The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

The person who came out from behind the shadow of the rockery, even though his face is handsome, there is a deep color between his eyebrows. This color is condensed very well when facing Mu Jin, but he is not too lazy when facing other people. cover up.

He settled silently and stood quietly behind the court lady Qiaozhu. Seeing that she had no response, there was a scornful look on his face.

Qiaozhu seemed to be waiting anxiously. He mumbled "Why haven't you come?" and looked around boredly. Under this look, he saw a long and thin shadow directly behind him.

Qiaozhu shivered vigorously, his legs softened, and he almost screamed.

A temperatureless hand squeezed her mouth and nose, suppressing all her shouts in her throat.

Qiaozhu didn't come up in a breath, and was exposed to such an unhuman temperature, so that his pupils were dilated with fright, and he couldn't help falling back softly.

"Don't shout."

A deliberately lowered and soft voice sounded in her ears, and she heard that this person was the one she was waiting for, and Qiaozhu's eyes showed a little anger.

Before the other party waited for her to reach out, he retracted his hand as if he had touched something dirty, and at an angle she couldn't see, the hand rubbed the clothes a few times.

"Grandpa Zhang!" Qiaozhu controlled her anger and whispered to the person who frightened her, "This black lamp is blind, you can't make a sound when you arrive, what are you doing behind me?"

"The meeting between you and me is very secret. I naturally want to see if you are the only one." Zhang Mingxu's tone was calm, his keen eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and then he retracted into the shadows, "Now my mother's will has been Achieved, then the one who promised me should start to be fulfilled, right?"

Seeing that when talking about business, Qiaozhu got his emotions up and smiled, "Gong-gong Zhang said and laughed. The purpose of the empress is only half achieved, and the other half is not settled." Then, in order to appease the other party, he added, "But my wife also said that thanks to Zhang's ingenious arrangement, the emperor was willing to stay in the Changshengxuan. My wife is very grateful to the father-in-law."

She said that she took out a kit and stuffed it into Zhang Mingxu's hand through the night.

Zhang Mingxu knocked the thing in his hand and felt his hand fall heavily. He opened the kit and glanced at it, the golden eyes dazzled people's eyes.

It was a bag full of golden melon seeds.

"Thank you Wu Niangniang." Zhang Mingxu put away the kit, there was no dislike or joy on his face, "Thanks to the slave, I didn't dare to be a slave, but I just tried my best, and I hope Niangniang can remember the original trading premise."

Although he thanked him, but in the face of such a generous reward, he really couldn't see how grateful he was. Qiaozhu frowned and smiled, "Naturally, the empress will not tell Manager Mu about this matter anyway. I hope Grandpa Zhang can continue to fulfill his promises and help the empress more with the help of his position."

Zhang Mingxu's unmoving expression moved, revealing a hint of coldness, "I still count what I say, but again, I won't regret it. I won't touch Mu Jinwen's position."

Qiaozhu was silent, as if he didn't expect him to be so ignorant of good and bad, he wanted to turn his head and leave directly, but when he remembered the instructions of his ex-women before coming out, he still swallowed.

"Naturally, Niangniang only said that she hoped her father-in-law would spare no effort. After all, our goals are the same, right?"

"I will do my best." Zhang Mingxu's expression softened a little, and his eyes were not so cold and terrible when he looked at Qiaozhu. "I am looking for my mother to cooperate, but also to trust my mother's ability, and hope that my mother will not blame me for talking too much."

Qiaozhu nodded: "Father-in-law, please speak."

"Chopping the grass and not eradicating the roots will leave trouble." Zhang Mingxu said, "This failure was not the fault of the empress. Mu Jinwen came back earlier than everyone expected. But if there is another chance, the empress should not look back."

Qiaozhu knew what he was talking about. If it wasn't for Mu Jinwen to return to the palace early and stir up the original plan, they would have thousands of ways to make that little palace girl better die.

But she didn't dare to complain about this in front of Zhang Mingxu. Who knew that Zhang Gonggong could clearly sentence one life to death without blinking her eyes, but she could even refute the empress's proposal to oust Mu Jinwen who was not used for her.

"It's just an accident this time, not next time." Qiaozhu only briefly expressed his attitude, quietly observed his expression, and continued, "In the future, the mother will not be able to help her father-in-law, and she hopes her father-in-law will not be merciful in the future... It's just such an average. After it's done, naturally it won't be good for the father-in-law."

