Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"Don't worry, these are easy to talk about." Mu Shiyan smiled slightly, and after Mu Shiyao had carefully instructed Liu Ruoqing, she boarded the car and drove back to the residence in a good mood.

On the way back to Nan'an Palace, she looked at the obedient and respectful girl sitting quietly in a corner of the carriage, and she couldn't help feeling a little more satisfied in her heart.

——That's right, she's pretty, and she dances well, but the key is that her temperament looks respectful, docile, and extremely controllable, even worse than Ruan Meiyan's back then, and she owes them Mu's life-saving grace. The kind of right-hand man she needed.

Mu Shiyan nodded slightly without any trace, and pulled Liu Ruoqing's arm with a pleasant face, with a gentle and intimate voice: "Girl, when I was in the Duke's mansion, I forgot to ask my fourth sister—what's your name?" ?”

"If you go back to the princess, your servant's surname is Liu, and your name is Ruoqing." Liu Ruoqing lowered her eyebrows, thought for a while, and added a sentence obediently, "When my servant was in Tianxiang Tower, my mother gave her a flower. The name is 'Autumn Water', but the county lord felt that the name was vulgar, so the slaves called it back to their real names."

"——Princess, if you don't like these names, you can give your slaves two words as names."

"You don't need to give names, 'Ruoqing' and 'Qiu Shui' are both excellent and suitable names for you, and they are also very appropriate to be called." Mu Shiyan rolled her eyes, "But the fourth sister said that very well. It makes sense."

"Although the name 'Qiu Shui' sounds nice, it's unavoidably vulgar. Let's call you by your real name. I know the prince's temperament best. He doesn't like women who are too smart, but he doesn't like women who are too stupid and vulgar. .”

"You look just right now—Miss Liu, Fourth Sister has always praised you for being smart and sensible in front of me. Come to think of it, you should understand what I mean just now, right?"

"Princess, don't worry, your servant will understand what you mean." Liu Ruoqing nodded slightly, and opened her mouth cautiously after a while, "Then, Wangfei, what should the servant do next?"

"How to do it? No, no, you don't have to do anything next." Mu Shiyan shook her head, "Just follow your old habits in Tianxiang Building and Qiyun Pavilion, you should practice the piano every day, you should dance, you should Just practice calligraphy."

"Yunshi, after you go back, immediately pack up the largest guest room on the west side of Jinyuan Building for Miss Liu to live in. Remember to use the best bedding and furnishings in our palace."

"Besides, after tidying up the guest room, you can go to the steward of the palace and get me a team of musicians who specialize in silk and bamboo - when the time comes, tell me that I've been bored recently, and I want to listen to someone sing to relieve my boredom."

"Remember, do things quickly, you'd better get it done tomorrow."

"Here," Yun Shi nodded in response, "This servant will definitely complete Wang Hao's orders as soon as possible."

"That's right." Mu Shiyan clapped her palms with a smile, with a slightly more relaxed expression on her face. Seeing this, Liu Ruoqing couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then blinked pretending not to understand: "Princess, you are..."

"Miss Liu, if you tell this matter, I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me—to be honest, because of Concubine Ya, the prince has a lot of prejudices and misunderstandings about this palace, and he once wished he could get rid of this palace and hurry up. "The smile on Mu Shiyan's face withdrew slightly, and she lied casually.

"That's right, if I rashly push you in front of the lord, not only will he not accept my intentions, but he will suspect that I have ulterior motives and other plans—in this way, this situation will be of great concern to us. Very disadvantageous."

"Wangfei means..." Liu Ruoqing lowered her eyelashes, and followed Mu Shiyan's unfinished words, and continued, "Should we play 'encounter' and sing 'Careless'?"

"That's right, the more natural the better without visible traces." The woman's chin slightly nodded, "That's why I asked Yun Shiwen to bring in a team of musicians who are good at silk and bamboo."

"After entering the mansion, your identity is the palace. It took a lot of effort to find a dancer from the fourth sister to relieve boredom. The task for the next few days is to follow the musicians of the palace and dance around the Jinyuan Tower. Rehearse music and dance on the stage."

"That platform is just west of Jinyuan Tower, and it is the place that others must pass when they come to Jinyuan Tower."

"According to the rules of our ancestor Qianping, no matter how angry the prince is with me, on the fifteenth day of every month, he must come to the Jinyuan Building for dinner and overnight." Mu Shiyan turned her eyes, her voice was calm and indifferent, " Today is the eighth day of April, seven days later it will be the fifteenth day, the prince will definitely come to our courtyard for dinner."

"——At that time, Miss Liu, what should you do, so you don't need to order any more from me?"

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"My lord, today is the night of the full fifteenth month. According to our Ganping rules, at this time, you should go to the princess's place for dinner."

In the study room of Nan'an Prince's Mansion, the old steward looked out the window at the sinking sun, and bowed his head earnestly to persuade Mo Shuyuan: "If you delay for a while, I'm afraid it will be late."

Although the sun sets later in summer, when it approaches Youzheng (six o'clock in the afternoon), the daylight is still faintly dim. If the ancestor sitting at the desk drags on for another quarter to five quarters, he will be able to wipe his eyes off that day. It's dark.

"My lord, this old slave knows that you don't like the Jinyuan Tower, but this old ancestor's rules are like this," the old steward lowered his voice slightly, "If you don't like it, at least you have to go and have dinner with the princess, right? ?”

"After the collapse of the Hou's mansion, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at our palace now. My lord, even if this old slave begs you, at this critical moment, you must not teach others to take the blame and find the wrong place... "

"Uncle Song." Mo Shuyuan, whose scalp was numb from being read, put down the scroll in his hands unbearably, with a complicated expression on his brows, "This king knows it, and he didn't intend to break the rules of the ancestors."

"This king is just... that's all, Uncle Song, you go down, this king is going to Jinyuan Tower now."

"My lord is leaving, so the old servant dares to leave." The old steward lowered his eyebrows and arched his sleeves neither humble nor overbearing.

——It's not that he insists on meddling with Mo Shuyuan's private affairs, it's that he's really afraid that his prince, who is still a little young, will play his temper on the spot.

On the [-]th day of last month, he played a little trick. Instead of going to eat with the concubine at night, he went straight to the side concubine Ya. As a result, he was impeached by the officials the next day, and was almost impeached by His Majesty. One month's salary was forfeited.

This month, he can no longer watch the prince suffer this kind of loss.

The old manager kept his head down and insisted again and again, Mo Shuyuan lost his temper after seeing this.

The manager surnamed Song was specially transferred from the Song family to him by his mother and concubine. When he saw him, he would always think of his mother and concubine uncontrollably, and even a little bit of cowardice in his heart Son.

"All right, I'll go, I'll go right away." Mo Shuyuan pursed his lips, put away the pen and ink on the table, and really stepped out of the study.

After the old steward watched him set foot on the gravel road leading to the Jinyuan Building, Fang went back to his residence with peace of mind. Unexpectedly, before Mo Shuyuan arrived at the Jinyuan Building, he was caught by a section of string and bamboo outside the Jinyuan Building. The sound hooked the soul.