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Chapter 426 Borrowing a Fan
Mu Dian was quite disappointed, thinking that since he came, he would go to see Zhaohui.

May is the flowering period, and the cannas in front of the porch are in full bloom. Large red, yellow, and yellow petals are dotted among the emerald green leaves. They are vigorous and gorgeous, adding a bit of enthusiasm and vitality to the dull afternoon.

Zhaohui half-kneeled in front of the desk to sort out the scrolls, his chin was pointed, his face was a little smaller, but it was not as pale as when he was just sick, and his cheeks were rosy, which seemed to be healed.

Seeing Mu Dianke coming, Zhaohui quickly pulled back his skirt and got up, with suspicious eyes, he swept from the pearl comb on Mu Dianke's head to the smoke cage gauze skirt under his feet, the look in his eyes was not so much surprise, it was more frightened.

She has been following Mu Dianke for a long time, and she has seen her do this kind of dress several times. It looks good, but it always makes people feel weird-is a holy girl who has lost her murderous spirit still a holy girl?

"……girl."

Mu Dianke took Zhaohui's astonishment into his eyes, felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "I'll come and see you, how is your recovery?"

Zhaohui smiled and said: "Thanks to Doctor Yan's excellent medical skills, the servant has already recovered, and I didn't suffer much."

Mu Dianke nodded and said, "That's good." Xiang Yan Zhiwu bowed and bowed to salute, "The maid is recuperating here, so I'm causing trouble to the old man."

Yan Zhiwu's face was full of tiredness, and he was even older than what he had seen in the past few days. He said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Si is serious. It is right for a doctor to save people. Not only did Ms. Zhaohui not cause me any trouble, but she also helped the old man a lot. .”

Pointing to a stack of excerpt notes on the desk, he smiled and said, "Look, it's all due to her."

Zhaohui was embarrassed by Yan Zhiwu's praise, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice softened a lot, without the bluntness of the past, he said: "It's not all due to me, I wouldn't have done it without Fu Zhangting's guidance." I can’t do it well. The old man has a lot to do every day, and I can’t do anything else. I can only do some trivial things such as writing and copying.”

Yan Zhiwu joked, "Yo, the little girl is humble."

I still remember Zhaohui's fiery and arrogant temper when he first came here, he was as weak as he was when he was ill, and he would explode if he said he would explode.Fu Xiu was not less angry with Zhaohui at the beginning, but fortunately he has a gentle temperament, he is not angry every time he is dismissed, and only persuades each other with reason.After a long time, Zhaohui was more or less able to listen, and his temper also restrained a lot.

Mu Dian couldn't be clear about the girl beside him, and said with a smile: "The servant girl is rude, I made the old man laugh."

Yan Zhiwu waved his hand and said, "Young people, it's normal to have a little temper. They're all as tepid as Axiu, I don't think it's boring."

When it comes to his lover, he is quite proud and laughs heartily.

He heard a clear voice outside the door and said with a smile: "It seems that Master despises disciples?"

Fu Xiu's head was covered with sweat, and he stepped in from the door, shaking his long gown, as if he had just been fished out of the water, with no part of his body dry.Walking in with a smile, he turned his head to look: "Is there a guest?"

Her pace faltered for a moment, then she smiled: "Miss Four."

Mu Dianke's identity was made public, and Fu Xiu had also learned about it earlier, so there was no need to hide his title.

With the sound of Fourth Miss exiting, it was as if an invisible heavy door suddenly fell and was completely closed.

In Fu Xiu's eyes, there was lightness, loneliness, and a bit of sourness and bitterness.

The woman in front of him was no longer the merchant's daughter Nian Xiaofo whom he led into Huairen Hall.

She is Mu Si, a legend in the world, and also someone whom the young master puts in his heart's favor.

She was still her, but she was no longer someone he could reach.

Mu Dianke smiled and nodded: "Fu Zhangting."

Fu Xiu thought it was good, but luckily he didn't say anything, so as not to embarrass each other to the point where they couldn't see each other.

After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, Fu Xiu went back to the house to get things, didn't even have time to change his clothes, and went out in a hurry, smiling apologetically: "Unfortunately, there are a lot of things to do today, so I can't entertain Miss Fourth."

Mu Dian laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. Fu Zhangting is busy with business. Don't worry about me."

Just as he was talking, another person came in from outside the door.Before seeing the person, first hear the voice:

"Fu Xiu, is this your newly added junior sister from Luo County? Tsk, what a beautiful little beauty."

An Tiru and Zhao Ping frowned at the same time, Fu Xiu lowered his voice and said, "Ming Huan, what are you talking about?"

The young man named Ming Huan walked in swaggeringly, waving a folding fan.

From his appearance, he should be seventeen or eighteen years old.Fair-skinned, of medium build, with a strong bookish look, he stared straight at Mu Dianke, put away the folding fan with a clatter, and knocked it in the palm of his left hand, with the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a self-conscious and graceful smile.

Because of this smile, the whole person seemed more and more immodest, even a little frivolous.

There was anger in Zhao Ping's eyes, and before he could speak, Zhao Hui had already said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just keep your stinky mouth in check."

Had it not been for the consideration that Mu Dianke would have to get along with everyone in Huairentang in the future, Zhaohui would have wanted to kill people a long time ago.

The man was startled for a moment, apparently he didn't take Zhaohui's words seriously, and said with a smile, "Fu Xiu, where did this girl come from? She looks pretty good, but she's a fierce person, no good."

Fu Xiu anxiously tugged at the man's sleeve, but the man seemed unaware, his eyes still glued to Mu Dianke's face, and he asked with a smile, "May I ask how old this little junior sister is, and what's her name?"

Zhaohui raised his eyebrows, and Emei pierced half of his sleeve, and was about to hurt someone violently, but Mu Dian was caught off guard, and had to stop, and put the Emei spear back into his sleeve.

"Markaqin," Mu Dianke said calmly, "Markaqin, the saint of Ming Palace."

"Markaqin—" the man said imitating Mu Dianke's accent, with a rather teasing attitude: "It sounds good, but it doesn't sound like our name from the Central Plains—"

Halfway through uttering the word "ah", I suddenly felt as if someone was stuck in the neck, and I couldn't pronounce the ending sound.

"Ming... Ming Palace Saintess?" He stammered.

Mu Dianke's eyes were quiet and he didn't say a word.I don't know if it's an illusion, but the woman's originally gentle and peaceful eyebrows looked extremely cold for a moment, and the coldness was full of murderous aura.

Yan Zhiwu and Fu Xiu didn't say anything to refute it, so it's probably true.

The man's face turned pale, his legs began to shake, and he couldn't even hold the fan with his hands.

The literati have the communication of the literati, and the warriors have the circle of the warriors.But no matter how ignorant the literati are, they should have heard of the tragedy of the three surnames in the south of the Yangtze River who were wiped out overnight.

And it was Mobei Ming Palace who brewed this tragedy.

And that majestic sword sect Liu Sutian, who ranked second on the list of famous swordsmen, had his head cut off by the cooperation of Ming Palace Holy Master Ersa and Holy Maiden Markaqin.

Wang Minghuan ate wine with a group of literati friends at noon, and even boasted to them, saying that his son is a man among men, he dared to rob women from the Holy Master of the Ming Palace, and dared to raise the famous Jian Si as a canary.

Young master is a real man, but he is not.He has the guts to provoke these two.

(End of this chapter)