Family affection? Is it important to have rights?

Mu Jinfeng didn't sleep the whole night last night. He spent the first half of the night smashing things to vent his emotions, and the second half lying in bed thinking about his future plans.

At present, it seems that his sister is very close to him and will be able to help in the future, but to a limited extent.

He also needs some loyal subordinates.

He raised his hand to call for his personal servant Mo Qing. The servant's indenture was in his hands, so there was no way Mo Qing would betray him.

"Mo Qing, go buy some slaves and place them in my house outside, and check the details of the servants in the yard."

While Mu Jinfeng was speaking, his eyes were fixed on Mo Qing. Although he knew in his heart that he would never betray him, he no longer felt safe.

As the heir, he received a lot of silver every month, which allowed him to buy most of the things he was interested in, including the dagger.

The money he saved was enough for him to spend for a long time, and was also enough for him to buy a small house outside.

He looked down gloomily at the dagger on the table, which was stained with his blood.

Mu Jinfeng has not thrown away the dagger until now. He wants to repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood!

He wants to find that person and use this dagger to paint on that person's face!

"Yes." Mo Qing knew very well what the young master was thinking. If the young master didn't work harder, he would be pushed out of the upper power relationship.

Therefore, for the sake of the young master and his future, Mo Qing will do his best to help the young master.

After Mo Qing left, Mu Jinfeng sat alone on the chair. He had not reached the end of his road yet. If only, if only he could be a little better, so good that people would abandon his shortcomings.

He calmed down, picked up the calligraphy copybook his father had given him, and ground the ink bit by bit. At the beginning, his handwriting was still affected by his mood, but slowly his handwriting became more steady.

Mu Jinfeng knew very well that before the end, there was no absolute chance of winning, so he had to be patient and wait for his opponent to reveal his weakness at that moment, and then strike quickly and hit the target with one blow.

He still has plenty of time.

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Mu Tangxi still wanted to know Shen Qiu's recipe, but unfortunately he slipped away too quickly, so she could only ask him the next time they met.

So what should we do next?

Mu Tangxi looked around, and images flashed wildly in his mind. Father? Mother? Second brother? Third brother?

Or Mu Lianxue and her biological mother?

As for the eldest brother, he had already been in trouble once, and then he was attacked again.

Among these people, Mu Tangxi's gaze slowly stopped on one person's face.

Mu Lianxue.

Although she has not yet found out where she and her biological mother live, this does not stop her from ruining the future of the real daughter.

For example, the famous poems and verses she wrote are enough to be passed down through the ages.

To be honest, she had never seen anyone so blatantly take credit for someone else's poetry.

How could those poems with different styles and full of life insights come from a girl of 15 years old?

At first no one believed that those poems were written by Mu Lianxue.

They all thought that in a few days someone would point out that the verses were written by him, but no one came forward.

No matter how unexpected it was, everyone still assumed that she had written the poem because no one exposed her.

Mu Tangxi never believed that Mu Lianxue could write poetry, not only because the words she wrote were dull and even had typos, but also because she never explained why she wrote the poem for a certain scene.

It was not until her father gave her a mute drug that Mu Lianxue felt relieved and told her the truth without any worries.

She said that these poems were indeed not written by her and she was not from this world. These poems belonged to others, but no one in this world would expose her.

In that case, she should publish Mu Lianxue's poem in advance!

There was a sly glint in Mu Tangxi's light-colored eyes, "Dongzhu, remember what I said."

Although Dong Zhu didn't know why the young lady was in such a good mood, she felt that anything that made the young lady happy must be a good thing!

As the personal maid of the only legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Dong Zhu could naturally write, and even knew how to match the colors of clothes, tie her hair, and do needlework...

She had learned everything that could provide convenience for the young lady.

Dong Zhu ground the ink skillfully, picked up a brush and looked at the lady, indicating that he was ready.

"Hmm..." Mu Tangxi has a very good memory, almost to the point of being able to remember everything he sees.

"Quiet Night Thoughts, author unknown."

"Before the bed... thinking of home."

She found this poem the most interesting. Mu Lianxue had never left her hometown and had lived next to the Prime Minister's Mansion since she was a child. How could she still miss her hometown?

It really made her happy.

"Leaving Baidi City Early, author unknown."

".........Ten Thousand Mountains."

This is also very interesting. Does Mu Lianxue think others are fools? She has never left the city gate.

"Song of Water Melody, author unknown."

"Bright moon..."

This song was even more outrageous. As far as she knew, Mu Lianxue never drank, yet she was drinking and asking questions to heaven.

There is also a seven-character song.

"Song of the Wine, author unknown."

“Don’t you see…?”

This passage describes the poet drowning his sorrows in alcohol, which shows the author's bold and unrestrained character.

You told me that this was written by Mu Lianxue? How could she, who doesn't drink and has never experienced any setbacks, write such a poem?!

Mu Tangxi told all the stories she remembered, without any intention of leaving a poem for Mu Lianxue.

The expression on Dong Zhu's face changed from curiosity to surprise, then seamlessly turned into shock, and finally to numbness.

Although his expression changed from time to time, Dong Zhu's hands remained steady and his handwriting was accurate.

Were these poems given to the young lady in her dreams by gods at night?

Such an exquisite poem made Dong Zhu, who rarely came into contact with poetry, feel an inner resonance, as if he could empathize with the feelings that the poet wanted to express.

Dong Zhu, who had written hundreds of poems, gradually became solemn and her hands began to tremble slightly, but fortunately, the young lady finished her words soon.

Dong Zhu let out a sigh of relief and carefully dried the paper filled with poems.

"Dong Zhu, I need you to sell these poems to bookstores so they can reprint them and spread them around."

There was a strange tenderness on Mu Tangxi's lips. Although she didn't know why Mu Lianxue didn't start writing those poems when she was a child, and had to wait until she was 15 years old, it was just right.

"Oh, remember to disguise yourself. At least don't let people know that you are from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Just say that these poems were passed down from your ancestors. You rewrote them, hoping that they can be passed down."

"Yes, ma'am."

Although Dongzhu didn't know what the young lady was going to do, she still followed her orders and took the poems to the bookstore.