Chapter 21 I'm sorry to make Mr. Mu laugh
When Yu Qinghuan was led to the yard by the servants, Mu Huaian had been waiting for a long time.
She found that the places she passed by were all kept clean and tidy, and were not at all as desolate and messy as she had seen when she came here before.
She followed him into the yard she had visited once that day. The yard was also clean, with no trace of the fallen leaves that had covered the ground before.
Mu Huaian was leaning on the rattan tea couch in the yard, reading a book in his hand. A pine charcoal fire was crackling in the small red clay stove next to him, and the boiling water was jumping against the celadon lid, with wisps of mist rising.
As he walked into the courtyard, he heard footsteps. Mu Huaian looked up and saw a figure getting closer and closer, so he put down the book in his hand.
When Yu Qinghuan walked to the tea couch, the wind was blowing, and the fragrance of tea mixed with the smell of pine smoke blew to her temples, refreshing her mind.
Mu Huaian's gaze finally fell on her clearly, his voice and expression still as gentle as when he met her that day, "Miss Yu, please sit down."
Yu Qinghuan then sat down on the other side of the tea couch, and only then was she able to take a look at Mu Huaian today.
He was still dressed in white, looking just like the elegant young man often described in storybooks.
She couldn't help but look at the half of Mu Huaian's face covered by the mask. If nothing unexpected happened, this person should be serving as an official in the court now. His family background and talent are extraordinary. In a few years, he will become a famous official in the court.
Unfortunately, such a person had his career cut short because of this half of his face, and even his marriage, which was supposed to be a match made in heaven, was broken.
She couldn't even imagine how Mu Huaian accepted all this...
Yu Qinghuan was just thinking when Mu Huaian's voice rang in her ears, "Miss Yu looks very good today."
Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Maybe I've been eating well these days."
Only branches were left of the trees in the yard, and there were no flowers or plants. However, Yu Qinghuan's smile seemed to add some dazzling color to the desolate yard, so much so that Mu Huaian also smiled.
His waist, casually tied by a belt, leaned forward slightly, and he scooped up the boiling tea with a long copper-handled ladle in his hand and poured it into the cup.
Yu Qinghuan's gaze followed his movements and fell on the cup of tea.
After a while, Mu Huaian pushed the white cup in front of Yu Qinghuan. He smiled slightly and asked, "Try it?"
Yu Qinghuan: "Thank you very much."
She picked up the cup, lowered her eyes and stared at the tender buds floating on the surface of the tea. The tips of her ears were slightly red from the steaming heat. She smelled the fragrance and felt that the taste was a bit like Mu Huaian in front of her.
She subconsciously raised her eyes, but was caught off guard by Mu Huaian's raised eyes - under the dark blue eyelashes, the pupils were like black jade soaked in hot spring water, reflecting her dazed look.
She immediately lowered her eyes and carefully smelled the tea in the cup.
Seeing her sniffing the tea in the cup again and again, Mu Huaian explained, "It's not a precious tea. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Miss Yu."
Yu Qinghuan shook her head. "I don't usually drink any expensive tea. This is already excellent."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of Mu Huaian flipping through the pages of a book and the sound of tea boiling for the second time on the stove.
The teacup felt slightly warm in her palm. She raised her eyes quietly while drinking tea and looked at the young master in front of her again. His Adam's apple slid lightly between the loose and overlapping collar, and the drooping hair brushed the wrist holding the scroll. His cold white skin was made even clearer by the autumn light.
Yu Qinghuan's gaze followed the wrist bone. The jade-like fingers were indescribably beautiful. She stared at them, her mind drifting away...
After a while, the sudden sound of the book spine closing startled Yu Qinghuan, causing him to cough and the tea stains left dark marks on his sleeves.
Sang Ru, who was standing by, was about to hand over the handkerchief, but she was a step too late. She saw Young Master Mu's wide, white silk sleeves sweep across the table, and his hand holding the handkerchief stopped in mid-air. She silently put the handkerchief back.
Yu Qinghuan subconsciously reached out to take the handkerchief. The moment her fingertips crossed, she felt a broad palm, which was obviously not a woman's hand.
Sensing something was wrong, she looked up and met Mu Huaian's gaze, only to realize that the handkerchief was not handed to her by Sang Ru.
Realizing this, she immediately retracted her hand.
Mu Huaian paused slightly, as if he didn't expect that the handkerchief he handed out with good intentions would touch Yu Qinghuan's hand. He hesitated for a moment, put the handkerchief next to the other person's hand, picked up the book next to him and continued reading.
Just pretend that what happened just now never happened, so as not to embarrass Yu Qinghuan.
Looking at the handkerchief handed over by Mu Huaian, Yu Qinghuan inexplicably thought of the day in the Marquis' Mansion when she dropped her handkerchief and Xie Zhili picked it up and handed it to her.
At that time, I deliberately provoked him in order to get Xie Zhili to agree to lend me his seed.
But today... I swear to God, I really didn't mean that.
The tea on the stove boiled for the third time, steaming her toes slightly numb inside her embroidered shoes.
Sang Ru on the side was puzzled. Young Master Mu was handsome, but his wife was no less attractive. Why did she keep staring at him?
Yu Qinghuan didn't use Mu Huaian's handkerchief after all. Instead, she signaled Sang Ru to come forward and use her own handkerchief. To avoid embarrassment, she took the initiative to bring up the topic:
"Mr. Mu, where is the piano score you mentioned in your post?"
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it." Mu Huaian smiled faintly and took out a thin piano score from the books placed next to him and handed it to Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan took the music score and looked through it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. This score... is his!
The teacher who taught her to play the piano at Yu Mansion passed away due to illness. Before leaving, he left the piano score to her, asking her to practice often and not to neglect her piano skills.
However, before she had time to think it over carefully, the music score was snatched away by Yu Zhilan. Because of her stepmother's protection and her father's inaction, she was unable to get the music score back in the end.
The familiar past events brought back Yu Qinghuan's memories. She clutched the music score tightly, her eyes sore.
"I wonder where Master Mu got this music sheet?"
Seeing that Yu Qinghuan looked a little strange, as if it was because of the music sheet, Mu Huaian explained, "Someone in the mansion found it, so I don't know anything about it."
Yu Qinghuan couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they fell onto the music sheet. She quickly pulled up her sleeves to wipe them away.
Mu Huaian looked puzzled.
Yu Qinghuan pulled the corner of his mouth and explained to Mu Huaian in front of him, "I was thinking of some things from the past. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master Mu."
Mu Huaian was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "Miss, do you recognize this music score?"
Yu Qinghuan nodded slowly, meeting Mu Huaian's inquiring gaze. "This was left to me by my mentor before he passed away. Later, my younger sister accidentally lost it and never found it again. I never thought I would see it here again today."
Sang Ru, who was standing by, was surprised. She looked closely at the music score in Yu Qinghuan's hand. She couldn't tell if it was that score, but she remembered it.
At that time, the lady, who was still a girl in the boudoir, wanted to get the music score back and had an argument with the second young lady. In the end, she not only did not get the music score back, but was also punished by the master to kneel in the ancestral hall.
It was from that time that the lady completely gave up on the Yu family.
Mu Huaian picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. He had originally wanted to invite her to play the piano today, but he never expected that it would bring back her past and make her upset.
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