Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 479

Mu Xici only saw off Mu Shiyao at noon, and received a letter from Xuetuan after the meal.

The round and plump pigeon was bouncing and flapping its wings on the table in the study. The white hair all over its body fluctuated with its movements, and it looked like a ball of dancing snow from a distance.

The little girl took out the inch-wide note hidden in the letter box, and casually rubbed the plain feathers on the back of the carrier pigeon. The simple and crude method of reversing hair and masturbation raised strong condemnation and deep protest.

"Calm down, I will drag you out to stew if you continue to torment." Master Mu lowered his head and grinned at the pigeon, and Xue Tuan immediately closed his mouth obediently, and with a light "goo" he searched for it with his shaggy hair. Set up a table corner and squat down.

Tsk, that's about the same.

Mu Xici leisurely raised her eyebrows, quite satisfied with the perceptive performance of a certain fat pigeon, she smoothed the fine hair on the top of Xue Tuan's head as if to appease, and then lowered her head to study the letter carefully.

The first thing to come in, as usual, is a lot of nonsense that she doesn't even bother to read.

She has told Mo Junli about this question a few years ago, but this cowardly and talkative dog doesn't have a long memory. Occasionally, once or twice, she remembers to write down the business first, and then writes down the business again. Returned to the original.

At the beginning, Master Mu would discuss with him carefully, but later she was too lazy to care about it. Today, she has long been used to spreading out a note of three lines, and the pile of useless nonsense he wrote is actually not very effective. It affected her.

Although... this word is still so small that it makes people's brains tense and their brains swell.

The little girl pressed the center of her eyebrows in a sense of loss, stared at the note seriously for a while, and suddenly a gleam of blankness flashed across her face——

His Majesty invited the "Taoist to live in vain" tomorrow morning to enter the palace for a brief talk.

Tomorrow, or morning? ?

Didn't she just promise yesterday that she could find a chance to meet His Majesty? Didn't that old man Mo Junli also say that he just entered the palace today to report the matter?
Why, he entered the palace this morning, and the meeting time was set at noon?

Just settled down so easily and hastily? ?
Hiss~ This is a big deal.

Mu Xici gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and meditated for a moment, and then quietly tore out a strip of rice paper that was inch wide—looking at this moment, she was always in doubt, and she had to ask A Yan, Just make sure he didn't make a typo.

Master Mu, who had finished writing the reply letter, sighed silently. While waiting for the ink on the paper to dry, she conveniently helped Xuetuan smooth out the bird feathers on its body that had been blown by her earlier.

However, human hands can't match the bird's beak. After she went down these two times, the white hair on the fat pigeon's back was not smooth, but it was even more blown up than before.

A pigeon so fat that it was injured by the snow ball ran to the corner of the wall to groom itself, whimpering.

Hey... the bird is not big, there are quite a lot of things, and it knows how to be beautiful.

The little girl withdrew her hand, and pulled off the two hairs stuffed under her nails without any trace—she accidentally used a little too much force when smoothing the pigeons just now, and one of them accidentally pulled them off without paying attention. Two pigeon feathers.

She posted four (I'm not mistaken), she really didn't mean it.

Mu Xici rubbed his nose and looked at the sky, waiting for the ink marks on the paper to dry quickly, and Xue Tuan just smoothed out its white hair.

She hastily put the note in a tube and sealed it, and said a few soft words to Xuetuan in a warm voice, seeing that it no longer struggled with Mao Mao and having a temper, she changed hands and sent it out of Fulanxuan through the window.

After seeing off the snow group, Master Mu stayed in the study and read the books on the art of war again. Seeing sleepiness rising, he simply went to the room to take a rest.

Unexpectedly, less than half a moment after she lay down, before she closed her eyes, there was a small knocking sound outside the window. The little girl raised her eyes in response, but saw a slender black line reflected from top to bottom on the translucent window paper. film.

... What disease did this old man suffer from again today? No, he wasn't trapped by the Xuanzhong formation this time?
In an instant, countless strange questions flashed through Mu Xici's little head. After she got up and tidied her clothes, she reluctantly opened the window, and she was met with the boy's upside down ponytail.

"You are pretending to be a ghost here at noon." Mu Da Guoshi covered his lips and yawned, with tears in his eyes lazily, "Is there anything you can't send me a note?"

"Why are you doing well today, and you're not trapped by that formation?"

"This is not entering the palace in the morning. I went to the waterside pavilion at noon. When the snow group arrived, I was about to go back. I was too lazy to write. I also took the left and right, so I just ran here." The young man bent his eyes, "I can still see look at you."

"As for the formation, you haven't changed the formation. My memory is pretty good. I haven't forgotten the birth gate you pointed out last night—" Mo Junli smiled playfully hanging outside the window, "This is purely a blind cat. Dead mouse, we met."

"Well, it's still my mistake to say so, wait, I'll change the formation later." Mu Xici nodded solemnly, then tiptoed to poke the boy's forehead, "You don't feel tired talking here, come down. "

"That can't be done, it's broad daylight—" Mo Junli stared and said solemnly, "I ran down and squatted outside your boudoir window in broad daylight, it looked too strange."

"If outsiders watch it and spread some unreasonable gossip, it won't be fun."

"Isn't it strange that you hang on the roof of my boudoir in broad daylight?" Master Mu wrinkled his face, "Why do I think it's better to squat."

At least it looks like a human being while squatting, but it's almost...

If she hadn't been a sorcerer who wasn't afraid of ghosts, ordinary people would have thought she had stumbled upon ghosts in the daytime—or an unlucky hangman!
After hearing this, the young man opened his mouth in confusion, and thought about it for a while... It seemed that he really couldn't think of a way to refute her words.

"Then...how about I go to your study?" Mo Junli stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "Where is your study?"

"You go around two more windows to the north." Mu Xici pointed to the north with a complicated expression. She felt that the old guy she was blindly looking at might be a little idiot.

As long as he is a little more normal, can he do such a stupid thing like hanging upside down outside a window during the day?

"Okay, let's see you in the study." The young man nodded, and then disappeared with a "whoosh".

For a moment, Master Mu couldn't figure out whether he was staring upside down at the window and crawling all the way across, or squatting on the roof and slowly counting the wattage.

However, I want to rely on the unreliable temperament of this old thing.

The little girl's breathing was suddenly suffocated.

He probably... crawled over while staring at the window.

After all, he doesn't seem to have the ability to find the second life door.

The dignified prince of a country...

Forget it.

Mu Xici covered her face with her forehead - what kind of a serious prince is this ghost! !

　the sofa must be mine
　　
　
(End of this chapter)