Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 59 New Clothes

Mu Xici folded her cloak and raised her head, reaching out to catch a piece of icy snow.

In order to fulfill their marriage, she had to get the support of two generations of emperors, and she had to control the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, so that they would be convinced and no doubts would arise.

It's hard, but not hopeless.

As long as there is even the slightest chance of success, she is willing to fight for Sister this time.

The little girl gathered her five fingers together, and the snowflake turned into a cool drop of water in her palm.

She needs Mo Junli's help, or rather, she needs Mo Junli to be her ally and tie them together like grasshoppers on a rope.

Be an ally with highly consistent interests and mutual trust.

She is convinced that her Taoist Yishu, which is unmatched by anyone in the world, can bring him more benefits than the 17 soldiers and horses, and this is also her only bargaining chip in the game.

It's just that everything has to be considered in the long run, and she also has a long way to go.

She spread her hand, the drop of water splashed in her palm, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 22nd year of Changle, it was sunny.

There are still two days until the New Year's Eve, Mu Xiuning thought that she is a young girl from her daughter's family, so she didn't urge her to get up early to do morning exercises with him in these two days, Mu Xici, who suddenly lost her restraint, fell asleep at the right time, When she woke up, the small courtyard of Fulanxuan was already full of sunlight.

Mu Xici put on her clothes and opened the door. She always felt that Fulanxuan was too quiet today.

There was no sound of Zhan Mingxuan practicing swords in the yard, nor was there the sound of Zhan Ninglu grabbing the Lingqin to do a test. Apart from her, there seemed to be no other living person here.

It was like the National Teacher's Mansion in the previous life, without those irritating visitors, there was only a little maid in her courtyard who took care of her daily life.

She couldn't remember the name, but she only remembered telling her before leaving the mansion for the last time, if she hadn't returned by Xu Shi, she would be let out there.

How far to go.

The little girl stood at the door in a daze for a long while, the cold wind made her clear-headed for three minutes, and then she remembered that Mengsheng Building would reopen on the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the Zhan brothers and sisters should be there to help at this time.

As for Lingqin, she probably went to collect extra money for the Spring Festival.

Although Xiao Shuhua temporarily held Zhongfu in the Duke's Mansion, the old lady Fu Minjun was still alive after all. She cared about her reputation and would not mess around with money.

Mu Xici blinked and scratched his head, went back to the room and put on his clothes silently, took advantage of the opportunity to fetch water by himself, and simply washed up.

In her previous life, she was used to going to the battlefield, and she didn't have the squeamishness of a lady from an aristocratic family. In fact, if it wasn't for Lingqin's insistence on giving her all kinds of buns, and matching them with hairpins that seemed gaudy in her eyes, she would have liked it better. Straight into a neat ponytail or all in a bun.

but now.

Master Mu looked down at his claws, which had shrunk by an unknown amount, and then raised his eyes to look at his long, soft hair hanging down to his waist in the mirror——

Forget it, put it on, wait until Lingqin comes back, she can't figure it out.

Mu Xici suddenly lost her fighting spirit, and wandered to the study with a tray of snacks in her hand. Not long after, she heard the creaking sound of the courtyard door being opened, followed by the light footsteps of the girls, and several people dialogue sound.

"Miss, you and elder sister Linghua sit in the room for a while, the lady probably hasn't gotten up yet, so the servant girl will go in and call her." Mu Xici quietly pricked up her ears, her voice was clear and sweet, it was Lingqin.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you. The weather is fine today. I'll bask in the sun in the yard, so I won't go into the house." Gentle and soothing, it was her elder sister.

Why are you here?

Mu Xici was slightly startled, and hastily grabbed the cloak and ran out of the house.In the courtyard, Lingqin was busy bringing a large chair with armrests for Mu Xiyin, while Linghua was holding a black lacquered wooden box that was one foot square and three inches high with mother-of-pearl embedded in it.

"Sister!" The little girl ran all the way and slowed down only two feet in front of Mu Xiyin, "Sister, why did you come here suddenly today?"

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I made you a new dress." Mu Xiyin bent her eyes and reached out to straighten Mu Xici's slightly messy long hair, "Look at you, you ran out without combing your hair well. "

"And this cloak too." He straightened her clothes as he spoke.

"It's time to wake up, Lingqin isn't here." Mu Xici waved her arms coquettishly, "The cloak is in a hurry to see Sister, so I didn't have time to tie it."

"Blame me again?" Mu Xiyin smiled, and poked the little girl on the forehead. The latter hugged her head and giggled: "Sister, what did you just say, you made me a skirt?"

"Wait a minute." The smile on Master Mu Daguo's face froze slightly, "...why did you suddenly make me a skirt?"

"New clothes for the Chinese New Year." Mu Xiyin took it for granted, raised her arm to open the wooden box in Linghua's arms, took out the neatly folded embroidered pleated skirt, carefully shook it out, and put it in front of Mu Xici for comparison. , "This length is about the same. I'm not afraid of being a little bit longer. It's just right to grow taller later."

"It's a pity that my body is really useless, and it's really late for you to return to Beijing. There is no time left to make this skirt." Mu Xiyin caressed the skirt with downcast eyes, "Wait until next year's Chinese New Year, my sister will wear it again." Can you make a whole set for Ah Ci?"

"Sister——" Mu Xici's voice trembled, she picked up the light apricot pink skirt, and slowly touched the small smart flowers embroidered on it with her fingertips. It was when Mu Xiyin fainted in the courtyard last time, she went to Liuxia Garden to see it.

It turned out that the piece of cloth was not used to make sachet pillowcases.

It was my elder sister who embroidered and cut the dress for her.

Just for such a thing... Tiring yourself to the point of fainting?

Just for such a thing?

Mu Xici's eyes suddenly turned completely red, not only her voice, but now even her fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

"Sister, there is a permanent embroiderer in the house, so you don't have to do it yourself." The little girl slowly withdrew her hand, her knuckles turned white, "These jobs... just leave it to them. ah."

"That's different." Mu Xiyin shook her head, and suddenly stretched out her hand to gently pinch the little girl's cheek, "Other girls have dresses made by their mothers during the Chinese New Year, so naturally my Aci also has them."

"A Ci, although my mother is gone, you still have my sister." Although the embroiderers make good things, they are cold and full of craftsmanship.

Clothes made by my mother are different from those worn by my mother.

"Sister," Mu Xici carefully folded the skirt, stepped forward and hugged Mu Xiyin's arm, her long eyelashes half drooping covered her red eyes, "It's good to have you here."

It's good that she's still there.

"But I always feel that it's not good enough." Mu Xiyin lowered her head, and gently stroked the little girl's forehead with her fingers. There was a very shallow and small scar hidden under the broken hair, which was knocked out on the day she was just born. of.

His mother passed away after giving birth to Ah Ci. Mu Wenjing, who lost his wife suddenly, almost lost his mind. He almost strangled the baby who was born less than a moment ago. younger sister.

But the strength of the six-year-old frail child was too weak. After she snatched Aci, she couldn't stand still. When she fell, the baby's forehead touched the hairpin on her temple, and a thin mouth opened immediately. .

Later, the bleeding stopped, but it also left a scar that would last a lifetime.

That was the greatest pain in her heart in this life.

　Nine out of ten times when I write about my sister, it makes me cry.
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