The award ceremony and the closing ceremony are over, and the schedule of the Anbang National Championships has come to an end.
"What song is this?"
Mu Qingyun sang the same song several times, and soon everyone in the Ming Dynasty sang along. Whether it was the warriors or the staff, the more they sang, the more they liked it.
Although the lyrics are simple, it is this simplicity that makes it more touching.
"My Motherland, lyrics are written by Qiao Yu and music is composed by Liu Chi. Both seniors are from another world."
Mu Qingyun spoke openly and honestly, not being secretive at all.
She also learned a little bit of music from Teacher Jia, but it was just superficial. Anyway, she would definitely not be able to compose a popular song in a while.
After many twists and turns, half a month passed.
Zhuo Yanfei finally returned to the martial arts hall with his disciples.
In October, fine snowflakes actually started to fall in Yuncheng. The sky was covered with snowflakes, and the cornices and brackets were plated with silver. Under the sun, it seemed as if a cloud-like precious light was rising.
Mu Qingyun didn't stay in the martial arts hall for long. He handed all kinds of gifts to Chen Yi, asked her to help share a share, and hurried to Zhang's house.
She really missed Yue Ling's body.
As soon as I arrived in front of the Zhang family gate, I couldn't help but be amazed.
I haven’t seen him for half a month, but the dilapidated door and wall of the Zhang family have been renovated, flowers have been planted in front of the courtyard, and roads have been paved in the courtyard.
The exteriors of the two rows of houses on the east side are even more neatly repaired. Even the mottled stone steps in front of the door have been rebuilt. There are many maids and servants walking inside and outside.
This is definitely not from home and cannot be used.
Mu Qingyun entered the door and ran into two maids wearing the same pink and white jacket and skirt.
The two maids glanced at Mu Qingyun, but they were quite polite. They stepped forward and saluted, "Today, my young master and a few friends are hosting a literary party at Guibao. If Miss Zhang has some free time, she can also join in the fun."
They actually recognized Mu Qingyun and had such a gentle face. Mu Qingyun was naturally more polite than them. He thanked them politely and continued walking towards his yard without asking where they were.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Yue Ling crying on the pillow, her face turned white from crying, and she was twitching while crying. Her whole body was like a big dark cloud, which was completely impossible to see.
Mother Yu sat aside, her brows full of helplessness. When she saw Mu Qingyun, she suddenly had a backbone.
She hurriedly stood up and took Mu Qingyun's hand: "Young lady is back, come on, come and persuade madam, why are you crying like this? She is not well yet!"
"Hey, I'm just an old woman, so what's the point? If a noble person doesn't look down on me, a few words of admonishment won't matter!"
Mu Qingyun's eyes turned slightly, and without asking any questions about the cause and effect, he slammed the table, raised his voice and said angrily: "What do you mean? What do you mean by giving a few words to a noble man?"
"Nowadays, the crown prince always says "please" when speaking to the palace people. What, Mother Yu, did you eat other people's rice or take other people's gold and silver? Why should I be reprimanded by outsiders? "
Yue Ling immediately stopped crying, got up and looked at her daughter, her eyes red.
But that's not the case.
Mu Qingyun asked solemnly: "Mama Yu, have you ever been rude to the noble person in your mouth? Is that person Mr. Sun who is staying at home?"
Mother Yu shook her head and nodded again and again.
"How dare I be rude to Mr. Sun!"
"Well, although the best outcome would be for you, Mom, to spit on their faces on the spot, it doesn't matter. It's not too late for us to settle the accounts now."
Mu Qingyun said solemnly.
Mother Yu was shocked.
Even Yue Ling was shocked and didn't care to cry. She sat up trembling slightly.
Mu Qingyun kept his word, grabbed Yu's mother's arm and started to go out.
Mother Yu was so frightened that she quickly grabbed the table and refused to leave. She said anxiously: "Oh, my lady, I am an old woman and I am not a figure on the stage. How can I argue with other nobles!"
"It's not a good idea to damage your noble face, we can't afford it."
Mu Qingyun frowned: "According to mother's logic, if the other person is acting wild in someone else's house, has he ever thought about taking care of the owner's face?
? Have you ever thought about whether he can afford it? "
Mother Yu smiled bitterly.
Mu Qingyun sat down and asked his mother to sit down as well: "Tell me what's going on."
"It's nothing actually."
Mother Yu hesitated, sighed, and finally explained the matter briefly.
This morning, the servant girl beside Zhang Rongrong went to the accounting office and asked for twenty taels of silver.
