Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 552

The little girl's eyes were clear and firm, and the black pupils seemed to have filled her belly with thousands of words.

Mu Wenjing silently lowered his head and looked into her eyes. He easily caught a glimpse of the star-like light from the bottom of her eyes. It was the wind hidden in the flesh and blood of the Mu family, and it was a bit of spirit engraved in the hearts and souls of the children of the Mu family.

So he was defeated by her, and he finally succumbed to the little girl's bright almond eyes.

He thought, Ah Ci has been much more powerful than ordinary girls since she was a child, maybe he really shouldn't continue to restrict her like this.

She is not a bird in a cage, so she should spread her wings to fight in the sky. The "protection" in his eyes may only become her "shackle".

The little A Ci of their family is no longer the immature child who was strangled to death by anyone. He should give her a chance.

The old general whose heart was shaken looked up to the sky and sighed, and after a long while, he nodded lightly with regret: "Okay, Ah Ci, Daddy was persuaded by you."

"This time, you can go with His Highness to help you." Mu Wenjing said, and raised his hand to touch his little girl's hairy heart, "However, Ah Ci must promise Dad, everything is safe .”

"Don't let yourself get hurt."

"Dad, don't worry, Ah Ci will definitely pay attention to it!" Master Mu quickly nodded his head, lest her father's next breath would not go his way, and changed his mind, "Daughter will know, Daddy is the best Already!"

"Hmph, you little slicker, now you know you're running over to flirt with your father." Mu Wenjing hummed with his nose in a pretentious manner.

The smile between his brows and eyes could hardly be hidden anymore, but he still wanted to tighten the corners of his lips tightly, not letting the curve of his lips bend up a little.

So far, the matter of going to Fuli has been basically finalized.

The four of them finished talking about the business, seeing that it was still early, they casually chatted a few more words.

During the period, Mo Jingyao couldn't help but hugged his bumped head and howled wildly. He was crying for the old plum that had grown outside his window for more than 20 years, while crying for the dog's tail that was said to have been raised by him for three generations. .

"Shut up, I'm so annoying, what old Hanmei, I think you're thinking too much!!" Mu Wenjing, whose ears were callused from Mo Jingyao's chanting, couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly got up while patting the small case, "Cry again, Lao Tzu Throw it out of the window for you."

"Let you keep company with your dogtail grass that has been raised for three generations!"

"Hey, you know how to hate me every day." Emperor Yun Jing hugged the chair cushion and pretended to cry, not forgetting to speak ill of Mu Wenjing to Mu Xici, "Little Ah Ci, look at your father's fierceness." That look is terrifying."

"He is so fierce, so don't follow him back, why don't you just stay in Lewan Palace tonight?"

"The one surnamed Mo—" Hearing this, Mu Wenjing immediately turned his head with a smile on his face. He had a grin on his face, but his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Hey, I'm not joking." Mo Jingyao immediately admitted when he saw this, "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding~"

"Xiao Jing, look, it's getting dark outside, and it's time to eat at your house later, so hurry up and take the child back."

"Don't wait until late at night and the frost will be heavy, and then let the girl's house suffer from the wind and cold."

As he spoke, he shrunk his neck in a hurry, turned his head and dismissed his hapless son, and sent him off to the god who was about to kill him: "A Yan, why are you sitting there stupidly?"

"Hurry up, I'll see off your old... Uncle Mu for your old man."

Good guy, I almost said "Old Man".

If this was accidentally revealed, he and A Yan would have to be shot to death by Xiao Jing!
Mo Jingyao patted his mouth with a sneer against his son's resentful and accusing eyes.

Mu Wenjing only thought that he was idle and had nothing to do to make a fool of himself on the spot, but he never paid attention to the slightly weird "Old Uncle Mu".

Seeing this, Mo Junli got up with a flick of his sleeves, and made a "please" gesture respectfully: "Master, please, this junior will send you out of the palace."

"That's it, Your Highness." Mu Wenjing nodded, facing this young man with a temperament that was many times better than Mo Jingyao's and about the same age as Mu Xiuning, he was willing to be a little more amiable.

After all, this kid is the best in the world no matter in appearance, character, or ability. As long as he doesn't think too hard about abducting his baby Aci, he is still very optimistic about him.

Of course... If this little [beep——] calf really wants to abduct his precious daughter, or if his precious daughter unfortunately falls in love with him at an early age...

Then don't blame him for chopping him and that old thief Mo Jingyao with a sword.

Mu Wenjing smiled quietly with curved lips, the sense of serenity hidden in that smile made Mo Junli, who was walking in front, feel an unspeakable chill in his heart for no reason.

He shivered subconsciously, and then turned his head to show the veteran a perfect smile: "Master Guo, we can leave the palace in just a few more steps."

"How did you get here today? Can the junior prepare another carriage for you?"

"Weichen came here by car today, so there is no need to trouble Your Highness to help prepare the car." The smile on Mu Wenjing's face was very soothing, but the moment he saw the young man's face clearly, his eyes froze suddenly.

In all fairness, Mo Junli's appearance is very good, even more attractive than when he was young.

Such a good appearance, not to mention a young cardamom girl like Ah Ci, even an elderly person like him, would find it very pleasing to the eye.

Otherwise... he should find an opportunity to discuss with His Majesty, and see how to get His Highness the Seventh Highness a mask or something to burn his face, right?

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for the little girl to hold on to such a face all day long!
As Mu Wenjing thought about it, his eyes couldn't help but darken, and Mo Junli felt that the chill in his heart was getting worse, and he hurriedly sent Mu's father and daughter Haosheng out of the palace gate.

Tsk, the little bastard is not very big, but he runs very fast. He was just thinking about what kind of mask to make for him, and then ran away.

The veteran smacked his lips regretfully, and turned to look at his daughter vigilantly: "Speaking of it, Ah Ci."

"On weekdays, you have to get together with His Highness the Seventh Prince from time to time...You, you don't...don't have that kind of thought about him, do you?"

Master Mu was startled when he heard the words, and instinctively asked, "What kind of thinking?"

"That kind, that's the kind." Mu Wenjing's tongue couldn't help but tangle, he put his hands up, and made gestures to the little girl, "It's just the kind between men and women...between men and women."

Hell, how would he tell his daughter such a thing!
The old general was in so much pain, Mu Xici understood what his father meant, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you thinking here, Daddy?"

"My daughter is only thirteen this year." Master Mu lied without batting an eyelid, "It's not time to think about it yet—it's too early for you to worry."

"How early?" Mu Wenjing pouted and muttered, "This year's thirteenth, next year's fourteenth, and next year's fifteenth, it's time to reach the end."

"After Jiji, I don't know how many matchmakers will be recruited in this mansion, how can I not worry."

If you think about it too much, how could someone like her attract that troubled matchmaker.

Master Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and covered his face with his hands.

——she didn't want to pay attention to her father for a while.

　sleepy, sleep
　　
　
(End of this chapter)