"master"
A leaf landed on Muxi's shoulder. He picked it up lightly and threw it away. At that moment, the girl's unique voice rang in his ear.
The girl was dressed in a light green outfit today, looking like newly sprouted buds on a tree branch, full of vitality.
Muqi calmly put down his teacup: "Hmm."
"I'll go and accept the punishment."
With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Mu Xi calmly murmured, "Mm," as she rested her hand on her knees.
Seeing that the man really wanted her to be punished, Dou Shiliu turned around and ran angrily to An Er. So what if it's 28 lashes! She, Dou Shiliu, can take it!
Mu Xi watched the girl's departing figure with calm eyes, a thought flashing through his mind, before lowering his head to continue sipping his tea.
After a full five minutes, Mu Xi abruptly put down her teacup and calmly said, "Xiao Wu."
A figure instantly knelt on the ground
Mu Xi's fingertips traced the surface of the cup, a calm ripple in his heart. "There's no need for An Yi to be punished."
Xiao Wu was also taken aback, but he did as instructed and turned to go find An Er.
However, An Er's movements were a bit too fast. He lashed out with the whip eighteen times out of twenty-eight lashes, and Xiao Wu's pace couldn't keep up.
Dou Shiliu felt a burning pain all over her body, and tears streamed down her face, but she was finally feeling better.
Xiao Wu helped the girl up, but Dou Shiliu still walked straight into the courtyard.
When a glimpse of blood entered her eyes, Mu Xi's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and she silently put it down.
"Master," the voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of grievance.
Mu Xi looked up and stared directly at the girl. Her delicate face had also been lashed by the whip, and her amber pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
"Stop hiding from me..."
Dou Shiliu fell directly in front of Mu Xi, struggling to raise his hand to tug at the robe in front of him, his head spinning from excessive blood loss.
"I'm such a good girl..."
The girl suddenly fainted, and the blood from her fingertips stained her robes. Mu Xi sat in her wheelchair, her eyes fixed on the woman at her feet.
"Sent for medical treatment"
Xiao Wu and Ling suddenly picked up the blood-soaked Dou Shiliu and carried him away.
Mu Xi slightly raised her head, and saw the tender new buds on the treetops swaying gently in the wind. She recalled the pink skirt on the bridge that day, swaying in the same way, looking light and graceful.
Will she behave?
It seems so.
...
Dou Shiliu hadn't seen Muxi during her recovery period, and since she couldn't move, she could only keep an eye on Muxi through the system's video feed every day.
Of course, the system didn't show her the scene of Muxi bathing at all.
Dou Shiliu silently rolled her eyes. "Tch, so stingy."
In the video, Mu Xi is fishing in the lotus garden today, his eyes are calm and serene. If it weren't for the wheelchair, one would almost think that he is a refined and elegant gentleman fishing in the garden. It is a beautiful scene.
Dou Shiliu looked at Mu Xi's legs hidden under her clothes with pity, her eyes flickering.
She had never touched Muxi's legs before and didn't know what was wrong with them or whether they could be cured.
Dou Shiliu wasn't entirely clear on the situation; she would have to get closer to Muxi to find out the general outline.
But... Muxi wouldn't have it at all, her eyes carrying a faint chill that kept people at arm's length.
Dou Shiliu sighed softly, realizing he was already half-frozen before he even got close. He figured it would take some effort to get near this prickly boy.
Dou Shiliu fell asleep while watching.
...
Muqi presents a serene and peaceful humanistic atmosphere in the lotus pond.
The slender fishing rod in her hand tilted slightly. Mu Xi raised her eyes slightly, gave a strong flick, and a small fish was flung onto the shore.
Xiao Wu picked it up from the side, put it in the bucket, and without saying a word, placed the bait in the water. Mu Xi then threw it into the lotus pond.
A ripple spreads across the calm, still water, looking as beautiful as fireworks exploding.
Mu Xi's gaze was level with the water's surface. The wind blew through the lotus leaves, causing them to sway slightly, and a few strands of the man's long, dark hair fell, giving him a more delicate and leisurely look.
"Muqi"
An uninvited guest, smiling and calling out to a man.
"Um"
"Fishing?"
Mu Xi remained silent; he wasn't just for show. The man seemed to realize he'd uttered something ridiculous, and couldn't help but smirk.
"Hahaha, look at the nonsense I'm spouting," the man, dressed in black, sat down on the artificial hill not far from Muxi.
"I wanted to ask you how you've been lately."
Holding his sword, Mu Feng looked down at Mu Xi, who exuded an ethereal aura. He thought that perhaps this man would ascend to immortality soon.
Every time Mu Feng looked at Mu Xi, he felt that he would become an immortal and live a life of peace and tranquility, just like the handsome man in the moon.
I'm a little jealous of his great skin.
"It's already very good," Mu Xi replied calmly, his eyes remaining fixed on the fishing rod in the lotus pond, never moving away.
"I heard you were bullied by foreigners a while ago?" Mu Feng asked with interest, his eyes darting around. As expected, Mu Xi was a capable person.
"Rumors," Mu Xi glanced at Mu Feng by the rockery with her usually indifferent expression, "What are you doing here?"
Was it really just a greeting to ask how he'd been doing lately?
"Hehe, to be frank, Mu Xi, I hope you will come to help me," Mu Feng straightened his body, his eyes fixed on the boy, burning with desire.
"I, the king, am crippled."
Mu Feng scoffed: "You could be a strategist."
That way they can wait for a resounding victory.
Muqi: "No time."
His time is precious, why would he waste it on Mu Feng? Wouldn't that be a waste?
Looking at Mu Xi, who was now only able to fish, Mu Feng rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Mu Xi, you clearly have plenty of time. You could probably fill a bucket with fish by now, so please help me out. We're the only brothers here."
Mu Xi remained silent, no longer wanting to listen to Mu Feng's nonsensical fabrications; he had never acknowledged their brotherhood.
"Cultivating one's character and temperament"
Mu Feng: "..."
Can you stop teasing me? Muxi, someone as important as you should be staying in a small country like Fengluo.
Even being bullied like this by another small country, Mu Feng couldn't help but feel that Mu Xi really couldn't find anything to do.
"Would you like one?"
Mu Xi nodded to Xiao Wu, and then Mu Feng received a fishing rod.
Mu Feng: "..."
"Since we got it, it's bound to fall together after all this time," Mu Feng said as he climbed down from the artificial hill and started falling from the pavilion.
"Muxi, if you have some free time, could you come over and lend me a hand?"
The bait was thrown into the water; I wonder if Mu Xi heard what Mu Feng said.
Muxi didn't agree, and continued fishing calmly, his eyes fixed on the water, seemingly looking at something.
Mu Feng followed the gaze and saw several turtles swimming around below.
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