At the moment when Guangliu's fingertips were about to touch her throat, Heitan appeared beside him, grabbed his wrist, and asked grimly: "What do you want to do to my girl?"

Then, with a snap, Guangliu's wrist was broken.

"ah--"

Guangliu screamed.

Mu Nanjin said to Heitan, "Don't kill him, just throw him out of the house."

Heitan didn't understand her actions: "He wants to kill you. If you let him go, he will find another chance to kill you next time."

Mu Nanjin wanted to know what Guangliu said, so he couldn't let him die so soon: "He might still be useful, let him go."

Heitan dragged the man out of the hall, then raised his hand and threw him towards the gate of the Mu Mansion, and the man flew out like a kite.

He snorted coldly, patted his dirty hands and continued to do his own thing.

Mu Nanjin looked at the words on the paper and murmured, "What on earth does he want to tell me?"

By the way, there is another person who knows about this, she can just go and ask him.

After nightfall, the prison was filled with either painful groans, crying, or noise.

The women of the Minister of Revenue were unable to adapt to life in prison and were noisy and clamorous. They either demanded fine food or asked the jailer to move the beds and bedding from the Minister's house to the prison. The children kept crying, which made the Minister of Revenue, who was already upset, even more angry.

He yelled to the outside of the cell door: "Shut up."

In an instant, the prison fell silent.

The Minister of Revenue’s head stopped buzzing and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he found the prison eerily quiet. He looked up and saw that his sons and grandsons were all motionless, and they all maintained strange postures as if their acupuncture points had been fixed.

"Acong, what happened to you?"

The Minister of Revenue anxiously got up and shook his eldest son's body, but the other party did not move.

He shook the others' bodies again, but no one responded.

At this moment, a cold female voice sounded outside the prison: "They are pinned down by me."

"Who is it?"

The Minister of Revenue quickly turned around and saw someone standing outside the cell door. When he blinked again, the person appeared in front of him.

“Ah ...

He was so frightened that he fell back to the ground. He hurriedly crawled to the gate: "There is a ghost, jailer, there is a ghost——"

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The black shadow said, "Minister of Revenue, I am Mu Nanjin."

"Mu, Mu Nanjin?"

It took the Minister of Revenue a while before he remembered who Mu Nanjin was.

Mu Nanjin sat down and patted the seat next to him: "Let's talk."

The prison was only lit by torches outside the corridor, and was very dark.

The Minister of Revenue couldn't see Mu Nanjin's appearance clearly and was very scared. He climbed up against the prison door and asked: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Mu Nanjin walked towards him: "Are you afraid of me? Do you think Guangliu has killed me?"

The Minister of Revenue shouted in horror: "Don't come over here, don't come over here."

Seeing how scared he was, Mu Nanjin stopped and said, "Don't worry, I'm just here to ask you some questions, not to kill you. In that case, what does it matter if I'm a human or a ghost?"

The Minister of Revenue breathed a sigh of relief: "What do you want to ask?"

When he said this, he tried to eavesdrop on Mu Nanjin's thoughts.

I don’t know if it was because Mu Nanjin had nothing in her heart, or because Guangliu’s words made her alert, or because he lost his job, but he didn’t hear anything Mu Nanjin had to say.

"I want to know what you want Guangliu to say to me?"

The Minister of Revenue was slightly startled: "Didn't he tell you?"

Mu Nanjin lied to him, "He did say it, but I just wanted to confirm if it was true."

It was indeed unbelievable to be able to hear Mu Nanjin's inner thoughts, and he wouldn't believe it.

The Minister of Revenue said: "This is indeed hard to believe, but it is true. If you don't believe it, I can give you a few more examples, such as..."

For example, there was no sound afterwards, just like Guang Liu, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t make a sound.

The Minister of Revenue thought he had become mute and touched his neck in fear: "Why can't I make any sound? Hey, why is there a sound again?"

Could it be that God didn't allow him to tell Mu Nanjin that he could hear her thoughts?

"Can't you tell me?" Mu Nanjin knew that just like Guang Liu, he couldn't get what he wanted to say, so he disappeared into the cell.

"Mu Nanjin, let me tell you... uh, where are the people?"

The Minister of Revenue looked around but did not see Mu Nanjin. Then, everyone in the prison was able to move.

The Tianlao prison once again turned into a vegetable market, so noisy that it made people feel annoyed.

"Noise, noise, noise. If you keep on making noise, I'll punish you."