Zhang Mingxu did not refute, but there was a chilling arc in the corner of his mouth.

Qiaozhu was all hairy by him, and the branches on top of her head were bent by the falling snow. As the winter night's cold wind blew, she was shaky, and a clump of snow fell directly into her collar.

Qiaozhu shuddered.

"It's late at night, father-in-law should go back to rest early, and talk to the empress if you have something to do."

She hurriedly left a closing sentence, gave Zhang Mingxu a slight blessing, turned around and wanted to leave this place.

Behind her, Zhang Mingxu's voice was accompanied by Xiao Xiao's north wind, like a howling ghost in hell, faintly.

"Finally convey a word to the empress," he raised his eyes, and the blood that had never been exposed in front of Mu Jin glowed in the night. "If there are two grasshoppers on a boat, they can only take care of each other; but If you find a third one after extra effort, it's not necessarily the case."

"Who knows if it was a grasshopper or a oriole."

Qiaozhu stayed in place, her whole heart beating banging, she took a deep breath, and reluctantly replied: "Thank you for your father-in-law reminding, I will convey it to the empress."

After speaking, she no longer dared to stay, and fell on the ground with a thin layer of frost after cleaning, leaving two hurried footprints.

What are Wu Bi and Zhang Mingxu's idea, Mu Jin still doesn't know at all. When she got up in the dark the next morning and continued to face a bunch of "work", she only felt desperate.

Duan Rongrong next to him was sneaky, and quickly stuffed a cloth bag into Mu Jin's arms while no one was paying attention.

Mu Jin:?

Seeing Duan Rongrong's expectant expression in his eyes, Mu Jin turned slightly to his side, and opened the cloth bag with the help of the sleeves of his robe. There was a layer of oiled paper inside.

After removing this layer of skin, she had two chubby chestnut cakes lying in her hands.

…this is?

Seeing Mu Jin stunned at the pastry, Duan Rongrong approached and whispered: "When guard Rong came, didn't you mention that you like chestnut cakes? I went to the big dining room to look for them in the morning, and I found them."

Looking at her triumphant little expression, Mu Jin lowered her eyes to cover up the complex emotions under her eyes.

The girl's handwriting is really different from the big five and three thick masters. The chestnut cake that Rong Feng gave her last time wrapped in cloth was almost torn to pieces when it arrived in her hand.

The two installed by Duan Rongrong, although obviously in contrast in terms of color and fragrance, are far behind Rong Feng's, they are carefully wrapped in two layers. At this moment, they are not only complete in shape, but also warm.

At that time, Rong Feng just mentioned it casually in front of her, but he didn't expect this girl to look for it in a daze.

"Mr. Mu, don't you like it?" Duan Rongrong saw that Mu Jin hadn't responded for a long time, and his head dropped, "Then I will change it next time."

Mu Jin held the cakes with her fingers tightly, "Naughty." She reprimanded softly, but her tone was not mad. "The food in the big dining room has a fixed share. You stole it so hastily, palm. Eighty percent of the eunuchs think they have hired a thief."

She paused, concealing the faint smile, "Isn't she just a little thief."

Duan Rongrong stared at her blankly. This joking and gentleness inadvertently revealed that when she realized that she was facing herself, she was so happy that she almost fainted on the spot.

Although Mr. Mu is a... But if she can become her girlfriend, it would be worthwhile for her to come to this inexplicable dynasty.

Mu Jin didn't notice how much impact her casual sentence had caused Duan Rongrong. She stared at the list in her hand, "Continue."

But their work could not continue.

A little **** looked at the door with his head, Duan Rongrong's eyes pointed and pulled Mu Jin's sleeve. Mu Jin looked up and recognized Li Lian's apprentice, and he was regarded as one of the attendants following the imperial court.

"Hey, who, what are you looking at there, what are you talking about?" Mu Jin was in a good mood and greeted him casually.

"Mr. Mu, you are here." As soon as the little **** saw her smiled, he trot in and made a teasing. "Master asked the slave to come over for a word. The emperor has just left the morning and announced that you will come to see you. ."

Yu Wenrui?

Mu Jin had a headache when she heard this person.

Without him, no matter which plot character is in front of her, she doesn't have to be like the male protagonist. Not only is she perfectly suppressed in terms of identity and status, but even his own sorrows are somewhat helpless.

This person is too difficult to deal with.

