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When he clearly saw what was carved on the tablet, Gu Mingxuan's expression froze: "This is … "Tiger Tally!"

What was a Tiger Tally? Although she was not sure, but looking at how serious Gu Wenxuan's shrine was, Mu Zhihuan could guess that it was probably something very important.

Just as he was about to say no, Feng Yu opened his mouth and said: "Now that the commander of the Eastern Expedition Army has changed, this Tiger Tally is meaningless. At most, it's an old object that my old friend brought along and gifted to his descendants."

Hearing him say that, Gu Mingxuan felt that his reaction was too big: "I, Gu Shenwei, was too rude."

Feng Yu waved his hand, "I know your position, it's fine, this child is only the grandson of my old friend. I just want to be good to my old friend's grandson.

Seeing that the two of them had already come to an agreement, the Tuanzi carefully took the wooden tablet.

Although it was made of wood, the heavy feeling was like iron with a tinge of coldness. The moment Tuanzi held it in his hand, he immediately turned around and handed it over to Mu Zhihuan.

"Mother, look, this wooden tablet is so cold ~"

Mu Zhihuan also looked at the result, she did not have much research on wood, but she could feel that the wood that had this wooden plate was hard to find from the texture and lines, it was definitely hard to find.

After he had finished playing with the wooden signboard Tuanzi, he suddenly thought of a very important matter: "Why is my grandfather surnamed Feng? Isn't mother Mu? "

Looking at the child's innocent face, everyone present suddenly felt as if they didn't know where to start.

Feng Yu coughed lightly and waved Tuanzi over: "Come here."

Tuanzi turned around to look at his own mother. After receiving her encouraging gaze, he then bravely walked in front of Feng Yu.

Finally, he picked up Tuanzi and carried him onto his lap. He brought the tablet in front of Tuanzi and pointed at the word Mu, telling him about how he got to know Mu Yizhi, and how he was framed.

Tuanzi seemed to understand what he said, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

Mu Zhihuan knew that the Tuanzi probably took this matter as a story, but seeing the serious look in his eyes, Mu Zhihuan also followed him.

Gu Mingxuan looked at the old and young, and the serious Mu Zhihuan who was listening to the story, and a gentle smile flashed past her eyes.

This kind of feeling was just like what he dreamt of in his dream.

Originally, Mu Zhihuan was worried that the Tuanzi and Feng Yu would not deal with each other, but she never thought that the two of them would actually act like the other two was the same.

The meal was extremely heartwarming, Gu Mingxuan prepared a carriage for Mu Zhihuan as the sky darkened.

Before sending them off, Feng Yu had even made an appointment to meet with the Tuanzi next time.

Mu Zhihuan looked at the two, who were reluctant to part with him, and nodded helplessly, indicating that she would see them again soon.

When Mu Zhihuan was about to get on the carriage, Gu Mingxuan suddenly pulled her to the back of the carriage. In the shadow of the carriage where no one could see, Gu Mingxuan fiercely hugged Mu Zhihuan.

Then, he heaved a long sigh. "It's whatever that Ran'er likes to hear stories, but why are you so interested in them as well?"

Hearing the reproach in Gu Mingxuan's mouth, Mu Zhihuan was startled, but after seeing Gu Mingxuan's uncomfortable expression, she suddenly reacted.

Lowering his eyes to look at the starlight in Mu Zhihuan's eyes, Gu Mingxuan retracted his gaze. This was the first time he was thinking about someone, and he had never felt this obsession towards anyone before.

It was just that in the short span of a few days, he always wanted to go to the prince's estate to meet her.

Seeing that Gu Mingxuan's gaze was getting deeper, Mu Zhihuan started to feel fear.

Mu Zhihuan hurriedly used her hand to press against Gu Mingxuan's chest, her voice trembling a little: "Don't do anything rash, this is a public place."

Public places?

Gu Mingxuan thought for a while and roughly understood the meaning of this. Then, he smiled.

The short man stuck his body close to Mu Zhihuan's ear and spoke softly with a deep, hoarse voice that carried a special magnetism to it: "Then, Ruo Ruo, can it be just the two of us?"

She raised her eyes and coincidentally met Gu Mingxuan's pair of pitch black eyes.

Without thinking, Gu Mingxuan lifted Mu Zhihuan's lower jaw and aimed a kiss at his lips.

This kiss was very long, and when Mu Zhihuan was finally let go of her kiss with great difficulty, she felt that it was almost impossible to pass through.

Like a goldfish, Mu Zhihuan breathed in deeply with all her might.

Mu Zhihuan's face instantly turned as red as an apple, she coquettishly glared at Gu Mingxuan: "You old pervert!"

Then he ran to the carriage.

Looking at the horse carriage which was gradually getting further and further away, Gu Mingxuan's expression also gradually turned cold.

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When Jiang Zisu returned to the Duke Palaces, he heard that Mu Zhihuan and Tuanzi had gone out, but the two of them had forgotten to call a carriage.

He didn't even have time to take off his official's uniform before he hurriedly got the coachman to drive the carriage to the store to pick him up.

However, before he could walk more than a hundred meters, he saw a plain and simple horse carriage slowly walking towards him.

That low-key yet not simple decoration, at a glance, you could tell who it belonged to.

And she went to see Gu Mingxuan for his own sake!

Jiang Zisu felt as if someone had stuffed something into his throat, it was heavy and hurried.

After opening his mouth several times, he was unable to utter a complete sentence.

Seeing that the carriage had stopped in front of him, Jiang Zisu felt that his legs were weak when he alighted from the carriage.

Even the hand that lifted the carriage's curtain was trembling, when he clearly saw Mu Zhihuan and Tuanzi inside.

Jiang Zisu watched as his heart instantly plummeted to the bottom of the valley, then was drowned in the ice-cold water.

Cold and painful.

Mu Zhihuan did not expect Jiang Zisu to actually take the initiative to come out and fetch him.

She looked at Jiang Zisu's pale face in shock, frowned, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Are you not feeling well? Your face is so ugly? "