The wide sleeves were like water, dragging on the ground.

The girl is wearing a red dress, looking like a lotus flower every step of the way.

She wore a veil, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

This kind of dress gives people a more imaginative sense of beauty.

People who didn't have much interest in this banquet at first focused their attention at this time.

After all, people like to look at beautiful things, even if it’s just to look at faces, this trip is worth it.

It is said that this talented girl who has been hidden in the Mu family has the best appearance in the world, and is three points more beautiful than her sister Mu Wan.

Mu Chenyu and Wen Ningrui were also sitting under the stage. They couldn't help but feel a little excited when they saw Mu Zhi coming out.

"Xiaozhi is indeed my biological daughter." Wen Ningrui was very satisfied. "If Cang Jue hadn't been the young head of the Cang family, I really felt that Xiaozhi had failed in her marriage."

In fact, if the Cang family hadn't chosen Mu Qian as the mistress of the young family, she would definitely not have fallen in love with Cang Jue.

Her daughter should marry the Fu family or the Ling clan in order to show Xiaozhi's talent.

Innate spiritual roots, innate spiritual roots that are rare in the human race for hundreds of years.

Hearing this, Mu Chenyu frowned and sent a message into the secret: "The Cang family shouldn't know that Xiao Qian is dead, right?"

"So what if you know?" Wen Ningrui smiled disdainfully, "You still don't know the rules of the big family? What they value is always talent."

"Now it is Xiaozhi who has the innate spiritual root. Cang Jue is also devoted to Xiaozhi. What will happen even if the matter is exposed?"

Mu Chenyu said nothing.

"What's more, even the Cang family has hidden it from dad, so the Cang family will never know." Wen Ningrui stroked her nails and raised a smile on her lips, "Moreover, when the Cang family came to apply for the job, they didn't even say who it was.

I just asked for innate spiritual roots by name."

At that time, she hadn't thought about transplanting Mu Qian's innate spiritual roots into Xiao Zhi, so she agreed perfunctorily.

It's not in vain that she has been planning for so many years and finally succeeded today.

Mu Chenyu sighed: "After today's banquet, let's go burn some incense for Xiao Qian. It's so pitiful that she died so early."

Because there was no body at all at that time, only a burial mound was erected.

Moreover, death at an early age represents an unknown event and cannot be buried in the family's ancestral grave.

Therefore, Mu Qian's grave is placed alone on a hillside outside Muwang City.

He had never been there once in so many years, and out of consideration for Wen Ningrui, he never mentioned it.

"Sure." Wen Ningrui agreed, but waved her hand impatiently, "Watch the ceremony first."

**

Fusu just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze without interest.

He looked at Fufeng on the side and chuckled: "Third brother, do you think these people are blind?"

Although I haven't seen the face yet, I don't know how much worse than Xiao Qian is with those eyes.

Dull and dull, empty and thin.

Fufeng answered calmly: "He is blind."

Also stupid.

Fusu propped his elbows, turned his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Xiaoyuan, you have been watching what the third brother is doing. Don't you think your seventeenth uncle is not good-looking?"

Fu Yuan woke up suddenly, but her expression did not change much. She still had a cold face and her voice was cold: "Uncle Seventeen, please be more serious."

But if you look closely, you can see a flash of unnaturalness in her eyes.

"If you were serious, it wouldn't be you and your Seventeenth Uncle." Fusu thought thoughtfully and smiled slightly, "Come on, Xiao Yuan, you definitely don't want to watch this banquet, right? What kind of genius girl is this without you?

Beautiful, why not go out for a walk with Uncle Seventeen."

Hearing this, Fu Yuan frowned: "Uncle Seventeen..."

Before he finished speaking, Fufeng interrupted: "Remember to come back later."

"Okay, okay." Fusu nodded with a smile and immediately pulled Fuyuan up, "Your third uncle has spoken, why don't you leave quickly?"

Fu Yuan wanted to say something else, but the situation did not allow her to say any more, so she could only follow Fu Su and leave.

She looked cold and didn't know what she was thinking.

Fusu glanced at her, with a smile on his lips: "I usually say that the third brother looks like he doesn't want to enter strangers, but I didn't expect Xiaoyuan to be even better. How can I get married in the future like this?"

Fu Yuan frowned even more tightly and said in a cold voice: "I don't want to marry."

