Zui Chun Tower.
Mu Nanxi disguised herself as a man, and as soon as she entered the door of Zuichun Tower, several charming women surrounded her.
"This young master is so handsome, and his skin is whiter and tenderer than the slave's!"
"Do you have a girl you like, sir? Why don't you come and sit in the slave's house?"
Mu Nanxi frowned, her black eyes cold.
"Get out!" A low and cold voice came out of her lips, making the flower girl's heart tremble.
They looked at the man in front of them who was probably not easy to mess with, but they didn't want to make them look bad and hurriedly scattered to find other patrons.
After driving away the trouble, Mu Nanxi began to look for Li Shaopeng in the hall.
Rongfeng brought back the news an hour ago: Since Li Shaopeng was lifted from the ban, he has been hanging around the fireworks alley in recent days.
According to that bitch's virtue, he must be here tonight.
There was a lot of buzz in Zuichun Tower, it was so lively.
Mu Nanxi shuttled between the desks in the hall, and from time to time a young lady would strike up a conversation, but she would always push her away for various reasons.
Just as she was about to check out the wing upstairs, she noticed a familiar figure in the corner.
It was Li Shaopeng.
He looked vulgar in the corner, picked up the flower girl in front of him, and made her sit on the edge of the desk to make out with him.
The flower girl's hands were wrapped around the man's neck, and only a pink bellyband hung on her upper body. The laces were shaky, and her beauty was half exposed.
He held Hua Niang's delicate body in his arms, buried his head in Hua Niang's neck, inhaled the fragrance of her neck, and used rough movements to dismantle Hua Niang's skirt.
Mu Nanxi walked forward quickly, grabbed Li Shaopeng's hand, and pulled him away from Hua Niang.
She casually took out a banknote from her arms and gave it to Hua Niang: "I have something to talk to him about. Please step aside, little lady."
The flower girl nodded in agreement, put the banknotes away, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and left.
Li Shaopeng was drunk and hazy. His good deeds had been ruined, and he was so fragrant that he left his arms. He pointed at the person in front of him and cursed with an unhappy expression: "Who are you? I'm tired of living!"
Mu Nanxi glanced at the people around him to make sure that no one was paying attention, and took out the Menghan Powder that he had prepared to stun Li Shaopeng.
She helped him to the wing upstairs and threw him on the bed.
Mu Nanxi raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Li Shaopeng's neck that looked particularly fragile in the moonlight, and the corner of his mouth raised an evil and cold arc.
She took out the dagger tied to the side of her thigh from under her robe and pressed it against the man's neck.
But she suddenly didn't want to end his life so straightforwardly.
She opened Li Shaopeng's robe and tore open the underwear underneath, revealing his delicate skin.
She pulled down the curtain beside the bed, used the curtain with one hand to lift Li Shaopeng's brother, clenched the knife in her hand with the other, and wiped his brother hard.
Blood splashed out, and Li Shaopeng woke up in pain.
He opened his eyes wide, looked at Mu Nanxi's brother in horror, and screamed.
"Tsk!" Mu Nanxi frowned slightly.
The things she bought were unreliable, and it might as well have knocked her into a coma for a long time.
Mu Nanxi threw something as big as a peanut over in disgust. Unexpectedly, Li Shaopeng grinned and screamed, and it fell into his mouth with a "swish".
"Here you go, what's your name?"
Li Shaopeng choked on something in his throat and swallowed subconsciously.
"Gudong."
"Oh, sorry!" Mu Nanxi didn't expect that a casual throw would be so accurate! "It seems that now you can only meet it again in the hut!"
"Ah! I'm going to kill you! Ah!" Li Shaopeng collapsed and shouted.
"Tsk! It's so noisy!" Mu Nanxi shrank his neck and frowned.
The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. In order to avoid being exposed, she jumped out of the window, leaving behind only Li Shaopeng's helpless screams and her decisive back figure under the moonlight.
Not long after, Zui Chun Lou Fang's mother, who had been looking for her in a hurry, opened the door and came in. When she saw the scene in front of her of the young master of the Li family being mutilated, she was so frightened that her legs weakened.
Mother Fang calmed down, pointed to the wide open window, and hurriedly ordered the boy following behind her to chase after her.
At the same time, a masked man wearing night clothes squatted on the roof and watched everything happening in the room.
It wasn't until Fang's mother sent someone to find the murderer that he jumped away.
Under the moonlight, his figure moved quickly and disappeared into the night...
The next morning.
Mu Nanxi opened the window to face the rising sun, stretched out beautifully, and was in a good mood.
"Why did the princess get up so early today?" Linglong entered the room and saw Mu Nanxi had already gotten up and was standing by the window.
Mu Nanxi turned around and said with a smile, "I'm too excited to sleep."
Linglong took the clothes that had been prepared for Mu Nanxi and helped her change into them.
Mu Nanxi wore a lake blue dress today, which made her skin as fair as jade. She wore a fringed bun with a sky-blue ribbon tied at the bottom and hung down on her shoulders. She was as gorgeous as a peach and plum, and charming.
"Why is the princess so happy today?" Linglong was curious and asked why.
Mu Nanxi pretended to be mysterious and replied: "Secret."
