I was the best old lady in ancient times

Mu Linghua didn't expect that Mrs. Ning would explain it like this.

Thinking of what I said before, it seemed that the other party was more open and aboveboard.

As for himself, he seems to be a bit of a villain with a gentleman's heart.

The cheeks that were already flushed became even more red.

Even the defensive mind has been reduced a lot.

"I'm sorry, old madam, the younger generation also made mistakes before, and shouldn't just be suspicious without knowing the inside story."

Speaking of this, he bowed his head in shame.

In fact, speaking of the matter between Ning Yongpeng and her, if he hadn't speculated about this old Mrs. Ning with nonsense, the other party would not have pushed her for no reason.

"It's nothing, just talk about it."

Ning Pengpeng saw that the little girl was not unreasonable, so naturally she would not be aggressive.

Not to mention, she just wanted to befriend this Miss Mu.

One has a heart, and the other feels guilty. The two sides were defensive and alienated from the beginning. When they arrived at the foot of Crescent Moon Mountain, the two got out of the carriage and held hands. They were already very affectionate.

People who don't know think this is the grandparents and grandchildren!

Mu Qingcheng looked at it, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

After all, when he was in the capital, his niece was not as close as his mother.

"uncle."

"Mr. Qingcheng."

The old and the young walked over with smiles, and nodded to Mu Qingcheng who just got off the mule cart with a ghostly expression on his face.

Mu Qingcheng put away that damn expression, and then took a deep look at Ning Pengpeng.

Unexpectedly, this lady's ability is so great, but he underestimated it.

However, when he was talking with Ning Yongpeng on the way from the city just now, he was very surprised.

After all, Ning Yongpeng is not an old fox like Ning Pengpeng, who should say what he should and should not say, and only talk about court affairs.

Ning Yongpeng has nothing to hide about his own affairs.

After all, even if he didn't say anything, if Mr. Qingcheng wanted to know, he would definitely find out, so why lie?

Therefore, under Mu Qingcheng's intentional or unintentional questioning, Ning Yongpeng explained everything about his family.

Knowing that Ning Yongpeng was born in a peasant family, it is not easy to achieve such achievements.

It did make Mu Qingcheng feel a little pity for his talents, but he didn't show this thought in front of Ning Yongpeng.

Ning Yongpeng only felt that talking to Mr. Qingcheng was better than ten years of reading.

Arriving at the foot of Crescent Moon Mountain, after getting off the mule cart, he also bowed to Mu Qingcheng as a junior, respectfully helping him down.

He never expected that his grandmother would have such a close relationship with Miss Namu.

Seeing Miss Mu actually helping her grandmother to come over, Ning Yongpeng's face flashed a look of astonishment.

However, he quickly restrained himself and saluted Ning Pengpeng and Mu Linghua respectfully.

"Grandmother, Miss Mu."

"Ma'am, we've reached the foot of the mountain. Ling Hua and I have other things to do, so we won't play with you."

"Uncle, I told Madam Ning just now, let's go up the mountain together!"

Mu Linghua let go of Ning Pengpeng's hand, stepped forward, tugged at Mu Qingcheng's sleeve and said coquettishly.

The corner of Mu Qingcheng's mouth twitched, it seemed that his niece didn't have a good impression of the grandparent and grandson yesterday, right?

"No, we're going this time, it's not clear whether we can meet anyone.

How can I let others accompany me, and we will be shut down together when the time comes? "

Although Mu Qingcheng was surprised by the change in his niece's attitude, he didn't want to change the decision he made.

After all, what he said was also true.

The Ning family came to Crescent Moon Mountain, if they didn't meet by chance, then they came here to play.

At that time, follow them to have a closed door, and have a good mood to play, and naturally you may lose completely.

It's better to separate here and act independently.

"Mr. Qingcheng, what you said is wrong.

Although we are new acquaintances, whether it's you and my grandson, or me and Miss Mu, we hit it off right away.

Now that we have arrived at Crescent Moon Mountain, there is no reason to separate.

If you are rejected, wouldn't it be too boring to have us as your company?

Brother Peng, hurry up and help Mr. Qingcheng up the mountain! "

Ning Pengpeng finished talking to Mu Qingcheng with a smile, and then told Ning Yongpeng.

Treating Mu Qingcheng like Mr. Ning Yongpeng, it can be said that his posture is very low.

This made Mu Qingcheng feel much better about the grandparents of the Ning family. After pondering for a moment, he thought that he might not be able to meet someone this time.

So, I nodded and agreed.

Ning Yongkang saw his grandmother walking with that girl Mu, who was disguised as a man, and his second brother walking with Mr. Qingcheng.

He walked impatiently and slowly, leaving a few guards behind his grandmother and second brother, and ran up the mountain quickly by himself.

This Crescent Mountain is also considered a strange mountain, especially when you reach the top of the mountain, you can see the beautiful scenery of the crescent peak and the distant mountains.

Looking at it, the feeling of seeing all the mountains and small mountains wells up in my heart.

It's just that Ning Youkang's knowledge is not as good as Ning Yongpeng's, it's not that he doesn't know how to recite poems.

Therefore, after he ran to the top of the mountain alone, he felt very excited about poetry. Facing the beautiful scenery in the distance, he couldn't help but chant a poem aloud.

Just when Ning Youkang's stinky fart was important, he felt that the poem he composed suddenly was really a rare masterpiece.

Then I heard someone laugh out loud from a tree on the crescent moon mountain peak.

"who?

You hide your head and show your tail, why don't you let me out? "

Although Ning Yongkang felt that the poems he recited were good, it didn't mean he wanted others to know and laugh at him.

After all, he was very clear about how much he weighed.

But the laughter just now obviously didn't mean that the poem he sang was a good poem. Thinking of this, Ning Yongkang couldn't help turning black, so the words of reprimand were also very fierce.

Seeing his fierce appearance, the man hiding in the tree raised his eyebrows and jumped down from the tree with a swish.

That tree was not considered short, seeing the other party jumping down from such a high place gave Ning Yongkang a big jump.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the other party stood still, and then looked at the other party carefully.

He wanted to see who was so closed-eyed and dared to laugh at his poems.

I saw a red-faced old man wearing brown linen, at most five feet tall, staring at him sideways, with a look of disdain on his face.

The old man's clothes are average, and the top of his head is still a bit messy. His gray hair is only held in disorder by a wooden hairpin.

There is also a big gourd pinned to his waist, and with his rosy nose, he knows that he is a drinker.

Coupled with the fact that his face was so red, he must have drunk a lot of wine.

Thinking of this, Ning Yongkang couldn't help but looked at the tree that the little old man jumped off just now, and couldn't help but be speechless.

This little old man drank so much wine early in the morning, climbed to such a high tree, and then jumped down rashly, he was not afraid of falling to his death.

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