I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

He was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly thought of Li Mu. After a long silence, he pursed his lips and muttered softly:

"I just want to ask him how to restore this Mo Tong, um, that's it."

Having said that, he ran out of the courtyard.

However, before he ran out of the yard, he stopped, turned around and went back into the house.

He ran to the closet, looked at the dazzling array of coarse cloth suits and linen gowns, stomped his feet, and slammed the closet door.

Then she sat down in front of the dressing table and looked at the various axes, hammers, and rulers on it. She raised her nose and swept them all to the ground with her hand.

He peeled off the cloth covering the bronze mirror, which was covered with divination questions, and wiped the mirror surface with the cloth.

Only then did he see himself clearly in the bronze mirror.

After looking at it for a moment, looking at the purple headband on his head, he seemed to remember something.

She hurriedly stood up, half-knelt in front of the dressing table, and looked under the dressing table with her little head.

He reached under the counter and pulled out a mahogany box covered in dust and cobwebs.

Mo Liuying frowned slightly and blew hard, causing the dust on the wooden box to fly up immediately. Mo Liuying choked and sneezed several times, and the dust also got on his face.

However, Mo Liuying didn't care at all. She wiped the dust off her face with her hand, held the wooden box with a look of joy, sat back in front of the dressing table, and opened the box carefully.

In the box, there were two hairpins, one was made of mahogany and carved with plum blossom patterns, and the other was a very simple white jade hairpin.

Mo Liuying remembered that these were all gifts from her grandmother on her birthday when she was thirteen or fourteen years old.

But it was because she didn't like these useless things to her, and instead she liked the rare iron ore that Mo Wuyan gave her more.

I haven't received any similar gifts since then.

Mo Liuying carefully placed two hairpins on top of her head and gestured.

But looking at myself in the bronze mirror, I felt unsatisfied.

If you want to tie your ponytail up, put a hairpin in it.

But on weekdays, Mo Liuying, who was skilled in fiddling with various mechanisms, was troubled by this hair bun.

Not long after, the hair that was originally styled by Shen Sanniang turned back into a mess.

Mo Liuying looked at his slovenly self in the bronze mirror, and felt a little strange.

"What's wrong with me? Isn't this how I usually act?"

Thinking of this, Mo Liuying sighed deeply.

She picked up the tools scattered on the floor but did not put them back on the dressing table.

At this time, light footsteps were heard outside the yard.

Mo Liuying was stunned for a moment, then his face turned happy and he was about to go out to check.

When his peripheral vision caught sight of the bronze mirror, his expression became somewhat panicked again. He quickly turned around, leaning his back against the door, vigorously wiping the dust off his face while tidying up his messed up hair.

As the footsteps outside the yard got closer, Mo Liuying's movements became more and more flustered. Her eyes turned red and tears were welling up in them, as if they would flow out in the next second.

"Firefly?"

"grandmother?"

When Mo Liuying heard Shen Sanniang's voice, her movements froze. She felt both relieved and disappointed. She turned around, opened the door and left the house.

When Shen Sanniang saw Mo Liuying return to his usual slovenly appearance, the joy on her face gradually faded, and she said earnestly:

"I've told you so many times that your research is useless. You should focus on other things."

Mo Liuying did not talk back this time. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Grandma, have Grandpa Mu and the others left?"

Shen Sanniang's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Well, Qingyi is injured, so we can't delay any longer."

Then, he asked with a hint of temptation in his voice, "Do you want to see me off?"

Mo Liuying slowly frowned her beautiful eyebrows, bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and after a long silence, she shook her head.

When Shen Sanniang saw Mo Liuying's refusal, she was not worried but happy.

No one knows a grandson better than his grandmother. When Shen Sanniang saw Mo Liuying's little expression, she felt there was hope.

I secretly feel that everyone has been young, and everyone has been a little girl whose emotions can be aroused by someone's smile, frown, and every move.

Shen Sanniang pulled Mo Liuying into the house. When she saw the half-open wardrobe door and the hairpin on the dressing table, she was delighted.

He pulled Mo Liuying and pressed her in front of the dressing table. He combed her hair and said with a smile:

"What do you think of Qing Yi?"

"Ah? Ouch!"

Hearing Li Mu's name, Mo Liuying screamed, her body trembling slightly, her hair was pulled painfully by Shen Sanniang, she covered her head and said anxiously,

"What? Grandma, what did you say? What does his situation have to do with me?"

Shen Sanniang chuckled, raised her hand and slapped away Mo Liuying's hand that was covering her head, and continued to help her tidy up her hair, but she didn't say anything, and explained:

"Grandma likes Qingyi very much, so she thought of making some cakes to feed them on the way."

Mo Liuying's face flushed for a moment, and she said calmly:

"He is the prince of Yan. He has tasted all kinds of delicacies. Why would he care about these things?"

Hearing this, Shen Sanniang was a little unhappy. She tapped Mo Liuying's face with her finger and said angrily:

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could Qing Yi be the kind of self-righteous dandy you said?"

"Grandma, who is your granddaughter? Why do you always speak in his favor?"

Mo Liuying saw that Shen Sanniang was a little angry and asked in confusion.

Shen Sanniang said indifferently: "Of course you are my granddaughter."

Then, as if she had thought of something, she ordered Mo Liuying, "You are right. Qingyi will not despise it, but grandma's cooking skills are not as good as yours. You can do it for grandma. Go to the city gate early tomorrow morning and send him off on behalf of grandma."

Mo Liuying always felt that Shen Sanniang was weird today, but when he heard Shen Sanniang's words, he did not refuse for the first time.

He looked very reluctant and nodded slightly:

"Flying knows!"

Shen Sanniang immediately revealed a satisfied smile, leaned close to Mo Liuying's ear, looked into the bronze mirror with her and said:

"Yingying looks the best like this. Those guys can't take their eyes off my Yingying when they see her."

Mo Liuying looked at the bronze mirror and found that the black dust on his face had been cleaned up by Shen Sanniang without knowing when. He asked unconfidently:

"really?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was stunned. Thinking that such words would actually come out of her mouth, her face turned red.

. . . . . .

Stone City.

Li Mu was lying on the bed in the inn, his head resting on his hands, his legs crossed, swaying back and forth, but his expression did not show how leisurely his movements were.

Thinking of Mo Liuying in the daytime, Li Mu felt heavy-hearted. He didn't expect that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl from the Mo family would be so powerful.

No matter whether it is a noble family or any of the hundreds of schools, they should not be underestimated.

Originally, Li Mu was confident in his own skills and didn't care much about the consequences of "The Art of Hidden Sharpness". He thought that if the internal way didn't work, he would just give up, and the external way would be the same.

But after fighting with Mo Liuying, Li Mu realized that the difference was too big.

But the benefits of "The Art of Hidden Sharpness" are really hard to give up.

Just imagine the feeling of gaining more power through a good night's sleep. Who wouldn't be excited?

Li Mu thought of the worst case scenario, which was to give up "The Art of Hidden Sharpness" and instead practice other internal skills.

But I have tried it before. I devoted myself to practicing "Qian Yuan Liu Wu" for a whole week, but I didn't see any results. There was no growth in my Qi sea at all.

"Forget it, let's see if the miracle doctor the teacher mentioned can help. If that doesn't work, I'll just have to give up this happy practice."