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

Mu Qinghe had been busy working in the flower fields in Fuchu all morning. When washing his hands, he suddenly remembered that something was wrong. He called his servants and asked, "Is the prefect here?"

The servant shook his head and replied, "I didn't see it."

Mu Qinghe picked up the handkerchief, washed it himself, carefully wiped every finger, repeated several times before throwing the handkerchief back into the water.

Baozi stepped forward, washed the handkerchief, and handed it to the maid who brought the water. "My lord, what's the matter?" Seeing Mu Qinghe's face slightly solemn, he thought for a while and asked softly.

Mu Qinghe waved his hand, motioning for the people to go down, grabbed the bun, hugged it into his arms, and said, "Would you like the bun to comfort me?"

Baozi wrapped his arms around his neck, his pale face flushed, and he whispered, "Then, shall we go to the room?"

Mu Qinghe lowered his head, kissed him on the lips, and said softly, "It's not possible now." His hand moved around on Baozi's body, and finally stopped on Baozi's leg, and squeezed slightly, Baozi hissed in pain. With a sound, Mu Qinghe's hand stopped immediately, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?" Baozi bit his lip, nodded slightly, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Mu Qinghe rubbed his legs pitifully, then kissed his cheek, stretched out his hand to pinch a piece of pastry from the table, put it into his mouth, and said, "Go back and take medicine and take care of your body." Wipe off the debris from the corner of his mouth, put him on a stool beside him, and said, "This pastry is your favorite, just eat here slowly."

Baozi sniffed, sat down on the stool obediently, picked up the pastry, and put it into the mouth in small pieces.

Mu Qinghe touched his face and praised him, "Good boy."

Baozi pursed his mouth, looking at his gentle smile, his heart was as sweet as sugar, and he felt that the fear that was gradually simmering in his heart disappeared in that smile.

Mu Qinghe came to the gate of a small courtyard alone, pushed open the door, and went in on his own.The little boy watering the flowers in the courtyard saw him coming in and saluted quickly.Mu Qinghe waved his hand to signal him to step back, and stood in the yard by himself, waiting quietly.

The flowers in Mufu grow extremely vigorously, and each flower blooms enthusiastically and gorgeously. The few pots of flowers in this yard are shriveled and thin, and are out of place with other flowers.

"Steward Qin, if you agree to give these flowers to me to raise, their growth will be far beyond that." Mu Qinghe twisted a leaf with two fingers, and said to the human being at the door with disgust.

Qin Butler stood under the eaves, looked at Mu Qinghe with cloudy eyes, and stopped looking at the flower in his hand, he opened his mouth, his voice was as hoarse as ever, "I dare not trouble you."

"Your ears are better today." Mu Qinghe smiled, put down the leaf, and looked at Butler Qin's old figure meaningfully.

Butler Qin raised his head slowly, his back straightened a little, and he asked, "What do you mean, my lord?"

Mu Qinghe stretched out his hand, took out something from his bosom, put it in his palm, and said, "That's what it means."

Butler Qin's eyes widened, and he asked in a strange voice, "Why are you here?"

Mu Qinghe laughed loudly, put the thing in his arms into his arms, and looked fiercely, "Why, do you get scared when you see this thing?"

Qin Butler's dull eyes instantly became sharp, he glanced at Mu Qinghe's chest, and said, "I promised Mu Huai, Mu Huai, you don't have to blackmail me with this."

"Because my grandpa saved you?"

"Because I promised him."

Qin Butler raised his head, his back was straight, and he didn't look extremely old in the past.He looked at Mu Qinghe and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Really?" Mu Qinghe smiled sarcastically, met Shang Qin's sharp eyes, smiled silently, and said, "The magistrate was originally scheduled to come to fetch flowers today, but he was absent for no reason. In the past, he never dared to do this." Mu Mu Qinghe turned around and said to Guanjia Qin, "The trap has been triggered, but there is no prey inside. Mufu is no longer safe."

Butler Qin was silent for a long time, until Mu Qinghe impatiently knocked on one side of the stake, and then said, "With you here, the Mu Mansion has never been safe."

"Haha." Mu Qinghe burst out laughing, as if he heard something funny, his facial muscles twisted together, Qin Butler stood where he was, frowning to see him go crazy, after a long while, he suddenly raised his hand and took the flower pot beside him Flicking all of them to the ground, he said coldly, "Without me, the Mu Mansion would have disappeared ten years ago. Immortal Pill? Ha!" He stepped up the steps with a few steps, stared into Butler Qin's eyes, and said word by word , "With me, the Mu Mansion has been preserved so far."

