Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 157

Xiao Jin made a timely rescue and led Sun Fuzhi up to the second floor.

When Sun Fuzhi came, Mu Xiaoxiao was practicing the tune, she was a bit surprised to see him, but she put down her pipa and greeted him with a smile: "Why did Mr. Sun come here today, but what's the matter?"

Sun Fuzhi didn't answer if there was anything wrong, as if he came here often, he sat down and said: "I happened to be passing by, so I thought of going up to see if your hand is healed."

He looked calm and composed, and he didn't feel that his words seemed a little kind to Mu Xiaoxiao.

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master, it's all over."

Sun Fuzhi glanced at her hand lightly, saw that there was no scar left, and felt relieved, then looked at the pipa in her hand, and said: "Although the wound is not deep, you still need to pay more attention. It is best not to practice more than two times a day. an hour."

Mu Xiaoxiao was a little flattered by the sudden concern, and said slightly blessedly, "Xiaoxiao understands."

"Ah."

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and this short conversation seemed to be silently submerged in the snow with the soft snowflakes.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him, but she didn't know what to say. She had been immersed in the world of mortals for many years and was always good at dancing, but when she saw Sun Fuzhi, she became reserved.

The tea on the table was steaming hot, melting the chill on Sun Fuzhi's brows. He suddenly asked, "How long have you been here?"

Mu Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "About five or six years." After staying here for so long, she couldn't remember too clearly.

Sun Fuzhi lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The house fell into silence again. The two sat opposite each other, keeping silent to each other. Occasionally, there was the crackling sound of charcoal burning in the stove.

After a while, Mu Xiaoxiao broke the deadlock: "The tea is cold, shall I make you another pot of tea?"

Her soft voice brought back Sun Fuzhi Piaoyuan's thoughts, he looked back at Mu Xiaoxiao and nodded: "Okay."

Everyone knows that Mu Xiaoxiao is good at playing the pipa, but they don't know that her tea art is also excellent.

At first, Sun Fuzhi just looked at her casually, but gradually he was attracted by her superb skills. This set of movements is smooth and smooth, and anyone who looks at it finds it pleasing to the eye.

After brewing a cup of tea, Mu Xiaoxiao handed it to Sun Fuzhi, "Please, Mr. Sun."

Sun Fuzhi was not immersed in her actions just now, he was stunned for a moment, and then took her tea, the water temperature was just right, and the tea fragrance was overflowing.

Taking a sip, he asked, "Have you ever been in Jiangnan before?"

"Yes," Mu Xiaoxiao did not deny that her tea making skills are indeed unique to Jiangnan, "I learned from my mother in the past."

The pipa was only learned after entering the brothel, but tea-making was practiced at an early age.It's just that now in the world of mortals, most of the guests who come and go love wine, so there are fewer opportunities to make tea, and the techniques are naturally rustic compared to back then.

Sun Fuzhi smelled the light tea fragrance, and for some reason suddenly wanted to ask Ah Jing, but when he saw Mu Xiaoxiao's worried eyes, he swallowed the words back.

He has probably been in a daze recently, ever since he saw that jade pendant, he always thinks of that bloody dream back then, every night, Ah Jing's weak crying seems to be in his ears.

Ah Jing was living in the south of the Yangtze River back then, and now 17 years have passed, everything has turned upside down, how could Mu Xiaoxiao know about Ah Jing?
Sun Fuzhi hooked his lips mockingly, he was really stunned.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him puzzled: "Is the tea not to your liking?"

"The tea is very good." The voice was as cold as ever, and the depressing scene just now was like a hallucination.

Sun Fuzhi put down his teacup, got up with his wide sleeves and said: "It's getting late, I should go, thank you for your hospitality today."

"My lord, you're being polite," Mu Xiaoxin was suspicious, but he couldn't ask, so he had to get up and send him away, "Shall I send you away?"

"No need."

He refused so simply, which made Mu Xiaoxiao a little embarrassed.

After finishing speaking, Sun Fuzhi also realized that it was impolite for him to be so indifferent to the girl's family, so he turned his head slightly, and gave the box of chestnut cake beside his hand to Mu Xiaoxiao.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the familiar mark on the box and said in surprise, "This is."

"I bought it wrong and threw it away to waste," Sun Fuzhi interrupted her in time, "Don't you girls love pastries the most? You should like it too."

It's not that I should like it, I bought it according to Mu Xiaoxiao's taste.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the man in front of him with an indifferent face and a hint of arrogance. She couldn't help but smile, and reached out to take the chestnut cake, "Thank you, I like the chestnut cake from Qianzhen Pavilion the most."

Hearing her words, Sun Fuzhi's hard heart suddenly collapsed.

He slowly looked back at Mu Xiaoxiao, and there was a gentle smile on that face as white as jade, like the most gentle and romantic wind in spring, which made people relax physically and mentally.

If Ah Jing was here, she must have grown into a Pingting girl
His meaningful eyes were imprinted in Mu Xiaoxiao's mind, and she didn't come back to her senses until night fell and the window was pushed open——

Mu Xiaoxiao looked very helpless at the person who came, "It's fine for you to open the window in the past, but if it's freezing today, aren't you afraid of falling?"

Pei Ce shrugged nonchalantly, walked to the edge of the collapse, lazily fell back, and said leisurely: "You really underestimate me, my lord, but it's only the second floor, I can't climb up yet?"

"Yes, yes, you are so strong that even the palace compound can't stop you!" Mu Xiaoxiao was too lazy to argue with him.

Pei Ce half-lyed on the soft bed, grabbed a piece of short chestnut cake, and took a bite, "I wanted to go to Qianzhen Pavilion to buy short chestnut cake today, but it was sold out, but I didn't expect you to have it."

Mu Xiaoxiao watched him stuff one piece after another into her mouth, worried that he had finished eating, so she walked over and put away the plate.

"Little?" Pei Ce raised his eyebrows, the cake was stuck in his throat.

"I want to buy it myself, I haven't tasted it yet."

It was rare to see her protect the food, Pei Ce suddenly became interested, and approached with a smile: "Xiao Xiao, you usually obey my son and me, why did you suddenly change today?"

Mu Xiaoxiao snorted softly: "My lord, if you want something else, I will naturally give it to you. It's just this chestnut cake. Don't even think about it."

"Since you like it, I'll just buy it for you next time." Pei Ce didn't get angry, and sat back, "I'm here today because I have business to talk to you about."

Mu Xiaoxiao's expression froze when she heard the words, "But did you find any clues?"

"Well," Pei Ce nodded, "I sent someone to investigate, and your mother did indeed pick you up under the Qingshan Temple."

Even though Mu Xiaoxiao knew that she was not born in the Mu family, she still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when she heard Pei Ce say it so affirmatively.

The Mu family was implicated and imprisoned because of the battle for the throne, and his father was beheaded for public display. Before his death, his mother told her that she was not her own, but she picked it up under the Qingshan Temple.

Before Mu Xiaoxiao could ask other details, her mother was put on the execution platform.

Thus, the secret of her life experience became a knot in her heart.

(End of this chapter)