Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Yu Heng withdrew from the door, still in a daze. The western part of Guangdong was facing the southwest, the terrain was mostly plateau and mountainous, although there were plenty of rivers and streams, but the river was narrow and swift. No matter how great one could be, it would be difficult for one to sail upstream and enter the western part of Guangdong.

If they took the water route, they probably wouldn't be able to return for the rest of their lives.

On the second day, Yue Wang covered his arms and went to court, saying that he had accidentally hurt himself while training in the sword yesterday, and that he would need at least half a month to recover. However, there was no one in the west of Cantonese, so he could not be at ease.

The Emperor of Yue had never regarded King Yue as anything before, and his fief was located in the bitter cold of the western border of Guangdong Province. Hearing his request, King Yue returned to his fief, but before he could even finish speaking, he nodded his head and agreed. Yu Heng sighed to himself as he boarded the boat heading towards Jiangnan. He first rushed to Jiangnan on the boat, then rode back to Yuexi on a horse from Jiangnan. This would allow him to travel for at least another half a month to recover from the injury on his arm.

It was a strange injury.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, it was the Day of Begging.

Just when Mu Yunyao stood up, she saw Su Qing walk into the room and place a seven-colored rope with a jade ring on her neck.

When they were going down the hill, Su Qing noticed that the red rope around Mu Yunyao's neck was gone. Because she was born prematurely and had a frail body, she had heard the village's old man say that using a red rope to pierce through jade could suppress a person's soul, so she hung that red line. She didn't know if it really worked or not, but ever since the full moon, she had been sick more often than not.

He was completely safe.

When she first discovered that the red rope was missing, Su Qing was still worried for many days in her heart. Afraid that without the red rope, Mu Yunyao's body would start to turn worse.

Today, on the Day of Begging, there was a custom of bringing seven-colored silk threads. It was just the right time to hang another thread for her, regardless of whether it was useful or not, just to have peace of mind.

Mu Yunyao giggled as she hid the seven-colored silk rope inside her clothes. She walked up and hugged Su Qing affectionately for a while before happily putting on her clothes. After washing up, she tidied up and accompanied her to eat.

The dinner was to be held in the evening and would be held until the evening. Therefore, Mu Yunyao planned to spend the morning at the Nebula Market. Originally, she had given the ten female disciples a leave of absence to go home, but there were six of them who had no home to return to, so she followed her to the shop to take care of things.

Nebula Workshop was located next to the Gale Tower. At the moment, the two sides of the street were bustling with noise and excitement, welcoming the colorful banners and the stream of people coming and going at the Beggar Festival.

Mu Yunyao turned around and saw that there was an empty spot on the west wall. She got Jin Lan to bring a brush and ink over, "Since today is Begging Day, let's hang some things for the occasion."

After she finished speaking, she thought for a moment before writing, "The Returning Wind Immortal, Yu Yun, has opened up a fan. The moon has fallen into the galaxy. On the pillow, the dreamy soul startled, the dawn eaves sparse rain. Even though they met briefly, it was difficult for them to grow old together. In the end, I am not envious of the human world, and the days of the human world are like the years. "

Jin Rou was able to read. As she read Mu Yunyao's handwriting, she softly recited it. However, after reading it carefully, she discovered that this calligraphy felt awkward no matter how she looked at it.

Looking at the finished product on the paper, Mu Yunyao was extremely satisfied. As she turned around and saw the strange expression on Jin Lan's face, she couldn't help but chuckle. "What's going on? Is my calligraphy bad? "

"No, the lady's words are majestic and hard to come by among women. There is nothing to say about her."

Mu Yunyao naturally guessed the reason behind Jin Lan's strange expression. However, she was in a good mood today, so she couldn't help but have some playful thoughts. "Since the words aren't good, then is it because the poetry selection isn't good?"

"That's not true either. The artistic conception of a poem and poem is intertwined together to express the feelings of yearning and living like a year. They are also excellent."

"Since both of you are fine, then why do you have such a strange expression on your faces?"

Jin Lan's face turned bitter. "Miss's calligraphy is good, and her poems are good as well. However, when you match these words with her poems, it's hard to avoid them feeling that they don't match."

It would be weird if anyone thought that a melodious poem describing a beggar's festival, when paired with the cold and hard characters filled with killing intent, would make people feel that it was good!

Mu Yunyao couldn't help but laugh in a low voice, "I actually think it's extremely good. In a while, we'll get someone to frame it and hang it on the wall. If you look at it more, perhaps you'll be able to discover the beauty within."

Beginning with the legend of love between the Cowherd and the Weaver girl, love, especially in the big families, is just killing every step of the way. Whoever believes in love is destined to become the one who is sacrificed!

Mu Yunyao handed the completed poem to the six to find someone to frame it and then headed to the second floor. She also called for the two sisters, Jin Lan and Jin Qiao.

Mu Yunyao quietly sat there. Although she was still young and slender and petite, the imposing manner around her was not to be underestimated, "Jinlan, Jinqiao, out of the ten female disciples, the two of you have the best culinary skills and the most transparent personality. I believe you've already seen through quite a few things in the past few days, right?"

Jinlan and Jinqiao were twin sisters. Although they were the same mother, their appearances and personalities were completely different. Jin Lan had a quiet personality, and was very careful when doing things, but Jin Shi was even more lively. Hearing Mu Yunyao's question, the two sisters looked at each other, slightly perturbed.

After a moment of hesitation, Jin Lan went forward to kneel in front of Mu Yunyao, "Miss, what do you want to ask? The two of us will definitely talk. "

"Then answer my question. What have you all seen in all this time?" In reply to Miss's words, Jinqiao and I were both sold to people by our parents. Fortunately, we were chosen by Lady Jin, so we were able to avoid all the suffering. We were also taught embroidery techniques by Lady Jin, which allowed us to settle down and to naturally feel grateful to Lady Jin and Lady Jin.

"De." Jin Lan only expressed the thoughts in her heart, but indirectly didn't answer Mu Yunyao's question. Mu Yunyao rather admired her cautious personality, "Since you said that, then I'll give you two choices. One, go back and follow Lady Jin. Second, follow me and help me take care of the neon shop. I'll teach you something even better …

"How do you choose embroidery techniques?"

"Elder sister?" Ch'iao, who was behind her, gently tugged at her sleeve and reminded her.

Jin Lan struggled for a moment before she suddenly pulled Jin Qiao to kneel and kowtow to Mu Yunyao. "This servant greets Miss." Mu Yunyao's eyes flashed with a smile, "Why did you two choose me?"

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