funbook-pk Chapter 43 Blessed by Heaven
Chapter 43 Blessed by Heaven
Mu Yan turned her head and saw that Li Yunxi was surrounded by a group of men in black, and her situation was very dangerous.
She quickly stuffed the hairpin into Mu Yunqing's hand, and with a swift movement, she sped off like a gust of wind.
She moved with the lightness of a rabbit and the agility of a swallow, her sword instantly drawn to deflect the sword aimed at Li Yunxi.
Immediately afterwards, she wielded her sword with dazzling skill and engaged in fierce combat with the group of men in black, displaying sharpness in every move.
Seeing that they could not win, the men in black retreated in defeat.
"Are you alright?" Mu Yan rushed to his side.
Li Yunxi bowed slightly and said, "Yunxi is alright. Thank you for saving me, Third Miss."
His voice was gentle and warm, like a clear mountain spring flowing by.
A gentle breeze lifted the hem of his pale blue robe and also stirred the veil covering his face.
Her exposed face was like a finely carved jade, fair with a faint blush, her eyes were long and bright, as if they contained stars, and her eyelashes were thick and curled, like two small fans.
Li Yunxi raised her hand and gently adjusted her veiled hat, her movements elegant and composed, just like a true gentleman.
He looked at Mu Yan, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude, "Third Miss...you saved Yunxi again, Yunxi really doesn't know how to repay you."
Mu Yan sheathed her sword, but before she could speak, Mu Yunqing stepped forward, his eyes slightly wary. "Don't worry about it. My master was just doing what he was told."
Li Yunxi smiled slightly, not caring about Mu Yunqing's attitude, and just quietly looked at Mu Yan, as if waiting for her to speak.
Seeing this, Mu Yan said, "It's a small matter, don't worry about it. But you should be more careful in the future and bring an attendant when you go out."
His eyes dimmed slightly, and he said calmly, "Yun Xi understands."
"Okay, let's go back early and not linger outside. We're leaving now." Mu Yan pulled Mu Yunqing forward.
"Where's the hairpin?" Mu Yan asked him, turning her head to the side.
"lost."
"How could it be lost? That one was the prettiest."
"No matter how beautiful it is, it's gone now."
"Useless, can't even protect a hairpin."
Their voices echoed in the air.
He stood there, watching Mu Yunqing and Mu Yan's departing figures, feeling as if a thousand threads were tangled in his heart, pulling at him painfully.
She had previously refused the arranged marriage, saying she had no feelings for love.
Now, however, she chats happily with other men.
Ultimately, I still don't like him.
They didn't even want him to repay the favor.
"Young master, it's windy tonight, let's go back," the servant boy beside him said softly.
"Okay," Li Yunxi replied and turned to leave.
_
Royal Palace
Anning Hall
A group of men in black knelt before the hall. Xiao Yu'an looked down at them with impatience in his eyes.
"So many people, and they couldn't even take down one man? A bunch of useless trash!"
"Your Highness, please calm down... I was about to succeed when a woman suddenly rushed out and saved Li Yunxi," Fang Li stepped forward and replied.
"A woman?" Xiao Yu'an sneered, stomping hard on Fang Li's hand, and said through gritted teeth, "You can't even handle such a small matter, and you dare to tell me it's because of a woman?"
Fang Li was in so much pain that sweat beaded on her forehead, but she dared not utter a sound or beg for mercy. "Your Highness, everything I have said is true. Please believe me."
Xiao Yu'an kicked her to the ground, "Believe you? What right do you have to make me believe you?"
"Your Highness, please believe me. If this person is not eliminated, she may ruin your plans in the future." Seeing that Xiao Yu'an's expression had softened, she continued, "That woman is agile and her attacks are deadly. She seems to have been specially trained."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu'an immediately became interested. "Is this true?"
"Your Highness, I would not dare to deceive you. If Your Highness requires it, I can draw her likeness."
Xiao Yu'an nodded and gestured to the maid beside him to get paper and pen for Fang Li.
a long time.
Fang Li presented the completed portrait to Xiao Yu'an.
Xiao Yu'an stared at the face before him.
Those eyebrows and eyes belong to Mu Yan, the third young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion.
Wow, you've really kept your true abilities hidden.
So what if someone knows martial arts? If they dare to ruin her plans, even if they're a god, she'll drag them down, chop them up, and throw them into the mud.
May she never be able to rise again.
"Your Highness...do you know this person?" Fang Li asked.
"Ha, it's more than just knowing each other."
"Your Highness means..."
"Let's find a chance to resolve this."
"Yes." Fang Li hesitated for a moment, but still had to agree.
A bird fluttered past the window. Xiao Yu'an, already annoyed, suddenly flicked his sleeve, knocking the teacup off the table. He said sternly, "Remember this! No matter what method you use, you must teach Mu Yan a lesson. If she dares to ruin my plans, I'll make her wish she were dead!"