"Yes." Fusu said lightly, "After all, the technique you practice is the Bingxin method. You cannot be emotional. Once you are emotional..."

He raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Yuan, your cultivation is about to be ruined."

"My niece knows it well." Fu Yuan said coldly, "I don't need Uncle Seventeen to remind me about this."

"Yeah." Fusu smiled and nodded, "Let's go ahead and buy you some jewelry."

Fu Yuan's body stiffened for a moment, but in the end she did not refute.

After Fu Yuan and Fu Su left, another person suddenly sat down next to Fu Feng.

The visitor's voice was scornful, as if he was laughing: "Did the Third Young Master drive away the Seventeenth Young Master and your niece?"

Hearing this, Fufeng turned back and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xiao Yue?"

"No, don't call me that." Cang Yue leaned on the seat, moving lazily, "I'm not that young."

Fufeng was silent for a moment. For the first time, he didn't know what to say. He just said: "You have grown up too."

"Yes." Cang Yue flexed her fingers and tapped on the table, "I haven't seen the Third Young Master for a long time. If you count, it's been seven or eight years."

Fufeng remained silent.

Cang Yue didn't care. She raised her chin and raised her lips with a smile: "How big has the Mu family made with this power? What does the third uncle think?"

Fufeng frowned slightly and responded: "The outside is gold and jade, but the inside is ruins."

After a pause, he asked: "Where is your brother?"

"That brother of mine is really a little blind." Cangyue said, "You said that he wanted a fake wife instead of letting go of a good wife. He must have a weak brain to make such a decision.

?”

Upon hearing this, Fufeng's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he called out the title again: "Xiao Yue."

When he was calm, his eyes were as cold as ice springs. At this time, his energy suddenly rose, and he was handsome and fierce.

"Third uncle, don't look at me like this." Cang Yue shook her fingers, with a hint of pride in her lazy expression, "I'm not the only one who knows some things."

She leaned forward and lowered her voice: "Chu Shang is also a sensible person. Third uncle, your concealment methods are somewhat inadequate."

After saying this sentence, all of a sudden!

The murderous intention increased suddenly, and the spiritual power also flowed secretly.

At the same time, Cang Yue felt a strong danger approaching her.

It's so powerful that it makes people afraid of it.

"I don't want you to tell anyone." Fufeng's eyebrows were cold, "Xiao Yue, you are a smart child, and I don't want to hurt you."

Cang Yue was slightly startled, but instead of getting angry, she laughed: "Third uncle, you are not a person who likes to get angry. Besides, I only know that Qian Qian is still alive, but I don't know where you took her.

"

As soon as he finished speaking, his murderous intention stopped.

Fufeng gathered all his spiritual power and sat still.

"I'm just sorry that I lost a good sister-in-law." Cangyue felt very regretful, "I liked Qianqian quite a lot when I was a child, and I really wanted to be a relative with her at that time. Alas..."

Upon hearing this, Fufeng said calmly: "Cang Jue is not worthy of her."

"That's true." Cang Yue nodded, "My brother's whole heart is devoted to some impostor."

After saying that, he laughed happily again: "I really want to see what he looks like after knowing the truth. It must be very funny."

Fufeng shook his head, as if he was helpless.

He stopped talking. After looking around, he began to close his eyes and rest.

On the stage, Mu Qingcang had given up the central position to Mu Zhi, with loving eyes: "Xiao Zhi, it's your turn."

Mu Zhi was a little nervous, but she knew she couldn't have stage fright. After cheering up in her heart, she smiled and said: "It's an honor to meet you all here. I am Mu Zhi, my father is Mu Chenyu, and my mother is Wen Ningrui."

"Before that, I need to thank someone in particular." After a pause, she raised her voice, "Princess of the Wind Spirit Clan, Your Highness Xuechun."

The guests' eyes converged on the VIP table at the same time, and they saw a woman standing up and saying hello.

Jun Muqian narrowed her eyes. It turned out that the fool who wanted to contract her at that time was the princess of the Wind Spirit Tribe.

It seems that she also helped Mu Zhi.

"Without His Highness Xuechun, I would still have to endure great pain." Mu Zhi choked, "His Highness Xuechun has been kind to me, so I decided to give an eighth-grade medicinal plant to His Highness Xuechun."
To be continued...