"I see." Mu Jin replied seemingly casually, "Go out and wait."

"Yeah." The little **** nodded and bowed back and withdrew.

Mu Jin handed over the list of tributes to Duan Rongrong, saw her worried gaze, was silent for a moment, and said: "You are here and don't walk around..."

Duan Rongrong quickly answered, "You will go back?"

Mu Jin: "..."

Sorry, she really didn't remember the line of this sentence for a while, so she subconsciously said it.

Duan Rongrong's expression was a little horrified: "You won't bring me oranges back, right?"

Mu Jin almost didn't come up at once.

"...No matter who comes to you, don't leave." She abruptly turned her original words.

Duan Rongrong sighed, his expression returned to normal, took the list and patted his chest, and fanned the fragile piece of paper. "Don’t worry, Mr. Mu, I’m just a tree now, no one can dig it. go."

With this kind of weird and funny remarks, Mu Jin was already used to her madness, stared at her warningly, turned and went out to look for Li Lian's apprentice.

I don't know what the dog man called her and wanted to do, but every time he took the initiative to look for her, there seemed to be nothing good.

And for some reason, as soon as Mu Jin left Duan Rongrong, she felt that a corner of her heart twitched, and a strong anxiety surged up, making her walk on the road in a daze.

Maybe it's Wu Bi's matter that hasn't been resolved yet, so let her subconsciously worry about it.

Mu Jin found comfort for herself.

…I always feel that nothing good will happen.

Along the way, the young eunuch, who has not been deeply involved in the world, secretly looked at the well-known director Mu curiously, and only felt that she had beautiful eyebrows, and although her temperament was gloomy, she always had a comfortable sense of peace of mind, which was clearly not like the previous rumors. Like a living Yama.

Mu Jin noticed his gaze and glanced at him sideways.

The little **** was startled, and his mouth grumbled uncontrollably: "Mr Mu really has a good look!"

Mu Jin:...

Everyone in the palace knows that the original body hates people most when mentioning his appearance. Is he deliberately trying to die?

After the little **** finished saying these words, he realized with hindsight that he had caused a catastrophe. He opened his eyes in horror and covered his mouth. He trembled and looked up at Mu Jin: "Mr. Mu Mumu, yes. Sorry, sorry..."

Mu Jin smiled, and couldn't tell whether she was angry or not: "Are you Li Lian's apprentice?"

"Huihuihuihui, Director Mu...Yes...Yes! The little one is named Shuijin."

Mu Jin heard that he was about to bite his tongue, and didn't want to embarrass him, "Lead the way."

Shui Jin let out a sigh of relief, and almost thumped in front of Mu Jin.

He looked at Mu Jin's increasingly stunning facial features with a smile, and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

Everyone said that since Director Mu returned from the epidemic area, he has changed his sex. Not only did he work hard for the country and the people, but he also curbed his violent temperament and learned to be kind to others. Now it is true at first sight.

Today, Yu Wenrui did not wait for Mu Jin in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Instead, he set up a table of dim sum hot tea in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden. Seeing Mu Jin's arrival, he raised his chin to the small stool next to him: "Sit."

It is still snowing in the winter, and the table is placed in the ventilated pavilion. The male lead is worthy of the male lead, and most people can't do this.

Mu Jin honestly asked for peace. When he heard his request, he was one head and two big. He raised his eyes and glanced at Shuijin’s grown-up mouth and Li Lian’s subtle eyes. He immediately turned his head and put on a flattering smile. Come to Yu Wenrui's side bumpy.

Yu Wenrui raised his eyebrows. Before he had a seizure, Mu Jin picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of Yu Wenrui. At the same time, he squeezed his shoulders for him. Smelling the good fragrance of Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, with this imperial garden snow scene, it is really a match. Your Majesty, please use it slowly, and the minion will squeeze your shoulders and relax for you. Ordinary minions can't touch your itchy spots, or minions with their own hands. Good come."

She paused, "It's just like when she was in the East Palace."

Sure enough, hearing her mention the Donggong, the displeasure between Yu Wenrui's eyebrows disappeared instantly, replaced by a long-lasting recollection of the past.

"At that time, you were pressing on my shoulders like you are now." Yu Wenrui squinted, "When I was tired, I really missed your craft."

Yes, the original body often squeezes your shoulders while figuring out whether she can strangle you directly.