The men in black responded in unison, which slightly satisfied Xiao Yu'an.
She sat back in her chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest, her eyes filled with malice. "And that Li Yunxi, I thought he had some use, but now it seems he's just a clueless fool. If he gets any closer to Mu Yan, you don't need to be polite. Hmph, anyone who dares to try and take something from me will suffer a terrible end."
After saying that, she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and waved her hand to signal everyone to leave.
_
Along the long street, only a few lights were lit in the air.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.
Mu Yunqing stood beside the table, holding a pen in her hand.
"Write this for me: May you have boundless blessings." Mu Yan said, pointing to the lantern in front of her.
"Okay," Mu Yunqing replied, picking up his pen to begin writing.
The handwriting is elegant and neat, truly beautiful.
"Alright." He handed the lantern with the prepared words to Muyan.
"Let me see," Mu Yan said, taking the lantern with a smile in her eyes. "Your handwriting is quite beautiful." She then took a tinderbox and lit the lantern.
Mu Yan gently released the lantern, her gaze following it closely, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.
This time, the lantern contained only her wish.
There was no one else.
All she wants is for her to have boundless good fortune.
Mu Yunqing stood to the side, gazing at the lamp with her.
The night was as dark as ink, the autumn light was desolate, and only a solitary lamp shone, the wind blowing the lamp and making people's faces appear and disappear.
As the lanterns gradually descended, Mu Yan said in a deep voice, "Let's go, the lanterns are about to go down."
Mu Yunqing did not leave with her. Instead, he reached for the bow and arrow beside him and took a few steps forward.
His eyes were slightly closed, his gaze sharp, fixed firmly on the lanterns in the distance.
With the right hand gripping the bow firmly and the left hand gently resting on the bowstring, the fingers long and strong, a slight pull is used to draw the bowstring to its full length.
With a soft twang of the bowstring, the arrow shot out like a meteor, hitting the lantern in the distance with perfect accuracy.
The lantern instantly exploded, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.
"In this way, it will not fall."
Mu Yan's eyes widened, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She hadn't expected Mu Yunqing to do such a thing, and for a moment she didn't know whether to laugh or be moved.
"How did you shoot the lantern down?" Mu Yan turned around and asked him.
Mu Yunqing put down his bow and arrow and slowly walked towards her. "Things that carry our thoughts will lose their power if they fall."
"You actually believe what they say to coax a child?" Mu Yan teased him.
"It's meant to amuse children," Mu Yunqing replied, and stepped forward.
Mu Yan is three years younger than him.
"Do you still remember that supervisor from the Water Conservancy Bureau?" Mu Yan quickly walked to his side.
"remember."
"She's been arrested and is about to be executed. It's truly gratifying!"
"Oh? Really? How did you get arrested?"
"I don't know, my mother didn't tell me, but I heard that the person who arrested her is quite powerful."
Mu Yunqing was secretly delighted, but only gave a faint "Mm" in response.
"Pity……"
"What's a pity?" he pressed.
Unfortunately, she didn't capture the person, and she ended up getting stabbed for nothing, gaining nothing in return.
"It's nothing, let's go."
"good. "
_
next day
Fu Chenju
The autumn rain pattered against the pomegranate branches outside the window, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, making it quite noisy.
"Mu Dong." Song Qi'an raised his hand to cover his ears. "Why is it so noisy?"
"Young master, it's raining outside," Mu Dong replied softly.
He seemed to remember something and suddenly sat up in bed. "Mu Dong, I fell asleep last night..."
"It's alright." A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he grinned and said, "The lantern festival happens every year, but your sleepiness isn't as good as it was last night."
"I knew you wouldn't blame me!" Song Qi'an said loudly. "Help me change my clothes."
"Yes." Mu Dong turned to the wardrobe to get clothes. "Young master, which one would you like to wear today?"
"You decide," Song Qi'an replied casually, bending down to put on his shoes.
"Okay." Mu Dong took the clothes and came to him, straightening them for him.
Song Qi'an hummed a little tune and said cheerfully, "Tie your belt loosely, otherwise it will be difficult to move around."
Mu Dong nodded and re-fastened his belt.
"What's wrong? Why the expression?" he asked, looking down at him.
“No…” Mu Dong paused, avoiding Song Qi’an’s gaze, and said softly, “Young Master, it’s done.”
Last year at the lantern festival, Song Qi'an said he would take him to see the lantern festival.
He specially changed into a nice outfit and waited outside the door early, but Song Qi'an went to drink with others.
He completely forgot about it the next day.
Song Qi'an slept until now during this year's lantern festival. Although he remembered it, the festival had long since ended.
