The little apprentice is well-behaved and pure [Transmigration Book]

Lin Jichen stood firm, "Thank you." "No thanks." Alas, no, why is this young man's hand holding his waist...

Lin Jichen stood firm, "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

Oh, no, why is this young man's hand holding his waist?

When Lin Jichen felt a little uncomfortable, the young man withdrew his hand.

The two of them didn't say much, and continued to dig deeper.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing. At this time in the past, the wine sellers have already asked people to pick the sweet-scented osmanthus, but it seems that no one has stepped here for a long time.

The villagers who watched the excitement behind said, "There used to be people nearby who saw the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming and wanted to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but the osmanthus here is very evil."

"What kind of evil method?"

"It is said that the person who picked the sweet-scented osmanthus died suddenly the next night."

"I heard that the former owner of Guiyuan Garden was also a flirtatious man. He married into Wu's house and didn't hold back his temper."

Beside an abandoned fountain pool, Mo Yinzhui stopped.

A gust of wind blew by, and a crisp bell sounded. Lin Jichen looked up and saw an iron bell hanging on the abandoned pavilion. Floating in the water.

"You stare at this place, could it be that the resentful girl is hiding here?"

Lin Jichen took out the compass, but the compass in his hand didn't make any sound at all. If there were evil spirits and ghosts nearby, the compass would indicate the direction.

Mo Yinzui raised his head, looked at him and asked, "Didn't you notice?"

"Found what?"

"Look around." Mo Yinzhui reminded.

Lin Jichen looked around, only to realize that the surrounding scenery had changed, the weeds had disappeared, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees were neat and orderly, and beside each sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there were a few boys picking sweet-scented osmanthus.

Their faces were blurry, Lin Jichen subconsciously wanted to see clearly, but saw one of them turned around and saluted him.

"lady."

Lin Jichen realized that they had fallen into an illusion. The next second, Lin Jichen's eyes went dark, and then the light and shadow intersected. When the surroundings calmed down, he saw that he had put on women's clothes, and the maid was carefully drawing his eyebrows.

It is also strange, why such an illusion is set up?

The little maid said while helping him draw his eyebrows: "Ma'am, today the master went to stay in the West Wing again, and that foxy son didn't know what kind of tricks he used, so shameless, bah."

In the mirror was a woman's face, with dignified features and calm eyebrows.

Before Lin Jichen could speak, the servant girl said again: "Madam, don't be so careless, the master is married, but since the master passed away, the master brought back a man in less than three months. Where do you put your face?"

Through the little maid's thoughts of hating iron and steel, Lin Jichen roughly understood that the illusion he was entering now was the identity of the mistress of the laurel garden.

There was half a jade flute on the table, the jade color was transparent at first glance, Lin Jichen was playing with it in his hand.

Although it was an illusion, Lin Jichen could feel the slightly cold, very real touch of the jade flute.

I don't know where the kid surnamed Mo went?

Lin Jichen got up and walked outside, just a few people came over, Lin Jichen met the eyes of one of them, and that person also looked at him.

He was dressed in red clothes, like fire, and he was out of place in this elegant and plain osmanthus garden. He was born extremely beautiful, with delicate features, cold white skin, and a bit of a strange feeling.

Before Lin Jichen could speak, the little maid next to her said, "You foxy girl, what are you doing here? This is Madam's place."

Lin Jichen suddenly understood that the person in front of him was the Hu Meizi that the little maid said, the man brought back by the master less than three months after his father-in-law passed away.

The servant next to "Hu Meizi" said: "Ma'am, the master is going to Jiangnan for something. Before leaving, the master told the madam to take good care of Mr. Lin Xuan."

"It's really deceiving!" The little maid was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves and did it.

"A-Ning, that's enough." Lin Jichen heard himself say such a sentence, and then "he" looked at "Hu Meizi" again, "What are you doing here?"

The beautiful man lowered his head slightly, he was gentle and polite, "I see the autumn scenery in the garden is good, I want to take a walk with my wife."

When the scene changed, Lin Jichen slapped at the side of the fountain, and the man behind him took off his fox fur and covered him, "Madam, the weather is getting colder, be careful not to catch the wind and cold."

Lin Jichen turned his head, and the man stared at him, his bright black eyes motionless.

"Hey, Mo, what the hell are you doing?" Lin Jichen broke free from the shackles of the secret realm, and grabbed the man's hand.

The reflection of the beautiful man in the water is a completely different face. Although there is a bit of beauty and looks a little strange, compared with the person in front of him, it is far worse.

Mo Yin chased: "We are in the illusion, and there should be no danger for the time being, but the plot in this illusion seems to go on."

Lin Jichen understands that this illusion is very likely to be what happened in real life, they just can figure out what happened and know the origin of this resentment.

Passing by a blooming osmanthus tree, Mo Yinzui stopped in his tracks, then he reached out and picked an osmanthus flower, and stuck it on the lady's head, "Madam, you are more beautiful than the osmanthus flower."