Qin Butler looked at his crazy eyes, his gray beard trembled slightly, and soon calmed down again.He sighed, "You shouldn't have recruited that Mr. Qin into the mansion."

"What's wrong with him?" Mu Qinghe's eyes sharpened, "Who is he?"

Qin Butler hesitated to speak, but finally swallowed the words, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure yet."

Mu Qinghe took two steps, with his hands behind his back, he suddenly made up his mind, and turned his head, "I'd rather kill by mistake. Let him do it first."

Butler Qin frowned, "You want me to kill him?"

"Why not?" Mu Qinghe turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.Qin Butler didn't dodge or evade, and asked loudly, "Is he related to the magistrate?"

Mentioning the magistrate, Mu Qinghe's confused mind suddenly cleared up. He shook his head and said, "No, it's better not to move him. The most urgent task is to solve Iron Eagle Fort first."

"Iron Eagle Fort?" Qin Butler's complexion turned sour, he stared at Mu Qinghe, "When did you get involved with Iron Eagle Fort?"

Mu Qinghe smiled fearlessly and said, "Do you know Iron Eagle Fort?"

Qin Butler's eyes drifted to the sky, and he fell into memory, "40 years ago, I heard that the royal family secretly supported a sect. There were rumors that it was Iron Eagle Castle, but, later..."

"What happened next?" Mu Qinghe asked eagerly, his face excited.

Butler Qin shook his head and denied, "No, Iron Eagle Fort has a long history, and has always acted weirdly, but it has not been partial to decent gangs. The rumors may not be true."

Seeing his determination, Mu Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "It's true that if you stay in the small courtyard for a long time, your eyesight will become short-sighted. Today's Iron Eagle Fort takes arresting the most evil people as the first task. You say, they are not the court. minions of the

"What?" Qin Butler was shocked, and then remembered what he said earlier to solve the matter of Iron Eagle Fort, and asked in surprise, "You messed with Iron Eagle Fort?"

Mu Qinghe stretched out a finger and shook it, "I didn't provoke people and make them restless. I thought they were just passing through Songming County, but I didn't expect them to leave. The magistrate doesn't come to the door, I'm afraid it's with That's about it."

"How can you be sure that their goal is Mufu?" Qin Butler asked with some doubts.

"Guess?" Mu Qinghe looked at him with a smile, Qin Butler's face was ashen.Mu Qinghe laughed, then his complexion turned cold, and he said gloomyly, "My good uncle sends monks to deliver incense every day, so it has been off for two days. Guess, if someone didn't stop him, Song Those bumpkins in Ming County, who can stop those bald donkeys?"

The more Butler Qin listened, his brows furrowed deeper, "How many of them are here?"

Mu Qinghe moved his eyes slightly, and said with a relaxed expression, "Don't worry, there's only one person here."

Qin Butler felt relieved, nodded and said, "Although the old man has not moved for many years, it is still not a problem to be alone."

Mu Qinghe smiled with a friendly smile, he bowed respectfully, and said gratefully, "So, the Mu Mansion will depend on you, Butler Qin."

Butler Qin nodded, watched Mu Qinghe walk out the door gracefully, closed the courtyard door for him considerately, snorted coldly, and flung his sleeves into the room in disgust.

Mu Qinghe walked slowly along the path to a place where there was a bush of flowers as tall as a person, and saw that the flowers were lush with branches and leaves, bright red like fire, he couldn't help laughing.When he got closer, he saw that a lot of petals had fallen from the root of the flower overnight. He immediately picked it up distressedly, put it in his palm, stroked it carefully, and murmured softly, "Poor flower." He took the petals He put it into his lips, kissed it, squatted down, picked up the soil of the flower root, carefully put the petals in, and said softly, "Don't worry, there will be food soon."

Baozi sat alone in the gazebo among the flowers, gnawing on the pastry contentedly, eating very comfortably, although his little face was pale, but he chewed and ate very happily.

"You really enjoyed your meal." A voice suddenly sounded from beside my ear.

"Who?" Baozi was startled, and jumped up from the stool in shock, the cakes scattered all over the floor.

"Me." Bai Lang dodged to avoid the pastry, and sat on the stool on the other side.

"It's you!" Baozi's eyes widened, "You're that liar!"

Bai Lang frowned, picked out his ears, and tilted his bun, "Who is a liar! I gave you money."

Baozi looked at him suspiciously, remembering that he was tied to the bed by him.

Bai Lang was uncomfortable seeing him, so he clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to take you back today, do you want to go back?"

Baozi looked at him vigilantly, and quickly scanned his surroundings. When he found no one around, he shrank his neck and stepped back, "Where are you taking me?"

