The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

Seeing this scene, Nan Zhao felt refreshed in his heart. Isn't this guy high-sounding and putting on airs?

If you are angry, you can't let it go, the most angry he has a myocardial infarction, it's good to die on the spot!
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Mu Lingshang was taken by Yong Bo to a room she had never been to before.

The closed environment was a bit dark, she folded her arms with both hands, leaned against the corner of the wall, staring at the door.

She waited quietly, although she didn't understand what she was doing here, but she believed that Yong Bo would not harm her.

dong dong dong.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, she stood up straight vigilantly, and looked at the door warily.

crunch--

The door was opened from the outside, and an old face walked in tremblingly on crutches.

As he walked, there was a sound of thump, thump, and it turned out to be the sound of the crutches hitting the ground.

"grandfather!"

Mu Lingshang exclaimed, with a look of joy on his face, he rushed towards the old man and hugged him.

"Okay, girl, take it easy, Grandpa will be overwhelmed by you."

Mu Shang helplessly stroked Mu Lingshang's long hair, his granddaughter was still so innocent and lively.

Thinking of what he was about to tell her, Mu Shang felt more and more heavy, and didn't know how to speak.

Just when he was in trouble, Mu Lingshang carefully noticed the solemnity of his grandfather, let go of his hand, and obediently stood with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa, do you have something important to tell me?"

Mu Shang sighed, another wrinkle seemed to appear on his wrinkled cheeks.

He put his crutches by the wall, and under Mu Lingshang's curious eyes, he walked slowly to the empty gray wall in front of him, and he raised his hand to grope for something on it.

Under his operation, suddenly, the whole room trembled, and Mu Lingshang stumbled and couldn't stand still due to the violent shaking of the ground.

Her pupils dilated, and she looked at the double image caused by the shaking around in horror, and immediately thought of an earthquake!

"Grandpa, let's go, there's an earthquake!"

She roared desperately, and rushed to Mu Shang's side as fast as she could, trying her best to stabilize her feet while pulling Mu Shang vigorously.

"Grandpa, let's go!" Seeing that Mu Shang was still standing there, Mu Lingshang didn't have time to think about why he was not affected by such a big shock, but pushed and shoved Mu Shang's body desperately, trying to move him.

"Okay, Changshang," Mu Shang put one hand on Mu Lingshang's shoulder to calm her down.

Mu Lingshang also seemed to realize that something was wrong. He looked up at the roof and saw that no gravel had fallen, and then turned his head to look at the opposite wall, almost screaming out.

It was like a dark room, and there was another room there, but it was different from the dark room she knew in the past, it seemed to be another world.

The picture frames were placed neatly inside, and the passage inside seemed to have no end. Looking straight ahead, she could only see a piece of blackness, and she stepped in involuntarily.

There were portraits in the picture frames on both sides. She stopped in front of the first picture, raised her head slightly, and looked at the picture.

In that painting is a woman, dressed gracefully and luxuriously, sitting on a chair with her eyes closed tightly, peaceful and peaceful.

But from the wrinkles on the woman's face and her pale complexion, it can be seen that it was her appearance after death.

"Is this... grandma?"

Mu Lingshang's eyes were filled with tears, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the face that was very similar to his own.

She turned her head to look at her grandfather, and saw Mu Shang nodded with complicated eyes, "This is your grandma. When she died, your mother was just 20 years old."

"Why did she die?"

Mu Lingshang didn't want to bring up her grandfather's sadness at first, but she still couldn't help asking the question that had troubled her for so many years.

Ever since she was a child, she always asked about her grandma, and her parents either prevaricated or avoided them, as if there was something shady to hide from her.

Mu Shang did not answer Mu Lingshang, but continued to move forward.

Mu Lingshang took one last look at the woman in the painting, and inadvertently saw an exquisite mirror beside her, and the dim yellow mirror seemed to flicker for a moment.

She rubbed her eyes and felt that she must have seen it wrong. How could the things in the mirror move?
that's too weird
Without thinking too much, she followed behind her grandfather and came to the second painting.

Still a woman.

"This is your grandma."

Mu Shang only made a simple statement, and then walked forward again. Mu Lingshang didn't even have time to ask her about the story, but in a daze, he seemed to see the mirror again.
Is that mirror a family heirloom?

Why is there around grandma, and there is also around grandma?
Does the mother have it?

Mu Shang secretly observed Mu Lingshang's actions, seeing her staring at the mirror in the painting with a puzzled face, he shook his head.

His throat suddenly itched, forcing him to cough violently.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"Is something uncomfortable?"

Mu Lingshang immediately looked away, and patted Grandpa on the back. It took Mu Shang a long time to calm down, and an old voice sounded.

