It's not good for a beauty to be so irritable

The person outside the door did not know who dared to say such words to Mu Qinghe.Qin Ge looked around, but saw that the maids and servants all lowered their heads so tightly that they didn't dare to make a sound. The person who came here might have some background.

"I just want to see the old lady." Qin Ge heard Mrs. Mu explain carefully, her voice was a little timid.

The man snorted coldly, sounding like he had a bad temper.

"Father." Mu Qinghe's voice sounded, Qin Ge nodded secretly, so it was so.

"It's noisy and dirty outside, it's not good for recuperation, your health is not good, it's better to meditate in the courtyard with your mother," Mu Qinghe's voice was flat, no emotion could be heard.

Hearing this, Master Mu scolded angrily, "Naughty beast, something worse than pigs and dogs!"

A maid shrank back and wanted to retreat to the inner hall, but the servants saw it and wanted to retreat in fear.Qin Ge saw it, thought about it, sat quietly on the chair, and drank tea calmly.

"Father, grandma is sick, you have to take care of grandma's body. If there is something wrong with the child, change the place and let you punish." Mu Qinghe's voice was clear and sincere.

"Master." Mrs. Mu said nonuo authentically, her voice was full of fear and begging.

There was a moment of silence outside the courtyard.

After a long while, Master Mu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Nie Yi, someone will take you in. To pay for you..." He stopped here, as if he was interrupted, and did not continue.

Qin Ge took a sip of his tea and heard the man walking away.

"Brother Qin." Mu Qinghe bowed his hands to Qin Ge as soon as he entered the room, his face was full of shame, "my father is just a violent temper, and he doesn't like me, he thinks I'm a prodigal, so..." He said with a look on his face He looked disappointed and sad.

"What do you mean by Brother Mu?" Qin Ge stood up unhurriedly, pointed to a pot of peonies in full bloom on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Just now I saw this flower was so gorgeous, and I was so fascinated by it. Brother Mu didn’t even find it when he came back.”

Mu Qinghe looked at the peony on the desk, smiled happily at Qin Ge, and replied, "Why don't you go out and sit?"

Qin Ge nodded, and the two went out talking and laughing.

Walking to the door, Mu Qinghe told the boy who sent the two of them out, "Grandma is not in good health, you must pay more attention," the boy nodded repeatedly, with anxiety and fear on his face, Mu Qinghe's expression eased , and said, "If you have anything to do, go to the front yard to find me, and don't disturb my father and mother's Qingxiu." The young man hurriedly agreed, and before going out of the gate, he closed it hastily when Mu Qing and the two were out of sight. The gate, with a disheveled face, went back.

"That child seems to be very afraid of you?" Qin Ge stood at the corner and saw the boy closing the door with a pale face, as if he had received great fright.

"I'm not afraid of me." Mu Qinghe smiled, "They are all around grandma. Grandma and her elders are used to being vigorous and resolute, with clear rewards and punishments. These children are frightened, and their behavior is wrong, so they keep silent."

"It turned out to be like this." Qin Ge suddenly realized.

"Mufu's huge family business was all dependent on grandma back then. One can imagine the hard work. Now that grandma is sick, I really hope she can get better soon." Mu Qinghe sighed with sadness on his face. Take a breath.

"Old man, it's inevitable that you feel a little uncomfortable. Brother Mu, don't worry about it." Qin Ge comforted lightly.

"That being said, I still know a little bit about grandma's body." He moved closer to Qin Ge's side, and walked shoulder to shoulder with him, and said, "Thank you, Brother Qin, for your comfort."

Qin Ge frowned slightly, then parted again, took two steps forward, staggered away from Mu Qinghe, pointed to a clump of flowers that were as tall as a person, and bloomed extremely gorgeously, and asked, "What kind of flower is this? It's lively."

This clump of flowers is lush with branches and leaves, as tall as a small sapling, but there are many branches and leaves, and many flowers bloom. Almost every branch and leaf is hung with several bright red flowers that are either budding or beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a burning flame, but when you look closely, you can find that every petal is red and thick like blood, and when the breeze blows, the branches of the flowers flutter like blood. It is like splashing repeatedly in the air, and the beauty is full of strangeness, which makes people more and more frightened the more they look at it.

"What kind of flower is this? It looks unique." Qin Ge looked at the flower carefully and asked with a smile.

Mu Qinghe hid the haze in his eyes, raised his eyes and smiled, "It's just an ordinary flower. It's just that there is a noble concubine in the palace who loves this kind of flower the most. She pays tribute to my house. I think the more flowers bloom the better, so I add a little After some cultivation, it will be sent to the palace next year, and we will see if the imperial concubine likes it or not, and then make adjustments."

Qin Ge stretched out his hand and flicked a flower branch lightly. The flower swayed anxiously, only a few petals fell, and they were still blooming brightly. "This flower is unique." Qin Ge praised road.

Mu Qinghe stood on the side with his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of love and affection, he stroked the slightly trembling flower branches, and his tone was full of pride, "A beauty is like a flower, a flower is like a beauty, how can I let her wither." He looked at Qin Song, with a slight light in his eyes, "Brother Qin, let me tell you, this flower will not wither for a year."

"One year?" Qin Ge asked in surprise, "I've never heard that this kind of flower can bloom for a year."

Mu Qinghe stroked the flower branches slowly with his hands, like a lover whispering, his lips brushed against the flower branches, and murmured, "This is the result of my painstaking efforts. Of course, the flowers raised by other ordinary people cannot have this effect. "

He raised his head, his lips were already stained with blood, Qin Ge looked intently, and saw that the seemingly delicate flower branches were covered with thin thorns, and the place where Mu Qinghe lowered his head just now was also faintly stained with blood.He frowned in disgust, watching Mu Qinghe licking his lips unconsciously, with a very satisfied expression on his face, he suddenly lost the desire to deal with him any longer.

"I came to the mansion only for Baozi's business, Brother Ruomu won't allow..." He reiterated his reason for coming.

"I didn't object." Mu Qinghe said with a smile, "It's Baozi who disagrees."

"In that case, I'll take my leave." Qin Ge turned around and planned to leave.

"Brother Qin." Mu Qinghe stopped in front of him, his eyes flickering, and said, "Speaking of which, I have something to ask Brother Qin, if Brother Qin agrees, I will persuade Baozi."

Qin Ge felt impatient. Hearing what he said, he was a little curious about what his request was, so he asked, "What does this mean?"

Mu Qinghe picked up a flower branch and said, "Recently, the rumors about the immortal pill in the Mufu have become more and more intense, and the mansion has become less and less lively, and some kittens and mice often come over. If Brother Qin is willing to stay in the mansion to help, I will definitely not." Treat Brother Qin badly."

"Keep me?" Qin Ge raised his eyebrows, and there was a sharp look on his pretty face, "Brother Mu, have you thought about it?"

Mu Qinghe was calm and composed, as if he had made up his mind, he only looked at the flowers and branches, not the people, and said, "Brother Qin, you might as well think about it."

Qin Ge sneered, and was about to explode, when he suddenly saw Baozi and Butler Qin coming together, he frowned slightly, thinking of Chu Lianyu, he couldn't help but let go of the strength gathered at his fingertips.

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I'm sorry, there are fewer today, but I don't go to work on Tuesday, I have a day off, and I will write more tomorrow.Please bear with me, everyone.