I couldn't go again this year.
"Next year, I'll definitely take you next year," Song Qi'an said earnestly. "If I don't go, I'll be a dog, I swear!"
Mu Dong looked at the person making the oath in front of him, his eyes brightening slightly. "Alright, young master, take me again next year."
Song Qi'an nodded and put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't do that again, you look terrible with that long face!"
"Mu Dong understands."
"Good to know. Let's go," Song Qi'an said, stepping forward. "Go find your master for a cup of tea."
_
The main hall of the Marquis's residence
Du Yanqiu and Song Qinghe were discussing something.
Du Yanqiu took a sip of tea and spoke first: "This matter of adding male officials may disrupt the court. What do you think?"
Song Qinghe nodded in agreement: "Lord Du is absolutely right. Our dynasty has always governed the country with women in office. If we rashly add male officials, it may cause trouble."
“Yes, since ancient times, women have been the main officials,” she said, feigning profundity. “Why does Your Majesty suddenly want to add male officials?”
"Perhaps there is someone in the court whom she favors."
"It's not impossible, but I've never heard of any son of a family being appreciated by His Majesty."
“Sigh,” Song Qinghe sighed, and said slowly, “It is difficult to fathom the heart of a ruler. We only need to do our duty and offer reasonable advice.”
A calculating glint flashed in Du Yanqiu's eyes. He put down his teacup and said, "You have always been upright and incorruptible. Why don't we offer our advice to His Majesty together tomorrow?"
Song Qinghe responded and was about to speak when she caught sight of Song Qi'an peeking out from outside the door.
“Since you have family matters to attend to,” Du Yanqiu said, bowing to him, “then I will take my leave.”
Song Qinghe exchanged a few polite words with her, and after the person had walked away, she turned to look at Song Qi'an.
Song Qi'an walked in with a grin, bowed to Song Qinghe, and said, "Mother, it's been a long time."
Song Qinghe gave him a helpless look. "You reckless fool, what brings you here today? Did you get into trouble again?"
Song Qi'an scratched his head. "What are you saying? Can't I have come here specifically to visit you?"
"You never come here unless you have something to say, so hurry up and tell me." Song Qinghe sat back down in her chair.
Song Qi'an leaned forward and whispered, "Mother, I just heard that His Majesty wants to add more male officials. I want to try it out."
Song Qinghe's eyes widened. "You? You only know how to have fun all day long. How would you know anything about court affairs?"
"Although I am a bit playful, I also want to make something of myself. Moreover, I have heard that His Majesty's addition of male officials is also intended to change some social customs. Why can't I participate in it?" Song Qi'an explained with a serious expression.
After pondering for a moment, Song Qinghe shook her head. "This is not a good idea. Not to mention the fierce power struggles in the court, you have no experience whatsoever. If you go up there, you will only be at the mercy of others."
Song Qi'an, however, was unwilling to give up. He tugged at Song Qinghe's sleeve and pleaded, "Mother, please help me. Just give me some directions." Song Qinghe looked at her son like this and felt conflicted.
"You've never cared about politics before, so why have you changed your mind today? Could it be that your friends are stirring things up again?"
“No, it’s my own idea to go,” Song Qi’an said, pursing his lips. “My friends aren’t as bad as you think.”
Song Qinghe snorted coldly, "You're just blinded by your own involvement. People only get close to you because they're after your money and power."
"So you mean that Lord Du's friendship with you is also for your own benefit?" Song Qi'an asked him in return.
Song Qinghe rolled her eyes at him. "I've known her since childhood. I know her character best. What could she possibly want from me?"
"Wealth and power?"
"When have you ever seen the Du family lack these things?" Song Qinghe said calmly, her words full of protectiveness.
"You said I'm stupid? I think you are too!"
"presumptuous!"
"You just know how to scare me with that," Song Qi'an said as he ran away. "I can't say a word else!"
Enraged, Song Qinghe stood up and pointed at Song Qi'an's departing figure, shouting, "You unfilial son, see how I deal with you!"
Despite saying this, she couldn't help but worry in her heart. She knew the court was treacherous and absolutely did not want Song Qi'an to get involved.
Moreover, it is still unknown whether the matter of becoming a male official is feasible. Song Qi'an is playful by nature, and if he were to actually enter the court as an official, who knows how much gossip he would receive.
_
The next day at court, the two stood out from the queue.
The Empress sat on her phoenix throne, her sharp gaze sweeping over the ministers below, and asked in a cold voice, "What have you all thought about the matter of adding male officials that I mentioned before?"
His Highness fell silent, and the ministers looked at each other, none daring to speak first.
Du Yanqiu coughed, signaling Song Qinghe to join in the advice.
Upon hearing the sound, Song Qinghe stepped forward, but Du Yanqiu remained motionless.