"Where else can we go?" Bai Lang grabbed his wrist and said impatiently, "Someone kept whispering in his ear that he wanted to take you back, so I had no choice but to come here and take you back."

"Is it Master Shaozhai?" Baozi stopped struggling and asked.

"Who else but him!" Bai Lang said angrily, and started to grab people with his hands.

Baozi hurriedly grabbed the edge of the stone table and yelled, "I won't go back!"

Bai Lang exerted more force and asked forcefully, "Really?"

"Really, really, really!" Baozi agreed in multiple voices, resisting Bai Lang to drag him back.

"Then I have no choice but to..." Bai Lang let go of his hand abruptly, Baozi staggered, and threw himself on the table, rubbing his face against the stone table, flushed, he cried out in pain, only to hear Bai Lang happily say, "Let go of you." .”

Baozi covered his face and glared at him in anger.After waiting for a while, seeing that he still didn't leave, I couldn't help asking, "Why don't you leave?"

Bai Lang leaned against the pillar, carefully looked at Baozi's reddish cheeks, and said, "Why did you abandon your young village master?"

Baozi puffed his mouth and remained silent.

"Don't tell me?" Bai Lang approached him slowly, made a gesture to hug him away, and threatened, "Then take him away and hide him, and ask carefully." He snapped his fingers and said viciously.

Baozi hurriedly jumped aside, a table away from him, and said, "It's none of your business!"

Bai Lang spread his hands and said helplessly, "It's none of my business, but who made Xiaoyu want to take you out of the tiger prison wholeheartedly?"

"Master Shaozhai..." Baozi murmured when he heard the words, his expression was a little touched.

"If you don't tell me, I won't be able to explain to him when I go back." Bai Lang said again.

Baozi bit his lip, and after a long time, when Bai Lang could not help but strike again, Fang said, "Actually, I have long wanted to leave Liuxian Village."

"Why?" Bai Lang asked.

"They killed my parents." Baozi struggled, "Master Shaozhai treats me like a family member..." He looked away in pain and said, "I don't want to be entangled with them anymore. Zhaizhu, let’s not see each other again.” Baozi covered his face, his voice trembling slightly, and said, “Just tell the young Zhaizhu like this. Tell him, tell him not to look for me again.”

"Kill your parents?"

Bai Lang asked in disbelief, "Are you sure? Liuxianzhai never hurts people's lives."

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Baozi shouted, "It's them!"

"Tsk." Bai Lang walked to the table, across the table from Baozi, looked him in the eyes, and asked, "How did you kill him?"

Baozi lowered his head, his eyes filled with tears, he blinked, and the tears dripped down on the stone table, quickly soaking a large area, Bai Lang saw him crying with a headache, and reminded, "Your son But be back soon."

Hearing the sound, Baozi raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see Mu Qinghe, his eyes were filled with disappointment, he choked and said, "My parents and I were passing through Liuxian Mountain, and we were robbed by mountain bandits, the carriage was frightened, and we were in a panic."

When Bai Lang heard this, he felt something was wrong, "Bandits? Liuxianzhai doesn't do this business."

Baozi lowered his head, sniffled his nose, and muttered, "They went down the mountain to clean up the bandits, they met our frightened carriage, but they didn't save my parents!"

The more Bai Lang listened, the more he couldn't understand, "I didn't save you? Then how did you survive?"

"My parents threw me up when the carriage fell!" Baozi couldn't control his voice, and shouted, "They are on the edge of the cliff, but they didn't reach out to help!"

Looking at the tear stains on Baozi's face, Bai Lang asked, "They only caught you, didn't they?"

"Yes..." Baozi sat down weakly, covered his face and cried bitterly, "My parents are gone, what's the use of saving me? I'd rather die with them...Father...mother..." He wailed loudly, Cry like a child.

Bai Lang looked at Baozi's slender figure lying on the table and wept bitterly, and said softly, "Have you ever thought about it, it's not that they don't want to save them, it's just that they don't have time to save them."

"I just can't help it!" Baozi cried with blue veins on his forehead, slapped his hands on the table, and said stubbornly, "They killed my parents! I hate them! I hate them!" He repeated over and over again, like It's like reading it to myself, crying and repeating inarticulately.

Bai Lang looked at him with pity, and said, "Hatred doesn't make you happier. As a substitute for hatred, they are even more innocent. After all, compared to bandits, they are the ones who really save you. Especially , your young master."

Baozi trembled, his face buried in his arms, and he said, "Get lost! Don't do it again!"

Bai Lang stood there with pity in his eyes. For a while, he was about to say something, but suddenly he saw a person walking slowly towards the end of the flower field.

"Are you really not going back with me?"

"No!" Baozi said in a muffled voice.

"No regrets?"

