On the day of Mao Aqin's murder, since someone took the opportunity to enter his room to investigate, is it possible that the other party already knew that Mao Aqin would commit the murder on that day?
Although it is possible that the other party has been staring here, discovered what Mao Aqin did, and took advantage of it, this possibility is very small.
Mu Qingyun has a keen spiritual sense, and he can detect anyone from any distance if someone is following him.
Even seniors like Zhang Jingsong, who has outstanding Qinggong skills, can't keep an eye on him. How many people are still alive today who can compete with Zhang Jingsong in Qinggong?
Besides, there is also the expert on the roof.
It is more likely that these people knew in advance that Mao Aqin was going to take action.
Mu Qingyun frowned unconsciously.
The script this time is very rough. All we know is that the female protagonist is Jiang Minhua, the original 'half-sister', and the male protagonist Wang Mingyuan is the youngest son of the Wang family in the imperial capital. I don't know what happened to the Wang family, so they sent him to Xiong County for him. My sister lives with my brother-in-law and is studying in Xiong County by the way.
It's said to be a sweet sadistic novel, but in fact it doesn't really abuse the heroine very much.
The only bit of abuse was that Wang Mingyuan recognized the wrong person at first, but the person he loved was always Jiang Minhua. He had already dimmed his memory of the original childhood playmate.
The whole story is about a lucky little heroine who is doted on by the hero, his family, and all kinds of men, women, and children.
If the Baiyun Gate hadn't appeared in the story, Mu Qingyun would have had no interest in the plot.
But there is Baiyun Sect in this story. The only remaining inheritor of Baiyun Sect, the guardian of the mountain, and the original senior brother died quietly in the white snow in order to fulfill Jiang Minhua's love.
If the script is not changed, the senior brother will come to visit him soon. This time, it is obviously impossible for him to mistake Jiang Minhua for his junior sister, so he will not give Jiang Minhua all the medicine left by his master. , there is medicine to save serious injuries.
Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes slightly.
How stupid do you have to be to admit the wrong junior sister?
He can only recognize people by those little jewelry tokens, so he won't be able to inquire about them? In the story, the original person was indeed called Uncle Jiang Si and pretended to be the daughter of a relative. However, the neighbors in the county did not know that there were still many villagers in Baiyun Village who knew that Mu Xiaoran's daughter was named Mu Qingyun.
She doesn't look like Jiang Si, she definitely looks more like her mother Mu Xiaoran. How could I admit my mistake if I wasn't a fool?
Mu Qingyun, full of dissatisfaction, went back to school and took two sets of mock tests, and then he felt satisfied and relaxed.
Cai Pandui was dumbfounded as he watched his deskmate swishing away at the questions. After finishing the swiping, he felt very happy on his face, as if he had finished a large bowl of braised pork in one go. He felt guilty and short of breath. He had just closed his eyes to relax and go to sleep!
She quickly dug out the history textbook and memorized it, and then did a set of math simulation questions later.
Originally, her talent was much, much worse than that of classmate Mu. It was a world of difference. If she couldn't even match her hard work, she would be sorry for eating so much rice in her stomach while living in this world!
Cai Pantui felt a turmoil in his mind, and the other students in the classroom immediately calmed down. Those who were reading, those who were doing the questions, all became serious.
Teacher Wang quietly walked to the back door, glanced over, raised his eyebrows, and felt very satisfied.
The teacher from Class 2 next to him saw his proud look and couldn't help but snorted: "What are you proud of? I just got lucky and picked up a good student for nothing."
Teacher Wang laughed and became more and more proud.
Mu Qingyun spent a day writing test papers at school and returned home refreshed. When he entered the door, he saw Grandma Bai sitting in the yard feeding pigeons.
A group of pigeons with gray-brown feathers, each with a round body, wobbling as they walked, eating pigeon food leisurely, they are so cute and fluffy, the only problem is that this group of pigeons can fly thousands of miles. The long journey, even flying from upstairs to underground, would be tiring. Mu Qingyun sat down and stared for a while, sighing in his heart.
No wonder these pigeons!
Mr. Qiao on the roof is very wealthy and feeds him every day. All kinds of corn and peanuts are fresh and delicious.
Grandma Bai also likes to feed them, and she also thinks about giving vegetables and beans, as well as snacks for three meals a day, so that even the cooing sounds of these pigeons sound like coquettishness.
Anyone who is fed with such love and affection will become more and more mellow and lovely. Let alone an ignorant pigeon, even a mature adult cannot withstand such enthusiasm.
Mu Qingyun sighed, grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them in her hand. The fluffy dove slowly fell on her fingertips. It felt warm and soft to the touch, and it was so cute.
The cooing sounds of the little pigeons are also very moving. To Mu Qingyun's ears, they are like childish words. Although they don't say anything serious, they can still make people laugh.
After feeding the pigeons for a while, Mu Qingyun took out two letters from the mailbox, then returned to the house and turned on the light.
Grandma Bai helped decorate her room. There is a bay window in front of the window and a canopy bed opposite. The most beautiful thing is the desk and chairs. This set of desks and chairs was discarded by Grandma Bai's husband. Although it is a discarded item, it can The old man is a very particular person, and everything he uses is of high quality.
There is also a thin marble slab spread on the table, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Mu Qingyun sat at the table. The chair was a little hard, but the seat cushions and backrests were hand-sewn by Grandma Bai. They were filled with soft and fluffy cotton wool. They were moderately soft and hard when she sat down, and fit her waist well.
After opening the letter and looking at it, Mu Qingyun exhaled and couldn't help but smile. At least it wasn't too embarrassing.
This letter was a reply sent to her by the Historical Research Society.
In this era, Mu Qingyun didn't think about making money at first, and he didn't think about money at all. However, the living expenses given by Jiang Si were still enough. His business was not bad, and he was not particularly stingy. One month's payment A few hundred yuan for her is enough at the moment.
But she never expected that she would eat more and more, and the ingredients prepared by Grandma Bai every day had doubled tenfold.
Just like that, Mu Qingyun still didn't have enough to eat.
Grandma Bai has always been careless. She said that she practices martial arts every day and is active, so she eats a lot. The old man believed her and carefully prepared various meats, fruits, eggs, milk, and vegetables for her every day.
This is not the future, and the food in the future is nothing. No matter how big her appetite is, she could not eat enough for herself in the era when Mu Qingyun came. But now, the supplies are not too abundant, and if you want to eat more, you really have to spend money.
Mu Qingyun could not take advantage of Grandma Bai in vain.
After much thought, I decided to learn from the bad methods used by the reborn campus protagonists and write some articles to increase my income.
If she remembered correctly, writing in this era was still quite expensive.
As long as Mu Qingyun can write articles that readers like, she won't have to worry about making money. The only thing she needs to worry about is whether she will be disgraced and sink into the sand, writing something that no magazine or newspaper would dare to use. . (End of chapter)
