C46 Stubble Finding

As the people behind Mu Zhihuan became clearer, Yang Qiuyu's expression became more and more unsightly.

"Your Highness!"

Yang Qiuyu's knees went weak and she kneeled on the ground, "My concubine …" "I didn't mean it that way, Your Highness …" "I just wanted to take care of elder sister for you. After all, she just left the manor yesterday night after accepting the favor. But elder sister's body is too weak …"

Mu Zhihuan looked down at Yang Qiuyu with a cold gaze. Her eyes were truly full of skill points.

"Alright, get up." Jiang Zisu frowned slightly and went forward to hold Yang Qiuyu's hand.

"I heard that you and Mu Zhihuan were arguing at the door, so I came over to take a look. I know you have no bad intentions."

Although Jiang Zisu was talking to Yang Qiuyu, he was looking at Mu Zhihuan with disdain.

He had purposely chosen an hour earlier than him to leave the mansion to quarrel here.

Without even thinking, Jiang Zisu knew that it was Mu Zhihuan who had set it up.

"Then, I won't disturb my sister and the prince in love. I'll be leaving first."

Mu Zhihuan acted as if she didn't know what Jiang Zisu was talking about, hugged her little group, and walked outside.

Just as he walked a few steps, he was called out by Jiang Zixu, "This is for you."

Mu Zhihuan took it and took a look. It was actually a piece of candy?

"This is a secret prescription made by the imperial physician. It's good for your throat, your throat's broken, speak less."

Mu Zhihuan frowned. "Oh." However, he was very confused in his heart.

What was this thing that had become so caring about him? However, when they left the manor, Mu Zhihuan casually threw away the piece of candy.

It was better not to eat what Jiang Zisu had given him.

Yang Qiuyu, who was standing at the side, clenched her teeth, her pretty face contorted in a frightful cold light.

"Go back."

When Jiang Zisu turned around and saw the expression on Yang Qiuyu's face, he narrowed his eyes.

He didn't say much and just walked straight into the mansion.

Yang Qiuyu looked at the back of Jiang Zixu. This was the first time in a long time that he didn't wait for her …

Something seemed to have broken, and there was no way back.

When Gu Mingxuan saw Mu Zhihuan, who was carrying a small bundle, appear at the entrance of his home, he was slightly stunned.

"You're not going to the shop today?"

Mu Zhihuan rubbed her nose in embarrassment. "I have to go. However, I can't rest assured that Ruan'er is alone in the manor. I'll let you go, there shouldn't be any problems with that, right?"

Gu Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, "What happened to your throat?"

Mu Zhihuan shrugged. "It's nothing. I just got spicy."

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Gu Mingxuan didn't continue asking. Instead, he squatted down and scratched his nose, "Of course there's no problem. Besides, I'm very happy that Ran'er came to my place."

"Ran Er is also very happy!"

With a bright smile on her face, she jumped out of Mu Zhihuan's arms.

Then he pulled Gu Mingxuan into the room to show him his treasure.

Looking at the pair of backs, Mu Zhihuan felt a little gratified. Suddenly, she remembered that Gu Mingxuan might be getting married, and she might never have the chance to bring a ball of them over again. Mu Zhihuan could not take a step out of the house no matter how hard she tried.

Gu Mingxuan realized that Mu Zhihuan had not followed them as they walked into the room.

Puzzled, he turned his head to look at her. "What's wrong? Is your throat not feeling good? "

Hearing this, Mu Zhihuan finally reacted. "No, I didn't get a good rest last night."

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the little bun take out a large candy jar and say, "This is for Uncle Gu. Mother said that Uncle Gu is always very bitter when he's sick. With this preservative, you won't have such a bitter time in the future."

Looking at that small box, Gu Mingxuan thought back to the first time they met. Gu Mingxuan had looked at the box the same way he had held up the candied fruit.

His heart softened as he stepped forward to rub the little ball of hair. "Thank you."

The little blob raised his head, "Mother said that Uncle Gu has a son that's about the same age as me, but he's lost. If you miss your son, then consider me your son!"

Gu Mingxuan turned around to look at Mu Zhihuan. "Did you tell this to him?"

Mu Zhihuan threw up her hands. "Otherwise, there must be a reason why you treat him so well, right?"

Gu Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, "It's a good thing I understand."

The little blob muttered and interrupted, "Ran'er knows everything. Uncle Gu can tell Ran'er anything ~"

Gu Mingxuan and Mu Zhihuan looked at each other and smiled, as if they were young adults.

"Then why don't you just stay here and play? Mother has some matters to attend to, so she'll be leaving first. I'll come pick you up later. "

"Alright!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the little group pulled Gu Mingxuan along and began to talk about the origin of their pile of cloth fragments and bamboo dragonflies.

Seeing that the two of them were on good terms, Mu Zhihuan felt both happy and sour at the same time.

It was as if his little group had been robbed. Was this jealousy that came from a mother?

The promotional effect was exceptionally good yesterday, and there were still many people in the shop today.

Just as the sales were in full swing, a frivolous voice suddenly came from the door:

"What do I take it to be? I didn't expect it to be this kind of trash? This fatty powder is so loose, how could it be better than our 'Falling Plum Pavilion'? "

Hearing this, he immediately understood that this person would definitely come to cause trouble.

"This Young Master? If you don't want to buy it, then get out of the way. You're blocking the young miss behind. "

Mu Zhihuan stepped forward to take a look. It turned out to be an acquaintance?

This person was so free? [Is the son of the boss always looking for trouble after he has eaten his fill?]

Hua Song chuckled. "As a guest, you don't have the right to chase people away. It seems that you don't know the rules of business, right?"

Mu Zhihuan simply did not want to bother with such a low-class trouble. "Then, please."

With that, he turned around and instructed the guards who had come to pay a visit, "Take note of this' customer 'if he breaks anything. Then, prepare a list and send it to Manager Luo Mei Xuan next door."

Upon hearing Mu Zhihuan's words, Hua Song was immediately displeased. This sort of feeling treated him as a thief.

"Hey, stop looking down on me. Get me one of every item in your shop and send it to the opposite Falling Plum Pavilion. I have plenty of money!"

As he spoke, he placed the silver on the table.

Mu Zhihuan calmly received the silver and said to the entire room of guests, "So many people have seen it today. Luo Mei Xuan came to our store to buy so many things. If Luo Mei Xuan comes up with something similar to ours, can it be counted as plagiarism?"

When the word 'plagiarism' was spoken, everyone in the Chanel store went into an uproar.

One had to know that this was in ancient times. Although there was no 'intellectual property rights' law in place, people at this time were simple and honest.

This kind of vicious plagiarism would undoubtedly become the biggest stain on the Fallen Plum Pavilion. In fact, if he wasn't careful, the Plum Blossom Pavilion might even decline because of him.