When I opened my eyes, I was confused in front of me, and the autumn wind blew, adding a little sadness.

Mu Jinghong sat up and found himself lying in a pavilion, far away from the building, surrounded by desolate desolation.

The slender jade hand was pressed on the side of the neck, and the guard beside the king was indeed as cruel as the master.

The two maids lying quietly behind them slowly woke up, their eyes were blank, and they tilted their heads and thought for a while but they didn't remember what had happened before.

As if remembering something, the two maids hurriedly stood up and stood behind Mu Jinghong, and asked anxiously, "Miss, what happened?"

Mu Jinghong glanced sideways and glanced over the two of them, and found that they were confused and had forgotten what had happened before.

But she remembers everything clearly.

What did they use to make their maid forget the past for a short time? There are really many talented people and strangers around King Wu.

While thinking, footsteps came from behind.

A group of beakers came over.

The most dazzling one is Jiang Xiangchan. Today she wore a green smoke gauze embroidered bamboo silk skirt, which made her temperament look elegant and fresh like bamboo, which made her look eye-catching!

"Seventh Sister is easy to find. It turns out that she has found a quiet place to avoid her leisure!" Mu Yuanjia's laughter came in. The man had already stood beside Mu Jinghong, looked towards the endless sky ahead, and then smiled and said, "Fifth Sister turned around and lost her figure. She was worried. Seeing your carriage parked here, we all thought about you being idle here!"

"Miss Mu Qi, we have a gadget for fun in front of us, why not move forward?" Jiang Xiangchan's face was filled with a comfortable smile.

It looks like the eldest sister next door, very friendly!

Mu Jinghong nodded and followed.

From the initial surprise to the present peace, Jiang Xiangchan is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is known as the number one talented woman in the capital. When he meets a person like Mu Jinghong who is so transparent about chess, he naturally appreciates each other!

Mu Yuanjia was one step behind and tightened the handkerchief in his hand.

Jiang Mansion is also determined, and a large array of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are coming in such a place!

I don’t know where Jiang Xiangchan took the paintings, famous qin, chess game or the Panxinghui chess game. There were all kinds of calligraphy and calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings, so I just waited for the ladies present to show their skills.

To show talents, your heart is as broad as the sky!

Mu Jinghong looked sideways and looked at Jiang Xiangchan, and said modestly: "I have some luck with chess and calligraphy. But the rest is probably worse than that, everyone here."

As soon as these words were said, everyone felt relieved.

If Mu Jinghong even beat the first talented woman, then they would be like mud and would not be able to support the wall.

She said this to make it clear to everyone that she is not really talented and knowledgeable, but just has a little more luck.

Jiang Xiangchan didn't think so, "Miss Mu Qi, please don't hide his weakness!"

Looking in the direction shown by Jiang Xiangchan, it was the calligraphy of famous masters. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stage were ready. The maid in green who was standing in the wind grinding the ink smiled slightly, stopped her movements and took a step back.

Everyone turned their attention to Mu Jinghong.

"Then I will be ugly."

Mu Jinghong took the pen and walked forward. He hesitated a little before he finished writing. The movement of pinching the pen became looser, and he even pointed a little when he was drunk.

Slight movement.

When the characters are integrated, they are presented in front of people.

Someone stood beside Mu Jinghong and read the original sentence he wrote, "The wind blows tens of thousands of miles away from Qimen Pass!"

Jiang Xiangchan's eyes flashed and she commented with a smile, "Sentences are good sentences, and words are also good words! Using the pen to the tip of the pen leads to the nature."

In fact, the font of Mu Jinghong is written in a proper manner and is quite reasonable.

Qimen Pass is a border that a general named Qi attacked and recaptured. To commemorate the general, he later changed it to Qimen Pass.

Unfortunately, Mu Jinghong's father died outside Qimen Pass.

Everyone can understand her writing such sentences.

Seeing this word, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I am really afraid that another talented woman who is more powerful than Jiang Xiangchan will emerge, which will put more pressure on them.

After Jiang Xiangchan finished commenting, he picked up the pen. A maid picked up Mu Jinghong's word, and saw Jiang Xiangchan finishing the pen in one go!

Women's strength is always much inferior to men. Jiang Xiangchan's writing is quick and powerful. He looks a little heavy when using the pen.

In a moment, the calligraphy and calligraphy of Pianhong was presented to you with one hand.

The four words "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" are fixed on rice paper, which feels like flying and moving, and they have a deep foundation!

"Good word!"

There were sounds of surprise and praise around!

Jiang Xiangchan put down his pen and looked at Mu Jinghong, "Miss Mu Qi, I've given up!"

Mu Jinghong smiled and said, "Sister Xiangchan is worthy of being the number one talented woman. Jinghong is worthy of being inferior to himself."

Mu Jinghong's secret eyes cast a smiley look, wandering around the four words "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" for a moment, and his smile became stronger.

And then a smile.

Jiang Xiangchan pointed out her calligraphy with a roundabout way, which was very appropriate.

"I'm still far behind Miss Mu Qi's chess skills. Why would Miss Mu Wu come and help me?" As she said that, she took a step aside and let Mu Yuanjia come over and give it a try.

Mu Yuanjia was stunned and didn't want to refuse, so he bit the bullet.

Calligraphy is not her strength.

Mu Yuanjia always felt that Jiang Xiangchan had always been intentional about targeting her these days, and it turned out that she was thinking that it was because of that incident.

Now that I think about it, it seems that this is not the case. Is there something I have overlooked?

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Sitting in the pavilion, looking out over there, Jin Molan quickly got the words written by Mu Jinghong and Jiang Xiangchan.

When the ink was placed on the table, it was not dry yet, and the fragrance of ink was faintly floating.

"Wanqing, come and have a look!"

Jin Molan greeted him, and the beautiful young woman sitting on the railing stood up and walked over, lowered her head and half-holding a corner of rice paper, looking at the two words carefully.

"This is Xiang Chan's word. Although it is less powerful than a man should have, it seems to be flexible! It is not a waste of her talent! As for this word, I intend to hide the truth!" I glanced out with a smile on my lips, "I guess this is what Miss Mu Qi did! Are you asking me out today for her?"

Jin Molan took the words written by Mu Jinghong and stared at the sentence above with some meaning.

The beautiful young woman smiled and continued: "The wind is tens of thousands of miles long, and it is blowing through Qimen Pass! Miss Mu Qi has ambitions for a man! If General Mu is still here, he will now be the leader of the general!"

The maid in green walked in in a small way, quietly came to Jin Molan and whispered a few words.

Jin Molan barely raised her head, and a slender and stern figure walked towards the corner of the corridor!

The two sitting in the pavilion immediately stood up to meet them, and the beautiful young woman called out "Brother."

"Husband!" Jin Molan smiled with surprise!

He raised his long arm with a strong sense of strength and let the two of them be at will. He came to the front, his deep eyes fell on Mu Jinghong's word, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who did this character?" The voice line is like a night spring, and the word is as clear as Bing.

Jin Molan asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

The slender knuckles lightly tapped on the word at the end, and a strange light flashed in the dark eyes as dark as night, and said lightly: "Can the word be taken away by me?"

"This..." Jin Molan looked at her husband suspiciously and said with a smile: "This is done by Miss Mu Qi, and she has to send it back later. However, since you want it, I will turn around and use a reason to convince me."

Hearing the words of Miss Mu Qi, Lu Wenqing's eyes were slightly deeper, and his slender arms raised, put away the calligraphy and paintings that had just dried ink, and instructed Jin Molan and Lu Wanqing to leave quickly after returning home early.

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PS:
Chapter completed!