The jailer took the whip and swung it towards the door. With a snap, the women were so frightened that they immediately fell silent.

The Minister of Revenue looked at all this in a daze, as if what happened just now when he met Mu Nanjin was all his imagination.

"Dad, why are you standing at the gate?"

The eldest son of the Minister of Revenue came over and helped him sit on the haystack.

The Minister of Revenue quickly held his hand and said, "Acong, did you see a girl enter our cell just now?"

"No, how could any girl come to our cell?"

The eldest son of the Minister of Revenue thought that the Minister of Revenue was tired, so he comforted him and said, "Dad, you must be too tired to have hallucinations. Go to sleep quickly. We will definitely be able to get out tomorrow."

Minister of Revenue: “…”

At this time, Mu Nanjin had returned to his room.

She was really curious about what the Minister of Revenue wanted to tell her, because her intuition told her that this matter was very important to her, but unfortunately there was no way to make them speak.

unless……

She currently doesn't have the ability to circumvent the rules of heaven and earth.

But what exactly is going on? What did Guang Liu say about the emperor and the civil and military officials? Are they going to kill her? Or are they going to give her a promotion? Or do the emperor and the civil and military officials know that she is a time traveler?

But these things are not enough to stop them from speaking out.

never mind.

She was not a very smart person, so if she really couldn't guess what was going on, she would just give up thinking about it. And her many years of experience watching TV shows and movies told her that this matter would definitely come to light in the future.

Well, that's how it's played out in TV shows and movies.

Mu Nanjin extinguished the candle with a flick of his finger and went to sleep.

Three days later, Si Yuhuan's teahouse opened.

The name of the teahouse is "Cha Shu Zhai", which means there are books to read and tea to drink.

The opening time was set at noon, which was the time when students in the Imperial College were dismissing. In addition, Si Yuhuan had done private publicity, letting many people know that there was a rare book in the Tea Study, so many people came to taste tea, not only students from the academy, but also many literati and scholars.

In just a quarter of an hour, the teahouse was full of people, including young girls and men.

The teahouse next door became deserted and I could only stand at the door and watch with envy.

"I heard that the Tea Bookstore has a rare copy, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"I also came here for the rare book, but with so many people coming to drink tea, it might be difficult to see the rare book."

"I asked the tea girls in the tea library, and they said that there really is a rare copy, but you need to spend 1,000 taels of silver in the tea library to see it. By the way, there are many other rare books in the tea library, but you have to spend 500 taels of silver to borrow them, and you can't take them out of the tea library, and you can't copy them."

Everyone's eyes widened: "One thousand taels of silver? So expensive? How many days can it be borrowed?"

"Three days."

“That’s too little.”

Xia Yan, who was serving tea to the guests, heard what they said and explained to them, "The one thousand taels of silver we are talking about does not mean that you have to pay it all at once. You can add up the money you spend each time you come to the Tea House, and when you reach one thousand taels of silver, you can borrow a rare book. After borrowing a rare book, you have three days to read it, and you can share it with any number of friends who come with you, but you are not allowed to copy it."

This way, everyone will feel that it is not expensive.

They can treat each other and then put the name on one person's name, and then they will have the opportunity to read the rare copy.

At this time, a man in a blue robe stood up and asked Si Yuhuan who was greeting the guests, "Boss, how do you want us to believe that you have a rare book? What if we get the opportunity to borrow a rare book, but you can't produce it?"

The man in green robe beside the man in blue robe also stood up and said, "Brother Renlan is right. How do you prove that you have the only copy?"

The black-robed man beside them said, "Boss, you should bring out the rare copy for us to identify. After we confirm it, we can decide whether to come to your shop for tea."

"Yes, take it out and let us identify it." The other guests echoed.

Si Yuhuan knew that the people from the teahouse next door were sent to cause trouble, but she kept smiling and said, "If it's not a unique copy, I will return half of the money I spent in my shop to everyone."

After hearing this, most of the guests shut up.

The man in the blue robe was still not giving in: "We came here to drink tea for the rare book. If there is no rare book, wouldn't it be a waste of our time to drink tea here? Our time is precious. How are you going to compensate us?"

The man in the green robe said, "Yes, how do you compensate me?"

"Why is it so noisy here? Who is causing trouble?"

There were shouts coming from outside the tea study, and then everyone saw a female Jinyiwei in a dark green flying fish costume walking in with four Jinyiwei.