"Shangshang, you are curious about that mirror."

Mu Lingshang nodded and listened carefully to what Grandpa said.

Mu Shang turned around, reached into his bosom tremblingly, and took out a round object.

Mu Lingshang took a closer look, it was the mirror in the painting!
"Is this something inherited from our family?"

There was this mirror on every painting just now, probably something with special significance.

Perhaps, very valuable?
Mu Shang remained silent, and only handed the palm-sized bronze mirror to Mu Lingshang. She took it carefully, and when her fingers touched the edge of the mirror, she was shocked by the special touch.

She didn't seem to be holding anything, just a breeze wafting through her hands, slightly cool, but extremely emptiness.

Clasping the mirror tightly with the palm, another feeling came over me.

The mirror surface, which should have been extremely hard, was unexpectedly soft. If she felt right, the mirror surface seemed to be dented like a piece of cotton, and then bounced back.

The candlelight flooded the mirror, as if it had found a bosom friend, illuminating the dim yellow colored glaze with brilliance.

The round mirror is as big as a palm, and the warm chalcedony edge is so thin that it almost shatters, but the round outline is slightly covered by a layer, and the bronze-colored mirror body can be vaguely seen inside.

On such a thin piece of chalcedony, there are actually five strange stones inlaid.

The candlelight illuminated the mirrors but not them.

Under the darkness, there seemed to be five complicated characters floating in the five round gemstones.

Mu Lingshang went through the dozen or so languages ​​he had learned in his mind, but he couldn't guess what kind of characters it was. Could it be the password of the treasure?
"This mirror is called the Tenth Mirror. Our Mu family can exist in this world only to break its seal."

"These gems are not bright, so they were sealed"

Mu Lingshang rubbed his fingers on those stones and muttered to himself.

"Looking for things, attracting spirits, transforming spirits, suppressing souls, burning the net, Chang'er, remember, this is their power."

? ?
Mu Lingshang was full of doubts, why did she not understand her grandfather who clearly spoke Mandarin?

"Grandpa, can you tell me this in the way a young man speaks?"

Mu Lingshang blinked her big confused eyes. It's almost the 22nd century. Who would believe in gods or ghosts? She's an atheist, okay?
"."

Mu Shang hadn't come out in a solemn and solemn mood at first, but after being interrupted by his granddaughter, he couldn't catch up with the original words.

I had no choice but to explain to her in plain language, but this lost the seriousness of inheritance!

"You know that our Mu family has always changed people but not surnames, so you follow your mother's surname Mu. Our Mu family has a very special existence. To be precise, we should be called the Jingling family.

You are the fiftieth generation descendant of the Mu Family 2, and you need to complete some tasks according to the guidance of the Tenth Mirror to break its seal.

This task is passed on to women but not to men. As for why, you will know later. "

Mu Shang said to Mu Lingshang very easily, but he was full of worries in his heart. He couldn't tell Mu Lingshang about some things because of Shi Shijing's rules.
But what can't be said is a powerful force that she may not be able to resist.

"Ah, Grandpa, I understand, but what will happen if the seal is lifted?"

Just when she still had a head full of questions to ask, she saw her grandfather wave his hand wearily.

Mu Lingshang sighed, like an abandoned dog, hugged the mirror in his arms, turned his head three times a step, and walked out with tears in his eyes.

"Shanger."

Finally she waited for the call, and hurriedly turned around to listen to Grandpa's teaching expectantly.

But never wanted to hear this sentence.

"Remember, meet your mother before your birthday is over."

After all, before Mu Lingshang asked, Mu Shang walked out on crutches, leaving her alone in the dark corridor.

Why do you bring up your mother?
On the way to the banquet, Mu Lingshang carefully recalled the expression of his grandfather when he spoke, and there seemed to be an unspeakable sadness in it.

She suddenly thought of the elders who painted her from generation to generation
All seem to be women.

It seems that they all died when their children were 20 years old.

Hard to do.
Mu Lingshang's pupils suddenly dilated, and he ran desperately towards his mother's room.

The cool wind blew past her ears at an extremely high speed, and the light hair was lifted up, and the warm sweat slowly slid down, leaving a light mark on her fair neck.

Layers of decorations on his body made it extremely inconvenient for Mu Lingshang to move, and the high heels made running extremely slow.

Panting, she walked through almost identical corridors, stepped on the muddy path in the garden, and at some point there were several cuts on her legs, even on her arms.

When the arm rubbed against the mirror, the blood from the wound inadvertently rubbed on the blurred mirror surface.

The bright red blood spread like smoke on the mirror surface as if it had life, and the entire mirror surface gradually became clear.