After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

Mu Qiaoxi noticed from the corner of her eye that Chu Changle's expression was already displeased.

While Chu Changle hadn't spoken yet, Mu Qiaoxi jumped in front.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a lowly slave, so ignorant of appreciation!" Mu Qiaoxi's tone was gloomy, but in fact, alarm bells were ringing in her heart.

Although Chu Changle is not a person who holds grudges, she agreed so readily just now, and now her decision is influenced by Mo Yan.

If Chu Changle is serious, he will definitely regard this as a humiliation.

But on Mo Yan's side...this time bomb might blow her up completely at some point. Mu Qiaoxi would not dare to offend her no matter who she was.

Chu Changle moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if to cover up his embarrassment of not being able to ask for help. He said nothing and buried his head to concentrate on drinking tea.

Mo Yan stood silently by the side all the time, with his gentle posture brewing a danger that only Mu Qiaoxi knew about.

The two of them didn't say anything, and kicked the ball in front of Mu Qiaoxi. She patted the armrest of the wicker chair moderately.

"Forget it, you are such a born bitch. You will be embarrassed no matter where you go. You will never have the chance to climb up the steps of the Prince's Mansion in this life! The Princess and I were just joking. Fortunately, you still have some self-awareness.

"

If you observe carefully, you can see that when the arrogant young lady said this, the jade fingers holding the armrest were trembling slightly.

Although Chu Changle didn't know Mu Qiao Xi's fear, he also knew that he had to climb down this step.

She simply put down her tea cup and stared at Mo Yan standing in front of her.

"What did you do at the Hundred Flowers Banquet?" Looking at Chu Changle's meaning, he had already figured out what he meant, but he was still full of curiosity.

How could a slave have such courage?

Mo Yan slightly turned his head to Chu Changle, lowered his head humbly, and kept his indifferent tone, "Returning to the princess, at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the servant only served the eldest lady's tea and did not do anything else."

What?

Just as Mu Qiaoxi wanted to take a rest, she heard her name being called out again, so she pretended to be calm.

"Of course, it's a good thing you don't forget your duty as a slave." She said to help smooth things over, but her heart was already trembling with panic.

Mo Yan suddenly named himself, presumably because he saw her intention to push him to the county prince's palace.

Pretending to be good and meek now must be the result of this villain!

Mu Qiaoxi now would rather believe that the moon is square than believe that Mo Yan will be a good person.

Chu Changle had already been rejected by Mo Yan several times, and he knew that talking more would be useless.

"Miss Mu Da, the servants around you are indeed loyal servants. In this case, I won't take over others' favor. It's getting late, so I'll leave first." Chu Changle said, after eating the last half bowl of tea, he stood up.

And left.

Mu Qiaoxi wanted to give it away, but Chu Changle declined.

She didn't want to send Chu Changle away, she just wanted to avoid Mo Yan, the big evil spirit!

Mo Yan just half-sat on the soft cushions on the tea table, and helped Mu Qiao Xi make tea unhurriedly.

The atmosphere is a bit weird, why is he still here and not leaving?!

Mu Qiaoxi was frightened.

Unable to hold herself any longer, she angrily placed the tea cup in her hand on the tea table, causing the stirred tea to almost splash onto Mo Yan's face.

"Are you crazy? Say that in front of Princess Changle?!"

Although Mu Qiaoxi felt guilty, her words were full of questions.

Mo Yan slowly wiped away the spilled tea, lit the fire again, and started cooking the tea leisurely.

"The eldest lady has always been very clever in her methods. When did she do something like this and give away a servant as a gift? As a master, you shouldn't be so cynical."

Mo Yan could see that Mu Qiaoxi had a good attitude towards him before, and he thought he had changed his gender, but now, Mu Qiaoxi was so eager to send him away?

Mo Yan didn't understand why he felt extremely depressed and depressed when he knew that Mu Qiao Xi was eager to send away the god of plague.

Is there something about him that Mu Qiao Xi can't use? It makes her so anxious!

"What are you talking about? You are a lowly slave, your life is like a piece of grass. I can do with you how I want to do with you!" Mu Qiaoxi forced herself to finish speaking and took a sip of new tea.

The aroma is sweet and lingering for a long time. I never expected that Mo Yan could cook such good tea.

Seeing her admiration for his tea art, Mo Yan's narrow eyes were full of smiles. He wiped all the utensils clean and put them away. His movements were gentle and smooth, but the words coming out of his thin lips were like ice blades.

generally.

"The reputation of the eldest lady who is strong on the outside but strong on the inside must have only come into being recently. Although I am a slave, I am loyal to my own heart. The last thing in the world I cannot do is to shake the loyalty of a lowly person.

Miss, although the potato is hot, please take care of yourself."

Mo Yan rarely threatened Mu Qiao Xi with such vague words. He was armed with a gun and a stick. For a moment, Mu Qiao Xi couldn't tell what his intentions were.

Mu Qiaoxi looked away and could only pretend not to hear what Mo Yan said.

"It's getting late, what are you doing here as a servant? Go back to where you belong."

Mo Yan stood up, and the dark patterns on his blue clothes were flowing in the sunlight, making it particularly strange and moving.

Mu Qiaoxi looked at the ripple-like lines on it, and for a moment she was a little obsessed.

Mo Yan's slight sneer awakened Mu Qiao Xi's embarrassment.

"What are you doing standing around here? Get out of here!" Mu Qiaoxi scolded him guiltily, but there was a chill on the back of his neck.

The latter didn't say much. After a perfunctory salute, he turned around and left.

Three days later, Mu Qiaoxi rarely got up early and hurriedly put her makeup in front of the dressing table.

When Hongxiu arranged her hair, she was so nervous that her palms became sweaty and she wiped them with a handkerchief several times.

"Miss, His Royal Highness has arranged a carriage at the corner gate. The news is that you can just get on and the coachman will take you to the place designated by His Highness."

Si Shaoqing acted secretly and cautiously, determined to keep the situation under his complete control before finalizing the meeting.

Mu Qiaoxi got into the carriage. The windows on both sides were sealed with opaque gauze, making it impossible to tell where she was going.

Sitting opposite, Hongxiu nervously wrinkled the hem of her skirt, and Mu Qiaoxi patted the back of her hand comfortingly.

The carriage gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop, and the driver opened the door.

"Miss, please get out of the car. My young master is inside." The driver was thick-boned and obviously a martial arts practitioner.

Mu Qiaoxi nodded and got out of the carriage. Only then did she see clearly that they were now in the suburbs. The house in front of them looked like a dyeing workshop?

Hongxiu timidly followed Mu Qiaoxi to the door, but was blocked by two guards who had brought her there.

"My young master only invited Miss Mu Da."

Hongxiu wanted to argue, but Mu Qiaoxi stopped her. She signaled Hongxiu to feel at ease with her eyes, and walked into the dyeing workshop alone.