw Zhuo Lingchu with her head held high and her hands behind her back. When she looked back, she looked a little embarrassed and pretended to be casually leaning against the column of the pavilion.

Mu Yun put down her pen and asked doubtfully: "Young Master Chu, is there something wrong?"

Zhuo Lingchu handed the object in his hand to her.

Is this the Golden Begonia Bead Hua Bu Yao she lost?

After she returned home from Song Chunsheng's house that day, she found that the Bu Yao stuck in her head was missing. Later, she searched for it along the way, but still couldn't find it.

After she came back, she felt annoyed in her room for a long time. After all, this was one of the few relics her mother left for her.

Mu Yun instantly smiled and said, "Thank you. I've been looking for this for a long time. How did you know it was mine? Where did you pick it up?"

Zhuo Lingchu smiled and scratched his head.

Mu Yun looked away with some embarrassment, cursing in her mind why she asked so many questions to a mute, poking at his sore spots.

Zhuo Lingchu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Being mute was really good. He didn't want to lie to her.

He couldn't say that he picked up this Bu Yao because he was following her.

Today is her birthday. If you give other gifts rashly, it would be a bit rash for someone you just met. This lost and found Bu Yao should be regarded as a birthday gift for her.

The boy's smile was unpredictable, and the girl's smile was apologetic. The two stood opposite each other. Under the gradually red light of the setting sun, their figures were entangled, leaving a beautiful silhouette on the bluestone in the courtyard.

"Oh, by the way, wait for me." Mu Yun ran back to the room with a bang, and a moment later, she ran to Zhuo Lingchu again with a bang, seeming to be holding something in her arms.

The girl's cheeks were rosy and she was breathing slightly. The broken hair on her temples flew in front of her forehead due to her fast running, making her face even more beautiful and beautiful.

Zhuo Lingchu felt that his heartbeat skipped half a beat. After a moment, he calmed down the waves in his heart and looked at her doubtfully.

Mu Yun took out a polished bamboo flute and said to him sincerely: "This is the bamboo flute I... gave you, just consider it as a return gift."

After her rebirth, Mu Yun kept thinking about how she should repay Zhuo Lingchu for the warmth he brought her before she died in her previous life if she saw him again.

She has no identity and no money now, so she can't be allowed to commit herself to him!

After thinking hard for several days, even in her dream, Zhuo Lingchu stood beside her and said: Return my kindness, return my kindness...

Mu Yun, who was tormented by the feeling of debt in her heart, finally felt blessed when she was chopping firewood on the mountain. She stood in the budding crabapple forest, and the image of the carefree and handsome young man appeared in her mind. He leaned against the clusters of crabapple trees and said to her: "If I have the chance, I would like to play "The Song of Broken Flowers" for you."

Mu Yun had never heard of the name "Broken Flower Song" and had no idea how beautiful that piece of music would be. As for whether Zhuo Lingchu was proficient in music, she was even more skeptical. After all, he liked to pretend to be cool. Act cool...

In this life, his wish may be fulfilled.

Zhuo Lingchu looked at the bamboo flute in his hand and was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing after a moment.

She is such a person who knows how to repay kindness. When faced with the unintentional kindness of strangers, she will feel flustered and at a loss.

What's more, there is still a bond between him and her from the previous life.

Zhuo Lingchu took the bamboo flute with a smile and waved it towards Mu Yun.

Mu Yun nodded: "Okay, then you can play it to me tomorrow."

After saying that, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Zhuo Lingchu scratched his forehead, yes, that's what he thought.As expected, she understands herself very well.

Mu Yun raised his eyebrows unnaturally, "It's getting late, Young Master Chu, please go to bed early."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and escaped in a hurry before Zhuo Lingchu could react.

Entering the house, turning around, closing the door, all in one smooth motion.

Inside the room, she covered her pounding heart and carefully reviewed what she had just said subconsciously.

He wouldn't have any doubts about himself. What he blurted out just now didn't sound like someone he had just met.

Well, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds in the future, and she must not let someone as unpredictable as Zhuo Lingchu doubt her.

The next day, just like in the previous life, Qin Yuan, who has always been keen to participate in various festivals, invited everyone to go for an outing in the mountains.

On the day of the Spring Equinox, it is the Yangui Festival commemorated by the whole city in Ningxing County.

When the spring equinox arrives, the swallows return.The founding war of the country a hundred years ago was decided on the spring equinox. The old, weak, women and children in the family all looked forward to the early and safe return of the men in the family who joined the army.

Missing my loved ones and looking at the moon for thousands of miles always brings me heartache, and I return to my homeland with a handful of loess and brocade clothes.

Whether they return with meritorious service or become wandering souls, the relatives left behind at home all hope that the family members who fought on the battlefield and suffered from the wind and sand can become the swallows that return home as scheduled, returning home in beautiful clothes.

Today, in the peaceful and prosperous times, on the day of the Yangui Festival, although most people in Ningxing County have forgotten the original intention of the Yangui Festival, most of them still retain the customs of the festival. They meet up with friends and go up the mountain for an outing to see the distance. , or look at the wanderers in the distance who have not returned, or remember the relatives who have passed away, and talk to comfort the sorrow in the middle of the night.

When Mu Yun saw that the door to the wing was ajar, she pushed it open slightly and wanted to ask the young master if he needed the water bag she had prepared for the trip.

As soon as she entered the door, she was frightened by the sight in front of her and broke into a cold sweat.