Xu Cheng and Yang Bo glanced at the crowd coldly.

As they used to be bandits, their eyes were very ferocious, which scared the man in blue robe and the man in green robe so much that they quickly sat down.

The man in the green robe drank a sip of tea to calm himself down: "Why are the Jinyi Guards here too?"

The man in the black robe said in a deep voice: "We are not causing any trouble, why are you afraid of them?"

The man in the blue robe asked the man in the black robe, "Don't you know who they are?"

"Who else could they be? Aren't they just the Royal Guards?"

"They are the Jinyiwei who were arresting people a few days ago. They are very powerful. They dare to arrest anyone, no matter if they are high-ranking officials or princes."

The man in the black robe paused for a moment, but still stood up and said, "We are not causing any trouble. We are just questioning whether the solitary copy is real or fake. Is that not okay?"

Xu Cheng and the others looked at him in silence.

Then, an experienced voice came from upstairs: "If you can trust me, I am willing to verify the authenticity for you so that you can rest assured."

Everyone in the lobby looked upstairs and saw a man in his fifties walking down from upstairs.

Someone recognized the other person and stood up suddenly: "It's the chief priest of the Imperial College."

"Offering wine!?"

The scholars all stood up and saluted the chief priest: "Greetings to the chief priest."

The chief priest smiled and said, "No need to be so polite."

[Hey, it's really the chief priest, why is he here? ]

[Is it for me too? ]

Mu Nanjin looked upstairs and saw Princess Xueyu winking at her.

[It turned out that Princess Xueyu invited me to serve the wine. It was worth it that I gave her the detoxification pill. Hee.]

Then, Mu Nanjin saw the person in the next room. When the other person saw her, he quickly retracted his head as if he had seen a ghost.

[Hey, isn't that Liang Shaochu, the grandson of the Holy Prince? Why is he here? ]

The chief priest walked up to Si Yuhuan and said, "I wonder if you trust me, young lady. Are you willing to give me the rare copy for appraisal?"

Before Si Yuhuan could say anything, the others said, "The chief priest is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Anything he identifies cannot be fake."

"Shopkeeper, if your book is genuine, you won't be afraid to take it out for identification."

Si Yuhuan had expected that things would get to this point today. She took out three rare books from the counter and handed them to the chief priest: "I didn't know you were coming, so I only took three rare books with me."

"Three?" Jijiu looked at her in surprise: "You have collected so many rare books?"

Si Yuhuan hesitated and nodded.

The chief wine opened it and read it.

[I stole this unique copy from the emperor and copied it for myself. No matter how you look at it, it is real.]

[Unless the only copy in the emperor's hands is a fake.]

[Uh... the emperor wouldn't be so blind that he would even mistake an only copy, right? ]

“…”

The chief priest's hand trembled.

It turned out to be copied from the emperor's only copy.

In this case, it cannot be fake.

But this little girl was too bold. She even dared to steal the emperor's only copy.

What made him even more curious was how Mu Nanjin managed to evade the eyes of the palace guards and steal the unique copy?

The emperor, who was hiding upstairs drinking tea, laughed out of anger.

"This little girl stole my only copy and dared to doubt that it was a fake."

He had always been curious about why Mu Nanjin stole his only copy of the book, until a few days ago when he found out that she did so in order to open a teahouse.

Then he wondered again, why did she need a unique copy to open a teahouse? After seeing her today, he had to say that the girl really had a business mind.

After about a quarter of an hour, the chief priest put down the book in his hand and said to everyone: "The content is true, but the book is new, it must have been copied."

The man in black robes asked quickly, "Then it is not a unique copy."

Si Yuhuan explained: "Everyone knows that rare copies are very precious. If I take out the real rare copy for everyone to read, it will be damaged. I can only copy another copy for everyone to read. I hope everyone can understand."

The chief priest said, "People who love books will cherish them and don't want them to be destroyed. It is a blessing for scholars that the shopkeeper can copy out the contents of the rare book to share. And what we want to read is the contents of the rare book, not to collect books. As long as the contents are authentic, there is no harm in copying them. Don't you agree?"

"The libation master is right."

The literati all agreed.

The man in the black robe had no choice but to sit down and continue drinking tea.

Seeing that the matter had calmed down, Mu Nanjin went up to the third-floor room alone.

[I thought of what to do with the Kaito Manga Hands, hehe. 】

Thank you for your reward, I've confirmed that I've met the right person with my eyes, muah