Only my golden finger has bugs in the world

"I'm your father, Mu Shaoai." Seeing her silence for a long time, Si Yan thought it was his aura that frightened her.

Gu Wanyin immediately came back to her senses, her ears were reddish, she was so ashamed to see her father staring in a daze, she was so ashamed on the first day she entered the Mu Mansion, it was really... So ashamed.

"Father, father." Under the encouragement of several pairs of eyes, Gu Wanyin raised her head and shouted courageously, ignoring the awkwardness in her heart.

"Yeah." Si Yan reached out and touched Gu Wanyin's soft black hair. He had never had any children before, but now he became the father of a 14-year-old girl in another world. This feeling of being a father is quite strange. There was inevitably a trace of tenderness in his heart.

Si Yan took out an emerald ring pendant wrapped in plain silk thread, with a very special and unique style, and handed it to Gu Wanyin.

"This is a gift for you, with your new name engraved on it. I know that you suffered in the prime minister's mansion before, and now that I have found you, the Mu mansion will take care of all the revenge and grievances that should be avenged in the future." You do it, you are my only daughter, and you will also be the only mistress of Mu Mansion."

Gu Wanyin reached out to take the ring pendant, and she hung it gently around her waist immediately.She lowered her head to look, and there were three small characters engraved on the front of the ring, which were her new name in the future - Mu Wanyin.She secretly thought that this would be her only name in the future.

Mu Wanyin (it will be changed to Mu Wanyin in the future) felt a little more joyful. It seemed that her father was expecting her arrival.

Seeing her playing with the ring around her waist, Si Yan turned his attention to Yan Xubai, "Is Ting Lan Yuan ready?"

Yan Xubai replied solemnly and respectfully: "Master Hui, everything has been packed."

"Yeah." Si Yan nodded, and said to Mu Wanyin, "Wanyin, you just came back, and you must be tired, so go back to Tinglanyuan to rest today."

After giving instructions, Si Yan left and walked towards the study. He could tell that Mu Wanyin looked uncomfortable facing him.

Yan Xubai sent Si Yan away with his eyes. This fair-faced young housekeeper with a very literary temperament showed a smile, turned to Mu Wanyin and said, "Miss Wanyin, it seems that the young master still values ​​you very much."

The ring pendant that Si Yan gave to Mu Wanyin is not only a beautiful decoration with her new name written on it, but also a symbol of the shogunate master. From now on, as long as Mu Wanyin takes this ring pendant to all the shops under the name of the shogunate, she will Treat her as a guest of honor.

After all, it was something that Si Yan had worn for many years, and it was given to his daughter who had lost it and found it again. Giving her status and respect also reflected his love for daughters.

Mu Wanyin nodded, didn't say anything, just took this sentence as flattery from the housekeeper, and didn't take it to heart.

Yan Xubai only said one sentence without beginning or end, and then continued to lead the way for Mu Wanyin.

Mu Wanyin followed Yan Xubai for a long time, and seeing that her destination was approaching after walking for a long time, she hesitated and said, "Butler Yan, I want to ask you something."

Yan Xubai immediately stopped when he heard the words, turned around and said respectfully: "Miss, you are right."

Mu Wanyin pursed her lips, and asked eagerly, "My father, is that Mu Shaoai from Jiangnan?"

She was in a daze just now, and her mind was not clear, but now her mind is a little clearer, and she is shocked.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and answered, "Yes." He lifted his chin slightly, and there was hidden pride in his eyes.

Since the founding of the country, the Yan Dynasty has attached great importance to literati.Scholars, farmers, businessmen, "everything is inferior, only reading is high", they believe that bachelors build virtue in their hearts, build careers in the world, proclaim their merits in words, and be able to be admired by future generations.All scholars in the Yan Dynasty aimed to become the highest level Confucian scholars.

In the Yan Dynasty, there were only a handful of people who could be called great Confucianists.

In the Yan Dynasty, there were four great academies handed down from generation to generation: Qitian Academy in Beijing, Xunyang Academy in Jiangnan, Bailu Academy in Jiangdong, and Songhao Academy in Huainan. scholar.However, Mu Shaoai from Jiangnan took over Xunyang Academy 12 years ago at a young age, and was born ten years ago as the youngest number one scholar. He tried his best to revive the Xunyang Academy, which was in decline, and successfully ranked among the four major academies of the Yan Dynasty. In ten years, many famous talents were trained. Many officials of the Yan Dynasty were students who had studied in Xunyang Academy .

And Mu Shaoai, the dean of Xunyang Academy, is even more amazingly talented. The great Confucian who is respected by the most people.After all, such a person handed down from generation to generation may not necessarily appear in hundreds of years.

Mu Wanyin bit her lips to hide the shock in her heart, and then continued to ask, "Father said that I am the only mistress of the Mu Mansion. What does that mean? Where is my mother... Where is she?"

Yan Xubai heard the words, his face was still so respectful, but the smile in his eyes faded, "Miss Hui, your mother has passed away."

Mu Wanyin wanted to continue asking about her mother, but she suddenly felt that this was not a good time to ask, or maybe she shouldn't ask this question, seeing Yan Xubai's expression, her mother's Things are not much willing to mention, or even kept secret.

She pursed her lips, and finally just said, "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for clarifying my doubts." She was savvy and didn't continue to ask the bottom line.

"Miss is being polite, this is my duty." Yan Xubai evaded and replied respectfully.

Yan Xubai sent Mu Wanyin to Tinglanyuan, and after he settled everything, he asked carefully when he left, "Miss, see what else is missing in Tinglanyuan, send someone to tell me, and I'll send someone to give it to you right away." Delivered. It's getting late today, you should rest early, and someone will deliver your lunch and dinner to your room." He paused, and then said: "Also, let me say something more about your mother. , don’t mention it in front of the young master, the young master may feel unhappy, please keep this in mind. I’m done with this, I’m leaving first.”

Mu Wanyin was stunned when she heard the words, she just nodded and said, "Thank you, Butler Yan."

After closing the door, only she, Yingsheng and Geyu were left in the room.

Geyu put down the baggage in her hands and put Mu Wanyin's things away. She looked back and forth excitedly at the layout of the room, and her clear voice sounded like a warbler, "Miss, the layout of this room is really exquisite. Ah, much better than your room in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Yingsheng carefully arranged the quilts in the room, and sighed: "Yes, but I didn't expect that Miss's biological father is actually the world-famous talented Mu Shaoai. Now, Miss has come to the end of all hardships."

Ge Yu nodded his head, his cheeks were a little red, and he said embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, but Mr. Mu looks like a fairy, he is so beautiful, so beautiful, I am ashamed to call him master, I always feel like calling him old."

"Then we'll call him Young Master just like the people in the house." Yingsheng continued.

Mu Wanyin shook her head helplessly, "Geyu! You little girl, you are not big or small. Well, this room is almost cleaned up, you go to the yard and pick the maids sent by Butler Yan who are pleasing to the eye. If you choose to stay, you must be diligent, honest and unobtrusive. After you have arranged for them, you can also go to the rest meeting, I have nothing to do here for the time being."

"Okay, miss." They both replied in unison.

Mu Wanyin was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a brand new pearl and jasper amulet in her hand. Looking at her blurred face in the bronze mirror, she was quietly in a trance, temporarily forgetting the pain in her heart. Should be content.

In the end, there was only one thought left in her mind, hoping that the weather would be fine tomorrow, so that she could pay homage to her mother (the mother here refers to the deceased Mrs. Gu) and Nanny Wang, and tell them that everything is fine.