Chapter 583 Miss Du’s Trouble
Hu Xin'er lowered her voice and whispered in Mu Qing's ear, "It's very likely that the Zheng and Wang families and Zhao Si all knew this secret, but Zhao Si was still young at the time and alone, so Prefect Shen let him go."
Mu Qing nodded silently. He and Hu Xiner exchanged a glance, and both of them thought of the secret tunnel in the east wing that contained poisonous smoke.
A chill ran down their backs, and Hu Xin'er couldn't help but shiver. Mu Qing held her hand and said, "It's cold outside. Let's go back to the room and warm ourselves by the fire."
The heater in Hu Xin'er's hand was only slightly cool. She nodded silently, not wanting to think about it anymore. She asked, "Husband, is there any way I can learn to transmit sound quickly?"
"That feeling is so mysterious. You can only calm down and search carefully." Mu Qing stroked her hand soothingly, "Don't worry."
However, after going through so many things, how could Hu Xiner stay calm?
She was meditating on the bed, and her head tilted and she almost fell asleep again. She quickly shook her head, trying to wake herself up.
"It's so annoying! Do I really have no talent for martial arts?" She picked up the pillow unhappily and hit Mu Qing on the head.
Mu Qing was hit for no reason, and seeing her frustrated look, he just wanted to laugh.
Hu Xin'er saw that his eyes and eyebrows were all smiling, but the corners of his mouth were tightly tightened. She couldn't help but get even more angry: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"
Mu Qing served as his wife's human sandbag for a long time. He endured it at first, but later he couldn't stop laughing.
Hu Xiner was filled with shame and anger, and hid in the quilt like an ostrich, but when the quilt was gently lifted, Mu Qing's enlarged handsome face appeared in front of her. He kissed her face several times despite her objection.
She felt like she had lost all hope in life. How could she practice martial arts like this?
Seeing that she was genuinely upset, Mu Qing stopped joking and suggested, "If you're feeling uneasy, why not paint? You can wait until you've calmed down before practicing martial arts."
What he said was somewhat reasonable. In fact, Hu Xiner was not in a hurry to practice martial arts. She was just curious about martial arts and had a competitive spirit. That was why she was unhappy because she failed to practice martial arts.
She walked to the small desk in the room and picked up the green bamboo pen.
But what to draw?
A scene appeared in her mind. She closed her eyes, and thousands of thoughts condensed on the tip of the pen, and finally turned into handwriting that was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes outlined, sometimes traced, leaving traces of ink on the snow-white drawing paper.
Suddenly, the secret mental method of transmitting sound into the heart appeared in her heart. Those obscure words turned in her heart like running water, gathering into a trickle, flowing through her limbs and bones.
Like the soft tip of a bamboo pen, it scratches the paper and makes a rustling sound.
Before he knew it, Mu Qing was standing behind Hu Xiner. His eyes were focused and doting, even with a hint of pride.
With his martial arts level, he could naturally feel that a weak fluctuation of internal force had emerged from Hu Xiner's body.
Only when a person is extremely focused and selfless can he experience the mysterious state of cultivating internal strength. Obviously, Hu Xiner can only be so focused when painting.
Moreover, she has a magic pen.
When that wonderful feeling flowed through her fingertips, Hu Xiner seemed to be able to vaguely feel that the magic pen let out a small cheer.
The secret of transmitting sound into secrets came to her mind. She tried to condense her internal energy into a line and then transmit it -
"Mu Qing?"
"I am here."
The moment it received a response, the bamboo pen stopped.
Hu Xiner seemed to be shocked out of that wonderful feeling, and turned around in a daze.
Mu Qing said seriously: "Xin'er, recall the feeling you just had, and then use the secret method of sound transmission to communicate with me..."
Hu Xiner suppressed her excitement and slowly followed Mu Qing's instructions.
Hu Xiner was so happy that she couldn't express it in words after learning how to transmit secret messages. But at this moment, there was a noise and shouting nearby. They were vaguely saying words like "the one with the surname Du" and "shameless", and most of the people who were speaking were men.
It seems that Miss Du's residence is next to it. She was a little surprised and went out to see that the door of Miss Du's house had been surrounded by various men.
These men have different appearances, whether they are peddlers, scholars or merchants, and there are even quite a few dressed as knights. The only common feature is that they are all young men of marriageable age.
"Ms. Du, even if you can't get married, there's no need for you to slander others!" A young man in ordinary clothes knocked on the door angrily.
The Ranger snorted coldly: "If Miss Du can't give an explanation, then Jiang will have no choice but to break in."
"Miss Zhou is so gentle and kind, why does Miss Du have to oppose her everywhere?" The man who looked like a scholar sighed.
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After hearing these words, Hu Xiner roughly understood what was going on and couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart.
It turned out that the people gathered at Miss Du's door were none other than Miss Zhou's admirers.
Looking at the admirers, she couldn't help but say, "If you all really care about Miss Zhou, why not go and comfort her in person? Why are you crowding around the doorstep of a young woman like Miss Du?"
No one paid any attention to her, except for one scholar who sighed, "You don't know, but since the last Miraculous Medicine Conference, Miss Zhou's already frail body has been unable to withstand the shock and she has fallen seriously ill."
The man dressed as a knight couldn't contain his anger. "Miss Zhou is already weak, and now she's bedridden because of Du! I must take this bitch down and make amends to Miss Zhou today!"
Just then, the door opened.
Miss Du appeared at the door, her tone rather hostile: "Oh? I want to see who dares to drag me to apologize!"
With a "swish", the sword flashed, and Miss Du made a beautiful sword flower, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the knight who had just spoken arrogantly.
Everyone was intimidated by her aura and couldn't help but take a step back.
Hu Xiner was speechless when she saw how cowardly they were. No wonder they didn't dare to ask Miss Zhou about her well-being, but only dared to shout at Miss Du's door.
Judging from their appearance, they probably can't even enter the Zhou family?
Miss Du sneered, "Aren't you going to arrest me? Come on!"
Xiao Cui, her personal maid, quickly tugged at her sleeve: "Miss! Master, the mistress has told you to hide here and not cause trouble with others."
"Are you my maid or someone else's?" Miss Du looked very annoyed. "That Zhou girl is going too far. If I don't fight back, am I going to be completely discredited by her?"
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