Lin Jichen: "..."

He is currently playing the role of wife, and the husband's mistress in front of him seems to have a good impression of his wife.

Not long after such a beautiful day, the master came back.

That night, the master went to the West Wing.

Lin Jichen looked at the brightly lit west wing, thinking that the boy should be fine, right?This illusion is quite real. Thinking of this, Lin Jichen suddenly had a feeling of gloating.

When Lin Jichen lowered his head, he saw the osmanthus branch in his hand, which was almost broken by him.

This sweet-scented osmanthus was the one that Mo Yin chased and stuck in his hair that day, and he kept it.

The servant girl behind said angrily, "Ma'am, the master is too much, he went to that Hu Meizi's room as soon as he came back, and didn't take you seriously at all."

"He is just a visiting son-in-law, and he really regards himself as the master of the Wu family."

Lin Jichen didn't know why, he seemed to empathize with him, and felt a blockage in his heart.

On the second day, the man had bruises on his face, and Lin Jichen heard himself asking, "What happened to your face?"

The man lowered his head and said, "Thank you Madam for your concern, I have nothing to do."

"You don't seem to be in trouble, did he hit you?" Lin Jichen held Mo Yinzhui's face in his hands, and when his eyes met, he could feel Mo Yinzhui froze for a moment.

"No, it's nothing, madam don't need to ask any more." Mo Yin chased him up, turned and left.

Lin Jichen looked at Mo Yinzhui's back, did this kid suffer last night?

The little girl beside him said: "Yesterday, the old man came out of Hu Meizi's room angrily, and went to the woman's room he brought back from Jiangnan this time."

"Why?" Lin Jichen asked.

The little maid said in a low voice: "It seems that there has been a conflict with the master."

Lin Jichen asked the kitchen to boil two eggs, and then he personally relieved Mo Yinzui's swelling, and Mo Yinzui held his hand.

"Madam, I and the master... are not willing to do so."

Lin Jichen looked into his eyes, and then he heard himself say, "I know, I will help you."

They didn't know that at the door, the second aunt who the master brought back from Jiangnan snorted coldly.

The scene suddenly changed, and Lin Jichen found himself lying on the same bed with Mo Yinzhui. The maid pushed open the door, saw what was in front of her, and tightly covered her mouth, "Ma'am, what are you..."

Immediately afterwards, a slightly rich man walked in. Seeing the two of them lying on the bed, he immediately flew into a rage, "You! You have no shame!"

The second aunt watched the excitement and was not afraid to stir up trouble and said: "Oh, sister, why did you do such a thing that ruined the family style? How can you be worthy of our Xue family and Mr. Xianggong."

Although Lin Jichen was a little confused, he sat up, quickly covered his body with his clothes, and quickly explained, "Sir, we don't...it's not like what you saw."

The man beside him stood up slowly, put on the obscene clothes, then walked up to the rich man, and stabbed the man's heart with one hand.

Before the little maid had time to scream, she was also heartbroken.

The second aunt looked at the two people who died tragically in front of her, and almost forgot to run away. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yinzhui's mouth, and then she also fell to the ground.

Lin Jichen felt that he was almost dumbfounded.

Mo Yinzui picked up the thin scroll, carefully wiped the blood on his hands, and then he turned his head, revealing the gentleness of the past.

Lin Jichen stepped back a little, "Don't, don't come here."

The man walked towards him step by step: "Yunniang, don't you admire me? Why are you scared when you see me kill them?"

"Don't you still like this fat man? Didn't he also marry into your Wu family? I can do it too. I can do better than him."

It was the first time for Lin Jichen to see this expression on Mo Yinzhui's face. In the past few days, Mo Yinzhui was always gentle and polite.

The man said these words with Moyin chasing this face, which made Lin Jichen feel a little twisted.

For some reason, he could feel that Mo Yinzhui was not that kind of person.

"You... you killed someone, you will be held accountable by the government."

The man smiled, "Yunniang, you don't have to be afraid."

Then Lin Jichen looked at the man in front of him, turning into a rich man in front of him.

"My lady, what do you think of this?"

"You...what the hell are you..."

The man smiled at him, "It doesn't matter what I am, lady, I only have you in my heart."

In the next few days, Lin Jichen lay on the bed recuperating from his illness. The man looked like a master in front of outsiders, but when he went back to his room and was alone with him, he changed back to his own appearance. Giving him medicine to lull her to sleep was very kind to him.

It's just that when they wanted to get closer at night, Lin Jichen resolutely resisted.

The man's eyes showed a bit of resentment: "Madam still thinks that we are not a couple, right? That's why I don't want me to touch you."

Lin Jichen trembled when he heard it, and changed the subject, "Where are the other people in the mansion? When I went out today, none of the servants looked at me."

"Now is the time to brew sweet-scented osmanthus wine. In a few days, the weather will be cold, and the sweet-scented osmanthus will fall."