At this moment, he has classified Xiangsi into a well-established family.
Mu Jing didn't even squint at the people who approached him intentionally. He looked straight ahead and ignored them!
He has never been fond of people with unknown origins. He is always vigilant and will counterattack at any time if there is any trouble.
Duanmuchi and Duanye, like Mu Jing, ignored others and only followed the three of them, walking in stride.
Sima Zhi hugged Sima Xianghuan and kept a distance from the five Xiangsi people. Like other people going to the teahouse, his pace was neither fast nor slow. To outsiders, it was a coincidence like meeting by chance.
Xiangsi, who was protected in the middle, looked calm and relaxed on the surface, but her heart was throbbing fiercely!
She was not worried about being recognized, just as she was not worried about being recognized by Sima Xiangyu in Rising Sun City. Judging from the memory left by Sima Xiangsi, Sima Zhi could count on one hand the number of times he had seen Sima Xiangsi.
I definitely don’t have much memory of her, not to mention her current temperament has changed dramatically.
She aches because she misses the real Sima Xiang who is no longer here!
Both are children of the same father. Sima Xianghuan is held in the palm of his father's hand, but Sima Xiangsi is abandoned like a piece of grass! The treatment of the two of them is one day at a time!
The scene when she left Sima's house at night reappeared in her mind over and over again. Sima Zhi's ruthlessness, Mu Hui's protectiveness, and Sima Xianghuan's cruelty were all deeply engraved in her heart.
The memory made her heart feel as if it was being stabbed by a sharp cone. The pain penetrated her heart and tore her liver and intestines. The hatred entered her marrow and eroded her soul!
That hatred, that hatred, that pain, is not from the deceased Sima Xiangsi, but from me, Duanmu Qianxue!
Sima Zhi, I, Duanmu Qianxue, will never forget your hatred for killing your mother and your hatred for hurting our loyal servants!
Sima Xianghuan, I, Duanmu Qianxue, will remember the pain you suffered in the past, and I will never dare to forget it!
No one has ever made me hate so much, but you did it!
One day, I, Duanmu Qianxue, will definitely retaliate with my own methods and make your Sima clan disappear into ashes!
She really wanted to pounce on the person in front of her right now, trample him down, destroy his Dantian, chop off his limbs, cut him into pieces with a thousand knives, and light a lantern in the sky!
It's a pity that she can't, not only because her current strength is not enough, but also because of the ten-year agreement!
She endured this boundless pain and boundless hatred first!
Xiangsi tried hard to suppress all the emotions in her heart, and still walked her own way with a calm face, her dark eyes were as dark as the dark night, without joy or joy, and her breath was the same as before, without waves or traces.
Turning a blind eye to Sima Xianghuan's attention, she managed to truly see each other as strangers!
"Little brother, you are so beautiful!" Sima Xianghuan didn't know that the person in front of him was Xiangsi. Looking at her stunning beauty, he finally spoke out what was in his heart. After finishing speaking, he still looked at her dreamingly.
Xiangsi didn't even look at Sima Xianghuan, only glanced at her being held by Sima Zhi, and continued walking her own way.
"Little brother, where did you come from? Did you walk a long way?" Sima Xianghuan didn't mind the indifference. After being silent for less than a second, he started to ask her again.
"It's so noisy!" This time, Xiangsi was no longer silent. She tried hard to control her emotions and said calmly: "Uncle Jing, if anyone touches my young master's quietness again, just throw him out!"
The leisurely walking posture, spotless style, and noble temperament of a descendant of a great family are all displayed, and there is a majestic and clear childish voice, making no secret of his disdainful attitude.
Strong!
Seeing such lovesickness, Sima Zhi's eyes flashed with a bright light. If in the past, he dared to say to his face that he was throwing away his direct lineage of the Sima family, or his daughter, it would be like poking a hornet's nest, but today, he didn't say anything.
"Yes!" Mu Jing's voice was also solemn.
"Well, you..." Sima Xianghuan was about to say, "You are so fierce!", but he quickly stopped before he finished speaking, and timidly hid in Sima Zhi's arms, secretly looking at Mu Jing.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Mu Jing glanced at her, and his sharp eyes scared her back.
"Father, mother is waiting for us there!" When he arrived at the entrance of the teahouse a few steps away, Sima Xianghuan poked his head out of Sima Zhi's arms, and then saw the people waiting in front of the teahouse, with happiness on his face.
Before she even arrived, she started calling: "Mother, mother!"
Mother!
What a noble and noble title!
If Duan Muyu were still alive, she would also respectfully call her "mother"!
Xiangsi's heart made a "thump" sound, and jumped heavily. Her breathing was stagnant, and she almost couldn't maintain her balance. Her eyes were bitter, and the hand held by Mu Jing couldn't help but stiffen, but the emotional fluctuation lasted only a short time.
It was a short moment, so short that it took less than a second to count, and then it resumed as before, walking towards the entrance door of the teahouse without changing its pace.
Father and daughter, mother and daughter share a family, what a blessing!
His little Qianxueer's father abandoned her mother and died, how miserable it was!
Even if everyone in the Duanmu family loves and favors her a lot, I'm afraid it can't compare to the smile given by the person who is respected as "mother"!
Mu Jing's heart felt sad, and he clenched Xiangsi's hand distressedly, silently conveying his concern.
Li Mei, who was dressed in an embroidered light red dress, stood beside her father Li Duan, smiling like a flower as she watched her husband Sima Zhi and daughter Sima Xianghuan approach, took her daughter and held her in her arms; "Huan'er is naughty again."
Already? That’s why you came so late?”
