Mu Qingyun snorted, smiled, and stared at Lou Fang for a few times, somewhat surprised and confused.
This is Lou Ying, the historian who is too involved in the drama and thinks that he is one of the Three Wise Men. He has no memory of Lou Fang at all.
Or is he acting too well?
This script is different from the previous ones, and Mu Qingyun himself will be influenced by Zhang Qingqing.
Her feelings for her mother Yue Ling are strong and complex. When facing his father Zhang Qing, he was very calm.
Zhang Qingqing's fifteen years of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy seemed to have become her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
All kinds of thoughts were crowded in his mind, and Mu Qingyun didn't think about it anymore. He was here, so he should do as the Romans do. He was Zhang Qingqing, so he only regarded this person as Lou Ying.
The story is over, let’s go home together.
Fortunately, they both have the surname Lou, so you don't have to worry about calling him Mr. Lou by mistake.
Situ Qingshuang was obviously poisoned by Lou's shamelessness and had nothing to say. She sneered a few times and forced herself to stand up, ignoring this person no longer.
He raised his hand and saluted Mu Qingyun politely: "Thank you, Miss, for saving my life."
After a pause, he continued: "Mu Shishi is always ruthless when it comes to our young warriors from the Ming Dynasty. Miss, you must be careful."
After saying that, he turned around and looked around.
Half the street was in ruins.
The stalls along the roadside were broken into pieces. Sister-in-law Zhang’s tofu shop had only half of the stove at the door. The pork stall had pork all over the floor, and a lot of it fell into the sewer.
Situ Qingshuang walked to the wine shop that was half-killed by him, pulled it out, dug out the small gold ingot she had left behind from under the broken wooden board, found a fragment of his broken sword, and carefully carved words on the wooden board.
To the effect that Situ destroyed Guigui Winery by mistake, I hereby pay you one tael in compensation. If you have any other matters, please go to Fengxiang Bank to negotiate.
After finishing writing, Situ Qingshuang asked the coachman who had been hiding early to put away the accessories and bead curtains that fell from his float, then got on his horse and left.
Lou Ying immediately stepped forward and grabbed the ponytail.
Situ Qingshuang was startled, tightened the reins tightly, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and turned back to glare: "If you want to die, find a place where no one is around."
"My little phoenix has never killed anyone, so the first murder record should be on you. It's unfair!"
"Half the street was damaged."
Lou Ying smiled and said, "One tael of gold is a lot, but how can it be enough to compensate?"
Situ Qingshuang exhaled and said angrily: "Of course you will have to pay for the rest."
With a backhand whip, he was about to pull Lou Ying's arm away, but Lou Ying didn't dodge. Situ Qingshuang's whip actually landed on his arm. His sleeves cracked and blood oozed out, and his color suddenly changed.
After a long silence, he had no choice but to take out the gold foil, pearls on the float, and the remaining twelve gold leaves in his purse to pay compensation to Lou Ying.
After the chaos on the street, the rickshaw driver had already disappeared.
Mu Qingyun was relieved when he saw Divine Doctor Liu hiding near a row of tea sheds by the road from a distance.
Seeing the stalemate between the two 'young heroes' over there, I thought for a while and simply invited them to go to the hospital together.
Both of them have faced the sword of Quasi-Sacred Wood Eleven.
If you are injured, you must see a doctor.
The best medical clinic in Yuncheng is Shouchuntang, and the best doctor is Divine Doctor Liu, no one else.
Huh? The information was wrong, and the historians of the Mishima Kingdom were too good at boasting. They kept saying that no one survived the attack of their Mu-11 quasi-sacred sword.
Aren’t these two alive?
Huh, the merciless sword of the Ming Dynasty was not summarized by historians. It was said by his enemies themselves. They said that with the merciless sword, once the sword is drawn, the road to the netherworld is opened. The sword is so bright that only the souls of the dead can read it.
Just like this, their Ming country didn't see the wind blowing.
Mu Qingyun burst into laughter. This was probably the sequelae of memorizing too much information, and he had to think of everything he saw.
After arriving at Shouchuntang, after grabbing the medicine, Mu Qingyun and Situ Qingshuang inquired about which martial arts gym was better in Yuncheng.
Situ Qingshuang said casually: "Yuncheng Martial Arts School, the official one is hosted by Zhuo Yanfei of Baiyun Sect."
"Zhuo Yanfei is a master of the Realm of Seeking Truth. He is only one step away from the Realm of Breaking Illusion. He has learned Baiyun Sect's most beautiful swordsmanship - 'Crane Meng'."
"He has participated in several rounds of domestic round-robin competitions and achieved very good results. He also won the top prize twice."
Situ Qingshuang particularly emphasized the word 'beautiful'.
After saying a few words casually, Mu Qingyun returned home with the medicine bag.
The house is quiet and quiet.
Mu Qingyun went to cook the medicine and deliver it to Yue Ling, but Zhang Qing didn't come over to trouble her immediately.
I heard from my mother that the old scholar was discussing with some friends about taking the exam.
At this time, in the Ming Dynasty, since the reform of the crown prince, the examination has changed from one test every three years to one every year. The specific time is different every year. According to the demand, it is generally in the late spring and early summer.
In the past two years, more and more people have taken the exam. Although a lot of people have been admitted, it is still very difficult to take the exam.
After the reform, everyone can take the exams as long as they are clean and have no close relatives who are guilty of adultery.
The six offices of officials, households, rites, soldiers, punishments, and workers in the county government were separated, and each had their own examinations. Whichever office you passed the exam would go to work in that office.
The old people were very dissatisfied with this in the early years, feeling that the noble scholars had become tainted with vulgar taste.
Nowadays, taking the exam every year is considered a habit. Although I can't help but sigh in private that people's hearts are not as old as the times, and the world is in a bad state, the exam still has to be taken.
But when the day comes every year, just thinking about the department to apply for can make people die of worry.
Zhang Qing is forty-one this year, and he can still take the exam for another ten years before he is very old. It depends on whether the scrap metal at home can support him for another ten years.
Mu Qingyun didn't quite believe in Mr. Zhang Er's ability to take exams, but it was better for him to finish studying with his friends than to stare at himself.
The medicine was a bit hot, so Mu Qingyun stirred it vigorously back and forth with a spoon for a long time, blew on it, and then handed it to Yue Ling.
Yue Ling's face looked much better than the previous few days. She stared at Mu Qingyun, her eyebrows suddenly softened.
Qingqing, who told her to die quickly that day, made her a little inexplicably frightened. She always felt that this child seemed to have changed a lot.
But with this familiar little move today, her heart suddenly settled.
In fact, Mu Qingyun could clearly feel the existence of Zhang Qingqing's life.
It felt familiar and close. She seemed to have a lot to say, but it didn't seem necessary to say it. She seemed to have a lot of expectations, and it seemed like... she wanted to protect her.
"Qingqing, it's time for you to practice your needlework."
Mu Qingyun watched Yue Ling drink the medicine, took a towel from the basin, washed her face carefully, combed her hair, and got some clothes for Yue Ling to change into.
The clothes were sewn by her stitch by stitch.
She thought she did a good job. The stitching was smooth and there were no threads. She fully demonstrated Zhang Qingqing's skills. The waist was slightly pinched and the pattern was even better.
But Yue Ling obviously doesn't like this needlework skill.
The clothes fit so well, so I can save some fabric now. How do I stuff clothes inside in winter?
Fabrics with beautiful colors like this are more cost-effective if they can be worn in all seasons. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
