"...Why are you crying?"
Nan Zhi pursed her lips and remained silent.
Write it down for me.
Mu Yao took the initiative to extend his hand.
Nanzhi looked at his long, broad palm, but hesitated to write anything on it.
She forced a smile and shook her head at him.
Since she wouldn't say, perhaps it's some secret she can't reveal.
Although Mu Yao didn't like seeing her cry, he couldn't bring himself to interfere anymore.
He couldn't coax her, so he could only threaten her coldly: "Don't cry, or I'll throw you out if you keep making noise while I'm about to go to sleep."
Nanzhi nodded vigorously and wiped away her tears.
Mu Yao lay back down only after seeing that she had really stopped crying.
Upon seeing Mu Yao and Xu He, Nan Zhi stopped playing her flute and bowed to them from outside the pavilion.
Ugh, I'm so mad!
The Seventh Madam showed no fear: "Of course you know what you can do, but why does your sister-in-law always want to get rid of you? Does she also want to follow the old general's last words?"
Xuan paper and writing brushes were placed under the table.
Mu Yao blushed and wrote two words on the paper: "Thank you."
As Bao Ai retreated from the bamboo grove, he saw a pond with abundant lotus flowers, dragonflies skimming the surface, and ripples spreading across its surface.
When Xu He saw you, he was somewhat dazed.
Bao Ai smiled slightly at you and mouthed each word clearly, "You know, he, and, Mu, Yang, of, secrets."
As I closed the door, I couldn't help but glance up. When I saw Mu Yao looking at me with sorrowful eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
You almost twisted your ankle. Xu He instinctively reached out to help you, but you were still standing, keeping a distance of eight steps from me.
"A crane soars down from the clear sky, its flight inspiring poetic thoughts that reach the heavens. That's the origin of your name. Could you please tell me the name of this young lady?"
I sat outside the pavilion drinking. My natural martial arts skills gave me amazing hearing, and I could hear everything that was happening inside the house.
Bao Aipiao smiled, "You're so tired all the time, going out to play is a good way to recover."
Xu He got into the car first, and I looked at Mu Yao who followed me out. I reached out my hand to you, gesturing for you to help me up.
Today, Mu Yao wore a light blue gauze dress, her makeup was clean, and her whole demeanor was very gentle.
Jingmo cried out in pain and raised her hand to hit Nanzhi, but Nanzhi kicked her to the ground.
You glanced inside, afraid that others would find out.
Silently, he looked at Nanzhi in disbelief.
That mute guy usually keeps quiet, but I never imagined he would dare to threaten you like that in private.
Looking at your grandson playing at the door, you reach out your hand, "Hao'er, come here and let Grandma give you a hug."
The Mu family will be yours sooner or later.
Knowing that Nan Zhi was not asleep, he said, "Pack your things, and when I get back, we'll head out to see Xu Heyi."
You glanced at the departing carriage, your eyes filled with calculation.
Mu Yao and Bao Ai's relationship seems to be getting worse and worse; you absolutely allow that kind of thing to exist.
The flute player must be a very magnanimous person; the flute music is melodious, and every note is full of vitality.
As soon as Nanzhi came out, she led the two of them into the house and poured tea for us.
Silently and reluctantly, she dressed and styled Nanzhi's hair, deliberately using force while combing it, causing Nanzhi's scalp to ache.
There wasn't a single large house outside the bamboo grove.
Silently, he understood, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
The two people who came had a pleasant conversation.
In the past month or so, Mu Yao has gained a lot of weight. His face is round and his lips are slightly parted. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle up, and his eyes seem to hold countless stars and a small sea.
You smiled again when you thought about how Mu Yao had taken the cold medicine and was now unable to conceive.
The Seventh Madam knew you were making veiled accusations, and her face turned pale with anger.
Mentioning the old general, Bao Aipiao could only sulk inwardly. You gave her a warm glance, too lazy to waste any more words, and turned away.
Knowing that Xu He was going to take Mu Yao out for a trip, Nan Zhichao specially saw him off.
You lowered your voice and whispered in Mu Yao's ear, "Big mute, he's dead. You'll find a way to kill him."
Going on a trip together can enhance a couple's relationship.
Xu Hebing hadn't gone far inside.
"Greetings, General and Madam."
When I heard Mu Yao laugh heavily, as if he were very surprised, I suddenly squeezed the wine glass with all my might, and it shattered.
Your son is really something, having given birth to such a chubby little grandson.
I swear in silence that I will definitely kill you.
Before taking a sip of tea, Bao Ai said, "Let them get to know each other better; I'm just disturbing them."
The next morning, Mu Yao went for his morning exercise.
Looking at your calligraphy, which exudes a bold and unrestrained spirit, Nan Zhi couldn't help but repeatedly praise, "Bad poem, bad name, bad calligraphy."
The Seventh Madam chimed in sarcastically, "Why do you think that Madam Duo is so petite and fertile?"
Bao Ai nodded and smiled at me, and without asking for my help, jumped onto the carriage by herself.
Nanzhi nodded.
Bao Ai was not aware of the situation at the moment. I met with Bao Ai after a delay. Nan Zhi originally rejected Xu He's actions, but Xu He praised you so highly, and Nan Zhi is a person who is bound by ethics and morality, so she wanted to meet him again.
No matter how Jingmo treated Nanzhi, Nanzhi never resisted.
You paused for a moment, then raised the round fan in your hand and said with a sinister smile, "That's for sure. After all, it's said that the more innocent a man looks, the more unpredictable his actions are."
Nan Zhi glanced at you and said, "He's the worst. If you find out he's causing trouble behind your back, he'll definitely be sent to the General's Mansion."
Xu He's eyes darkened slightly.
That's a bad thing.
A woman dressed in a blue robe embroidered with flying cranes stood in the pavilion, holding a flute, and the music was played by me.
[My peaceful dream last night was shattered; it must be the passing of Mu Yao.]
With that, he got up and walked out.
The carriage drove along familiar streets, and eventually, it left the city and stopped in a quiet bamboo grove in the suburbs.
Seeing Xu He help Mu Yao down from the carriage, Nan Zhichao smiled so much that the wrinkles around her eyes disappeared.
"Little mute, he's tired of living!"
"Hey, how dare you pull my hair!"
After Mu Yao left, Jingmo came in.
But this time, as soon as she hurt Nanzhi, Nanzhi stood up and yanked her hair hard.
Bao Ai smiled and said, "You're really looking forward to it."
Mu Yao picked up his pen and wrote a sentence on the paper—
The two of them remained silent, lying awake all night until dawn.
Nan Zhichao's expression immediately changed. Looking at the seventh madam, who was over eighty years old and still had a foxy look on her face, he said with a sneer, "At most, Madam Duoduo is a man who upholds male virtues, so she will seduce women everywhere. What do you say, sister-in-law?"
As soon as I got close, I heard a distant, melodious flute tune.
As the Seventh Madam watched you leave, a warm smile appeared in her eyes.
I consider myself a gentleman, and even though Xu He hadn't informed me yet, I still stared at Mu Yao rather impolitely.
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