The old Marquis nodded:
"Yes! We found them in the trash cans. There were four trash cans, and you were each sitting in one at the time!"
The little dumpling was sucking on its hand and laughing heartily at Mu Jinnian.
Mu Jinnian rubbed her face and said in a fierce tone, "You little rascal, I'll make you go to school every day and won't let you ask for leave to go out and play."
The little dumpling hugged Mu Tingzheng's neck tightly and said softly, "Hmph! With Daddy here, he'll definitely let me ask for leave."
Upon hearing that he was taking leave, Mu Tingzheng immediately transformed into a strict father.
"You can't ask for leave from school!"
"Father will choose a suitable academy for you in the next few days, and you and Xiu'er will enroll together."
Mu Yanxiu is five years old this year. She should have started school at the age of four.
But she made a huge fuss and refused to go no matter what, and Bai Mengyun spoiled her too much and let her have her way, which is why it dragged on for a year.
Anyway, Mu Tingzheng had already made up his mind that he would make sure Mu Yanxiu went to school this year no matter what. If she didn't want to, he would tie her up and send her there.
The little dumpling and Mu Yanxiu exchanged a glance, both of them drooping their lips in a bitter smile.
The two of them silently thought to themselves:
Sigh, it looks like I'm in for a tough time going to school from now on.
Mu Ting was carrying the little dumpling into the study.
The little dumpling sat on the table, playing with her father's calligraphy brush.
She watched as her father unfolded the Xuan paper and began to write with flowing strokes of ink.
The little dumpling chewed on the pen, its eyes following the movement of the pen tip in its father's hand.
In no time at all, a piece of calligraphy, both domineering and unrestrained, was completed.
The little dumpling has already learned the Thousand Character Classic and can vaguely recognize a few characters on the paper.
But Daddy wrote in cursive script, and the little dumpling couldn't understand the characters when they were all piled together.
"Father, what does this say?"
The little dumpling put down the brush, picked up the paper, and looked it over from top to bottom.
"A secret letter for your aunt." Mu Ting took the paper and sealed it in a brocade pouch.
He called out, and Fan Hai quickly entered the room.
"Master!" Fan Hai clasped his hands in a respectful salute.
“Princess Zhaochun of the Tianlang Kingdom, deliver it as soon as possible.”
Mu Ting was handing the brocade pouch to Fan Hai.
Fan Hai: "Yes!"
After saying that, he stuffed the brocade pouch into the inner lining of his chest.
"Goodbye, Brother Fanhai..." The little dumpling hadn't finished saying to Fanhai.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Hai had already run out and disappeared.
All that remained was his cold, curt "Hmm!"
Among the Mu family's secret guards, Mu Tingzheng admires Fan Hai the most.
Fan Hai was a child he picked up from a pile of corpses, and he raised him himself.
Mu Tingzheng highly values Fan Hai's abilities; whatever he is given to Fan Hai, he has never failed.
night.
Inside the palace of the Queen Mother of the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom.
The arched roof is inlaid with colorful glass fragments, which, illuminated by candlelight, resemble a beautiful, seven-colored galaxy.
Under the colorful light refracted by the glass, a woman is lounging lazily on a silver fox fur chaise lounge.
Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her slender fingers tapped the table one tap at a time, following the music played by the musician in front of her.
Just as the music reached its most intense part, a string on the musician's erhu snapped, producing a piercing cracking sound.
The musician's pupils constricted instantly, and he knelt down, clutching his instrument. A thin layer of sweat covered his back, and he said in utter terror:
"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, please spare my life, Mother Empress, please spare my life!"
The slender fingers stopped immediately, and the woman slowly opened her eyes.
Those were fox-like eyes, and it was these eyes that added a unique charm to the woman's otherwise ordinary appearance.
"Get up," the woman said, her voice as languid and carefree as a cat's.
"Look how scared you are, like I'm going to eat you up."
The woman propped her head up and looked at the musician in front of her.
The musician remained kneeling on the ground, his fear undiminished by the woman's words.
The woman's maid glanced at her, then stepped forward to help the musician up and gave him a piece of gold.
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