The corners of her mouth turned up uncontrollably, and she secretly laughed at the little eunuch of the Li family. She really wanted to see how miserable he was now!
"Princess, do you want to personally prepare breakfast for Mrs. Chu?" Linglong asked.
Mu Nanxi nodded and went to the kitchen.
These days, Mu Nanxi was worried about Chu Ning's health, so she personally made medicinal porridge and delivered it to her every day. Lunch and dinner were all made by the kitchen according to her recipes and delivered to Jinxiu Courtyard.
She held the porridge and knocked gently on the door. After hearing Chu Ning's answer, she opened the door and walked in.
Chu Ning sat on the drum pier, her face slightly pale. She watched Mu Nanxi come in with porridge, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.
Mu Nanxi smiled slightly, walked to the table, sat down, put the porridge on the table, and said softly: "Mom is frowning every day, can't you let go of Mu Qing?"
Chu Ning sighed and shook her head: "Mom is just worried about your future."
Mu Nanxi served Chu Ning a bowl of porridge and chuckled: "Don't worry, mother, the prince is easy to talk to. He has long promised to reconcile with me and let us go."
"That's good!" Chu Ning's expression softened slightly.
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After Mu Nanxi coaxed and coaxed to appease Chu Ning, she turned back to attend to the Queen Mother's birthday ceremony.
"Princess, what is this?" Linglong couldn't help but ask curiously as she watched Mu Nanxi direct the servants and bring out something new like a chair from the side room.
"This is a massage chair." She pointed to the thing that was moved out.
The structure of the massage chair is completely exposed, and every part is made of wood. The various parts fit together accurately, and some protruding parts are wrapped in cotton, making it look very delicate and complex.
Linglong nodded in understanding.
"This chair is used for massage. You can massage and relax your muscles and bones while lying on it." She squatted down and shook a wooden pole on the side. "It takes one person to shake the wooden pole on the side to drive the entire machine to rotate. "
"It's just not as convenient as electricity." Mu Nanxi sighed secretly.
Just as he was talking, Qi Zhiheng walked into the yard and saw Mu Nanxi's bright smiling face. He couldn't help but think of her holding other men's glasses last night...
The corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, regretting that he had been nosy last night and thought more about helping Mu Nanxi with his funeral arrangements.
Unable to look directly at Mu Nanxi, he hurriedly moved his gaze elsewhere, then noticed something next to Mu Nanxi, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Mu Nanxi heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Qi Zhiheng, smiled slightly, walked a few steps forward and pulled him: "Come and try the massage chair I prepared for the Queen Mother!"
"Who made these things?" Qi Zhiheng looked at the massage chair.
"I figured it out myself."
She couldn't say that she plagiarized someone's invention, and no one would believe her even if she did.
Qi Zhiheng's eyes couldn't help but move to Mu Nanxi, with a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes.
How many things did he not know about this woman?
Mu Nanxi pulled him and asked him to sit down, and immediately let him try.
"Rongfeng, please swing that wooden pole slowly."
Rongfeng responded, walked aside, and began to swing the wooden pole sideways.
The wooden pole made a "squeaking" sound under his push. As the wooden pole swung, Qi Zhiheng clearly felt that the massage chair began to rotate slowly.
He lay on it, feeling his muscles gradually relax under the massage of the massage chair.
Mu Nanxi stood aside and added: "It is just the preliminary frame now. I will wrap it with cotton and a layer of silk later, which will make it softer and more comfortable."
Mu Nanxi stopped, and Qi Zhiheng stood up from the massage chair. The smile of the woman in front of him fell into his eyes like a painting.
Qi Zhiheng felt something strange suddenly surge in his heart, like a hot current surging in his heart. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
"How's it going? Is this thing of mine more valuable than gardenias?" Mu Nanxi looked at Qi Zhiheng with flashing eyes as if asking for credit, like a child who wanted to be praised by the teacher.
Qi Zhiheng coughed lightly to hide his inner throbbing: "Not bad."
Mu Nanxi saw that Qi Zhiheng seemed to be in a good mood, so she wanted to put the matter of reconciliation on the agenda, otherwise she would not have the confidence to coax her mother.
"Your Majesty, I have something to discuss with you." Mu Nanxi moved closer to Qi Zhiheng and stared at him as if to please.
"What's the matter?"
"Confidential, let's go inside and talk!"
Qi Zhiheng let Mu Nanxi hold his sleeve and followed her into the house.
Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw Mu Nanxi sneaking her head out the door, looking left and right before closing the door.
Mu Nanxi took Gudun and sat next to him, still trying to please him: "After I help the prince detoxify, can the prince give me a piece of paper and a letter of departure?"
"What do you mean?" Qi Zhiheng's face darkened, his eyes became cold, and veins popped out on the hand holding the tea cup.
Mu Nanxi was shocked, what's going on with this look?
Could it be that He Lishu couldn't reflect his superior status?
She quickly changed her words: "It's okay to write a letter of divorce."
"Crack!" The tea cup in Qi Zhiheng's hand was crushed by him.
Qi Zhiheng stood up abruptly, threw away his sleeves with a dark face, and didn't even look at her...