"Never regret it!" Baozi replied firmly.

"That's good." Bai Lang jumped up to the pavilion, and finally said to Baozi, "Be careful with Mu Qinghe. You'd better see what he asked you to do."

"Get out!" Baozi's heart moved, and his suppressed fear was instantly aroused. Every night, the dull sound of chopping knives, the viscous liquid, the stench, the weird atmosphere, the gloomy environment... His hands trembled slightly, "——What exactly do you want to say?" Baozi raised his head and asked in Bai Lang's direction.

Wherever the eyes went, they were facing Shang Muqinghe's gentle and elegant face.

His pupils constricted, and his heart seemed to stop beating at this moment.

"Who's talking about that?"

Mu Qinghe lowered his head very gently, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for Baozi, "Why are you crying? Has anyone been here?" He looked around, looking at the pastries that were broken into pieces on the ground.

Baozi's mind went blank, he looked at Mu Qinghe stupidly, when he felt the touch on his face, he quickly moved away as if being stabbed, and hurriedly said, "No, no one! Young village master, you are back!" He He stepped forward anxiously, trying to clean up the debris on the ground.

"Master Shaozhai?" Before Mu Qinghe could retract his hand in time, he grabbed Baozi's squatting body, and the smile on his face became more obvious, "Little Baozi, are you talking to me?"

Sweat covered Baozi's forehead, and his whole body was trembling. In the past, Mu Qinghe's smile made him feel the most warm, but at this moment, he only felt a deep chill.

"Yes...it's Young Master, I made a slip of the tongue." Baozi replied carefully.

"Really?" Mu Qinghe supported Baozi, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and asked pitifully, "Does Baozi miss your young village master?"

His movements were so gentle, just like in the past, Baozi's heart trembled, it was the warmth he had always longed for.

"No!" He hurriedly raised his head and looked at Mu Qinghe, "I just want to stay by your side."

"Do you want to stay with me forever?" Mu Qinghe's voice was soft, as if it contained countless friendships.

Baozi nodded hastily, and confessed his feelings to him, "I am willing to stay by Young Master's side forever."

"That's good." Mu Qinghe stroked his cheek, as if he was touching a good baby, with obvious distress in his eyes, "It's a pity, look at this little pale face, there is no trace of blood."

Baozi stared at him blankly, and seeing that he didn't look angry, he tentatively leaned into his arms, and said with attachment, "Master."

Mu Qinghe took him into his arms, stroked Baozi's hair, and said, "I don't like people lying to me the most in my life."

Baozi trembled violently in his arms.

Mu Qinghe hugged him tightly, his voice was still so soft, "However, if it's Xiao Baozi, then it's okay."

"Young master..." Baozi responded emotionally, and leaned against his arms very docilely.Mu Qinghe smiled at the top of his head, and kissed him lightly on the top of his head.

Qin Ge sat in the room, looking bored at the people coming and going on the street.

Suddenly the door was knocked a few times very lightly, respectfully and regularly.

Qin Ge tapped on the table with his fingertips, and said casually, "Come in."

The door was opened, and a man dressed in black walked into the room.

"Young Palace Master." He half knelt down and saluted respectfully.

"Get up." Qin Ge glanced at him, then turned his gaze outside again, "Is everything done?"

The man stood up and said guiltily, "That man is hidden in the mountains, and his subordinates are incompetent. It took a few more days to get rid of the traitor."

Qin Ge turned his head and looked at him up and down. The man stood upright, allowing him to look at him, but when Qin Ge looked at his arm, his fingers moved slightly unconsciously, as if he wanted to turn his back to the back.Qin Ge couldn't help asking, "Are you injured?"

"This subordinate is incompetent and slightly injured." The man immediately knelt down and bowed his head to plead guilty.

"Okay, Mo Ying." Qin Ge waved his hand, motioning him to get up, "Go get some medicine yourself."

Mo Ying stood up, obediently stood behind him, and did not apply the medicine, "This subordinate is fine."

"It's up to you." Qin Ge propped his cheeks and let him stand behind him, as if he didn't notice the man's gaze.

It was getting dark and the streets were brightly lit.

Qin Ge suddenly said, "If you are asked to kill someone, can you do it?"

"Yes." Mo Ying replied immediately.

"Go to Mufu. Find a boy named Baozi." Qin Ge ordered each sentence, although slowly, but his words were firm, "Can you find it?"

"Yes." Mo Ying nodded.

"kill him."

"Yes." Mo Ying turned and went out, hiding into the night.

Inside the house, Qin Ge looked at the bright and cheerful lights on the street, like someone's eyes when he was angry, he couldn't help but smiled, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, don't blame me."