It was said that their young ladies were going out with a few handkerchiefs to get together and wanted to buy some souvenirs for their friends.
Yu's mother happened to bump into her. Remembering that her family was in a bad situation, she couldn't help but tried to dissuade her a little.
Because Yue Ling was seriously ill and her family's money was never enough for expenses, she was anxious and spoke a little eagerly, and she did not show off her usual all-around good nature.
I don't know if the girl went to complain, or if the noble man just happened to bump into her, the noble man immediately stepped forward and scolded her severely.
"The noble man said that he has never seen a servant with such a long hand like me. If he were at his house, he would have kicked me out with a board."
Mother Yu sighed as she spoke.
Mu Qingyun nodded: "I understand."
She thought for a while and asked, "Is the person named Sun still entertaining guests in the garden?"
Mother Yu nodded.
Mu Qingyun smiled: "Then, let's go and give that person a gift.".br>
After thinking for a moment, Mu Qingyun took out a pen and paper, splashed ink, and drew a four-frame cartoon.
An old dog with bald spots, dressed elegantly and looking good, but with eyes on the top of his forehead, broke into other people's homes, barked at the owner, and pointed fingers.
The last cartoon shows an old dog with alopecia areata being beaten to death with a stick and made into a dog meat hotpot.
Mu Qingyun finished the painting in two or three strokes. His painting skill was average, but it was very interesting to look at the cute and cute painting.
Anyway, it is definitely eye-catching. Anyone who passes by and sees it will stop and look at it more.
When Yu's mother came closer, the expression on her face couldn't help but lose a little fear.
"okay."
After Mu Qingyun finished the painting, he didn't bother to frame it, "Hey, give it to that guy who doesn't know what to say."
Yu’s mother: “…”
After talking for a long time, Yu's mother refused to say anything. She only kept a few words over and over again, saying that she was not worthy and could not offend others.
Mu Qingyun couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you afraid of? I know that Sun's family is rich and powerful, and he has an uncle who is the prefect, but so what, can he kill us?"
"The time when superiors could kill people for their disagreement has long passed."
Mu Qingyun had no choice but not to embarrass his mother. He ignored the obstruction, carried the painting, and walked straight across the path to the east front yard.
There were many newly planted flowers and trees in the front yard, decorated with red silk and satin. Zhang Rongrong and Zhang Xiuxiu were both there, and there were many men and women sitting around enjoying the snow and talking, bursts of relaxed and joyful laughter from time to time.
Full of youth, young men and women, Mu Qingyun felt like he had returned to modern times for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh: "Then this painting of mine somewhat spoils the atmosphere."
Mu Qingyun thought to herself that she seemed to be quite tolerant before, not so bad.
She could tolerate Mu Siping, she could tolerate Sun Xiaomei, and she could also tolerate Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao.
Why are you no longer willing to endure it recently?
"Are you armed with a sharp weapon and intent on killing yourself?"
Mu Qingyun walked over casually, and Zhang Xiuxiu couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw her.
Zhang Rongrong's expression changed.
Mu Qingyun walked to Sun Yuzhi easily.
This is the male protagonist of this show.
She raised her head and glanced at him, and recognized him. She had seen this man once in Zhaocheng.
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "Master Sun."
Sun Yuzhi turned around and saw Mu Qingyun, with some doubts on her face.
Although I had met him in Zhaocheng, Mr. Sun was busy with other affairs and generally did not remember Mu Qingyun.
Mu Qingyun nodded at him and shook the painting away with his free hand: "Here
Your thank you gift, thank you for taking care of my old mother, keep it well, it is very suitable for you. "
Sun Yuzhi looked at the painting and was confused.
What is this?
painting?
He didn't realize that the painting was satirizing him, and he didn't shy away from others and took a closer look.
Zhou Pingbo, who was standing on one side, was a very attentive person. When he heard Mu Qingyun's words, he felt something was wrong. When he came over and took a look, he couldn't help laughing.
Mu Qingyun sneered: "Master Sun, I heard that you often spend extravagantly and don't know how to save at all. I hope you won't spend money randomly in the future. You should give the money to your younger brothers and sisters."
Sun Yuzhi was furious: "What do you mean? When will I allow others to comment on my family affairs?"
"It turns out that Mr. Sun also knows this truth." Mu Qingyun shook his head, turned and walked away, "A rat has skin, but a human has no manners! If a man has no manners, what's the point of not dying?"
Sun Yuzhi: "..."