"No, I met a beautiful brother," Sima Xianghuan pointed his little hand at Xiangsi who was about to pass by his father and mother: "Grandpa, mother, look, it's that little brother!"
"What a handsome young man!" Li Duan and his daughter couldn't help but froze when their eyes fell on the person she was pointing to.
Li Mei, if it weren't for you mother and daughter, the real Sima Xiangsi would not have died, and I would not have left the hometown where I was born and raised to come to this strange place.
I have no mother to get close to in this other world, so I have recorded this account! One day, I will repay you with pain and let you taste the pain of losing the one you love!
Xiangsi, with the figures of Li Mei and Sima Xianghuan reflected in her eyes, took steady steps, passed several people, and walked away.
Passing through the ten-foot-high gate and entering the museum along the nearly fifty-foot-long passage, everything inside is in full view.
The entire venue is circular, with four-way doors, and is a white marble building. It is divided into three floors. Each floor starts from the first row of seats and slopes upward from low to high.
Supporting stone pillars are erected at a certain distance apart. Rows of stone pillars divide the circular shape of the whole floor into fan shapes, leaving passages on both sides of the pillars for entry and exit.
The three-story building faces the main platform in the north in an arc shape, and the main platform in the north is heavily covered from the third floor upstairs to the square door on the ground, occupying one-third of the entire north.
Throughout the entire field, rows of energetic and high-spirited royal guards stood everywhere. On the first floor, there were even more royal guards standing in an array, dividing several places in the field into large blocks.
Blocky.
"Huh..." As the crowd entered the museum, Xiangsi paused again, closed her eyes, withdrew her little hand from Mu Jing, and exhaled a long breath.
, and also let out all the emotions that were originally suppressed in his heart.
So tired!
In order to forcefully control the emotions in her heart, she had tried her best, so much so that when she saw for the first time such a majestic, exquisite and unique design, which was very much like the capital of her hometown... the Great Hall of the People, she was still indifferent.
As if there was no admiration or surprise on his face, he just walked in.
Fortunately, she succeeded!
In just a few hundred steps in front of the museum, it seemed like centuries had passed for her. Her heartstrings were tense, like a bow string stretched to its limit. Now it is like a bow that relaxes after the arrow leaves the string. She
I just feel exhausted.
"Xiao Qianxue?" Mu Jing turned sideways to protect Xiangsi to prevent the crowd from touching her.
The little baby's mood is not right. Could it be that something happened that he doesn't know about?
If there is, then it is the person just now, and who is it?
"It's okay, I just feel very tired." This person should be suspicious, but she didn't want to tell them that the people the three of them had just walked hundreds of steps with were Sima's family members.
My family has put Sima on the blacklist. If Mu Jing knew about it, she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be angry. Once Mu Jing got angry, their identities might be exposed. This was not the result she wanted.
Slowly calming his heart, he stretched out his left elbow to touch Hongliluo, glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eyes, and shook his head imperceptibly, signaling him not to say anything.
When Hongliluo asked her that time, Xiangsi believed that Hongliluo also knew Sima Zhi and others.
"Xiao Qianxue?" Hongliluo lowered his head. Just now he felt her abnormality. Although it was only a short moment, he caught it, but now, it seems?
Help?
"Xiao Qianxue, do you have something to ask?"
"Well," holding Tutu with both hands, looking into Hongliluo's eyes: "Brother in red, do you know the rules for participating in the competition tea party?"
"Do Qianxue want to participate?" Hongliluo picked up Xiangsi and said, "Go and sit there first, and then I will tell you slowly."
Hongliluo held Xiangsi in her arms and walked towards the row of seats in a square formation on the left closest to the main stage. That place was divided into pieces, with only ten seats in each small piece; the square formation closest to the edge
The seats within the shape are also divided into small blocks of ten seats, separated by the width of one seat.
"Please show me your license plate number!" When they first arrived, the royal guard gave Hongliluo a samurai salute. The respectful attitude made people feel good!
"We don't participate, we only want to compete!" Hongliluo stretched out her hand and showed a golden card: "Please verify!"
"Please!" The guard took the golden card, read it, and returned it. He stepped away and made a gesture of invitation.
Hongliluo took it and sat directly in a seat in the first row closest to the main stage. The entire square formation was already two-thirds full, with only the second row in front being smaller.
This is exactly what Xiangsi means. In the past, Xiangsi always chose the seats in the first three rows whether it was for meetings or lectures.
"Brother Hong, can you participate in the competition just by sitting here?" Xiangsi watched Hong Liluo hugging her and calmly sitting down, a little puzzled: Isn't this the auditorium?
"The tea party is divided into competition and competition," Hongli moistened her throat and began to explain her confusion; "The competition is to go to the reception area of the teahouse three days before the party to sign up and get the number plate.
When it officially begins, you enter the venue according to the number, and participate in the audition, primary election, winning election, re-election, and finally enter the final election to compete for the top ten. In each round, ten will be saved from a hundred."
"The competition is to challenge the top ten after the final election, and the winner takes the place of the one selected; to compete, you must participate in the tea party selection. Once you give up, your competition and competition qualifications will be cancelled.
"There is no limit to competition."
In fact, not only did Xiangsi not understand, but the three members of the Duanmu family didn't know either, so they didn't make any preparations.
"Do you need to register for the competition?" Xiangsi asked again after hearing the explanation. The card she just saw he showed to the guard should be an identity card.
"If you want it, you have to go and get a card," Hong Liluo explained again: "Competition, people who compete have special seats. Like the square we are sitting in now, there are all competitors.
The one next to it is the contender, and only ten people from each participating force and family are allowed to sit in these two seats."