Mu Jin slandered silently, still with a constant smile on his face, "Your Majesty said that, it will be a shameless slave. When you think about it, call the slave to come."

Mu Jin moved his fingers carefully, trying to relax and follow the body's own memory movements. Seeing that Yu Wenrui did not show any abnormalities, he was considered qualified.

After pressing for a while, Yu Wenrui raised his hand to indicate that he could stop. Mu Jin respectfully retracted his hand and stood aside, watching Yu Wenrui grabbing a plate of fragrant pastries, seemingly casually said: "Jin Wen also Tired, come and taste the chestnut cake made by the chef of the Imperial Kitchen."

Chestnut cake?

Seeing her motionless, Yu Wenrui turned her head and looked at her inquisitively, with a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, "Why, Rong Feng can give it, the little palace lady can give it, I give it to you, you don't like it?"

Mu Jin:...

Mu Jin:! !

He knows it all!

Who, when, has been lurking by her side, and can still deliver news to the hero?

Mu Jin's brain was spinning fast, even though she didn't show anger, she didn't dare to underestimate the emperor's anger. The hand under the sleeve of the large robe severely pinched her thigh, which made the scared and chaotic brain awake.

"Why, does Jinwen have nothing to say to me?"

Yu Wenrui took a sip from the tea cup, placed the bottom of the cup heavily on the stone table, and made a crisp sound, making Mu Jin chuckle in his heart.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" Mu Jin looked at Shangyu Wenrui with just the right amount of confusion and boredom. "Are you talking about those cheap things? They are all minions from humble origins, and they use these things to make fun of them. Minion, do you want to see the minion make a fool of a rare snack?"

She wrinkled her nose, and uttered her anger on her face. "They are still minions. They were gadgets that were slaughtered in the first place. It's really unpredictable."

She seemed angry and arrogant, arrogant and presumptuous, but in fact she carefully grasped the proportions in her words, not only removing the possibility of her and those people going privately, but also showing her arrogant and ignorant side.

She pretended to be crazy and behaved so as to let the emperor know that she was still the little thing that he could hold in his hand, and there was no possibility of escape from control.

Yu Wenrui stared at Mu Jin for a long while, and took a sip from the teacup again. When she put it down this time, she didn't make any sharp noises. "They are just kind, why should you get angry."

Mu Jin saw that he had escaped the disaster, but did not dare to relax.

She fished Duan Rongrong from the punishment center. Even if she could hide it from others, she might not hide it from the male lead. She saw that he even knew who gave him chestnut cake, which shows this huge palace. Up and down, no wind can avoid his eyes and ears.

But she waited nervously, and didn't wait until Yu Wenrui asked Duan Rongrong related questions, which made Mu Jin who was ready to exonerate her and by the way greatly promoted the heroine to the hero Mu Jin was stunned.

Mu Jin didn't recover until he was forcibly stuffed with chestnut cake in a food box.

"The New Year's Eve banquet is coming, and you have been bothering recently."

The interview ended in Yuwenrui's gentle and pleasant color.

Until being sent out of the pavilion by Li Lian, Mu Jin remained in an inexplicable state. He looked down at the food box he was holding in his arms, and really didn't understand what Yu Wenrui did so hard to call him over.

Just to give yourself a box of chestnut cakes?

Mu Jin shook his head and cast off the guess.

Forget it, the chestnut cake made by the chef of the Yushanfang is really not inferior to the hue that Rong Feng brought from the Taiwei's mansion.

Mu Jin returned to the House of Internal Affairs with the food box.

There was still a busy but not chaotic scene in the House of Internal Affairs. Mu Jin pretended to inspect a circle, showing a critical look and pointed a few places, and then took a seemingly steady but eager step back to where she left.

She was really worried about leaving the silly and inexplicable heroine here alone.

The room was the same as when she left. The half-sorted tributes were still piled up on the tray in a mess, and the list that Mu Jin handed to Duan Rongrong before leaving lightly fell to the ground.

Mu Jin picked it up, scanned it, and fixed it on a hole that was deliberately deducted.

On the entry of the Tianhuang bamboo festival seal of the "Wu Tibetan niches" made by famous masters in the past, only one set of "Wu" has been cut out. Only three "Tibetan niches" are left. /Teaching style text, it looks weird.

Wu.

Mu Jin's hand gripping the list suddenly tightened, and the sharp and anxious light of a sword shot from his eyes.