The male supporting role in Quick Transmigration, please don't be a demon

Chapter 138 The Bamboo Horse Is Xiao Qingmei's 21
Outside the house, rustling noises woke Mu Zuihuan from his sleep.

He opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his head, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

After a long pause, Mu Zuihuan finally realized where he was.

He got up and put on his clothes, and when he was about to walk out of the room, the door of the outer room was pushed open.

Li's aunt took a basin of hot water and put it on the wooden stand. When she turned around, Mu Zuihuan opened the curtain and came out.

"The girl is awake? It's just right, I've already prepared the morning meal, and the girl can eat it after washing up."

Mu Zui thanked him with a smile, and looked outside the house: "What happened outside? Look at me, I'm so sleepy. But Brother Li brought someone to move the tree?"

The aunt of the Li family smiled lovingly: "That's not true. After I went back yesterday, I told my family member that he went out immediately after dinner, and asked Da Lang to lead his people to work early this morning. But are you arguing with the girl?"

"With these distances, how can you disturb me?"

After washing up, Mu Zuihuan, who was sipping on the morning food, never let go of his frowning eyebrows.

She is very wrong today.

But what was wrong, she couldn't tell.

Flipping through the memories over and over again, the memories she regards as the most important have not been cleared by Mr. Wu.

As for the memory of the previous planes, except for the deep memory and bits and pieces of Bai Yuxianzun, and knowing how many planes he has experienced, there is no trace left.

"Ann, my lord is your partner. No one will cheat you, will you? What good does cheating you do to me? It's too late to hold you and beg you."

Mu Zui is happy and silent.

She doesn't believe it.

I don't know who suppressed her cultivation at the beginning, causing her to suffer countless whips.

However, she couldn't find what was wrong, so she could only believe its nonsense.

After eating the morning food, the people who were busy outside were also done.

Mu Zuihuan didn't intend to show up, but gave Li's aunt a bank note: "Auntie, please settle the wages for me."

Aunt Li didn't refuse, and went out with the silver ticket.

The people who did the work only put in a lot of effort, and the wages were small, but the tree cost some money.

After Li's aunt left, Mu Zuihuan walked around the room.

I don't know how Shen Ye is going.

Whether it's a matchmaker who comes to make a matchmaking or an exchange of invitations, she can't come by herself.

Let's not say that she doesn't understand these, even if she understands, she can't play in person, which makes her feel like she hates getting married.

Mu Zuihuan held back his thoughts, let's wait for the news from Shen Ye.

His master is a national teacher after all, what if he doesn't want to protect the matchmaker?

Therefore, good spirits do not have bad spirits.

It was just getting dark, and not long after Li's aunt had left, Shen Ye climbed over the wall with a chill in his body, and knocked on Mu Zuihuan's door.

After the door opened, Shen Ye's eyes were a little red, staring at Mu Zuihuan, he didn't say anything, and he didn't speak, how lonely he looked.

"Your master doesn't want to?"

Shen Ye's lips parted, and after a while, a hoarse voice came out: "Huanhuan, am I useless?"

Mu Zuihuan saw that his red eyes were water-stained, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Why not?"

"Master said that to become his disciple, you should not be contaminated by love affairs, and you must be alone for the rest of your life..."

"Why, is your master a monk? Or do you need to maintain a virgin body for your master's martial arts?"

Shen Ye's depressed mood was overwhelmed by the phrase 'boy's body', his cheeks flushed a little: "Girls, how can you say such things?"

Mu Zuihuan rolled his eyes at him: "There are not so many rules in cultivating immortals, but your master has strict rules. What does your master say?"

"He said that if I insist on getting married to you, I will abandon my martial arts skills and sever the relationship between master and apprentice with him..."

"Okay, let's cut it off, this Lao Shizi's disciple, if you don't want to be a disciple, you can do it!"

"But without my martial arts, how can I protect you?"

Mu Zuihuan straightened her back: "This girl is very good at martial arts, it's not like you don't know, who wants you to protect her."

Shen Ye scratched his head foolishly: "But, if I lose my martial arts, if something happens at that time, I'm afraid it will implicate you..."

"What are you afraid of, I will just protect you."

Shen Ye only felt that the frustration he received from his master was easily soothed by these words.

He could tell that Huanhuan said this not because of his previous life, but because of him, Shen Ye!
For a moment, my heart was filled with emotion and joy: "When the sun rises, I will have this master-student relationship with Master."

Just about to turn around, Mu Zuihuan grabbed his sleeve: "Take me with you tomorrow."

Shen Ye's eyes were full of tenderness: "Don't go, just wait for me to come back with peace of mind."

Although the tone is very gentle, but the meaning is very firm.

Mu Zuihuan didn't say anything more, let go of his hand, and watched him climb over the wall and leave.

How painful is it to abolish her martial arts, how could she not know?

From the moment he came and mentioned that Master was unwilling to protect the matchmaker, she knew Shen Ye's plan.

This is his decision, of course she will not stop it.

When she said she wanted to protect him, she didn't just say it casually.

If one day he regrets his choice today, just because he is the reincarnation of the immortal, she can also rely on her own means to make him practice martial arts again.

Without thinking about it, I went to bed early.

Before dawn, Mu Zuihuan got up, secretly found an unobtrusive place, and waited for Shen Ye to go out.

After half a stick of incense, Shen Ye stepped out of the room.

Glancing at the courtyard wall, he went out firmly and got into the carriage.

Xu's thoughts were so complicated that he failed to notice that Mu Zuihuan was following him not far or near.

After getting out of the carriage, he stood still for a moment, and entered the palace without any hindrance from that face.

Now when Mao is approaching, the ministers of the previous court entered the palace early, leaving a group of carriages waiting outside.

Mu Zuihuan felt it carefully, but did not break into the palace easily.

Her martial arts are not bad, but the imperial palace is also crouching tiger, hidden dragon, so it is not easy to break into it.

What would Shen Ye do if she capsized in the gutter?
Taking advantage of the driver's inattention, Mu Zuihuan got into the carriage.

I took a look at the structure of the carriage.

The carriage looks inconspicuous from the outside, but it has all internal organs inside.

Following the national teacher, although he can only be alone, he will have food, clothing, reputation and status.

She thought, if she were Shen Ye, she would stabilize the national teacher first, learn everything she should learn, then kick the national teacher away, and become the national teacher herself.

At that time, what do you want to do is not your own decision?

"No conscience! I don't even look at who he is for."

"Then the question is, in Zhou Yanran's memory, is Shen Ye's choice the same as today?"

It's not good to say that Mu Zuihuan has no conscience.

After all, in Zhou Yanran's memory, Shen Ye not only made the same choice, but also ended up miserable.

Compared with Zhou Yanran's behavior, Mu Zuihuan simply doesn't have a conscience.

Mu Zui was waiting happily in the carriage when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves. He opened the curtain and looked outside through the gap.

A carriage was led by two rows of guards, heading towards the palace gate.

After reaching Shen Ye's carriage, the group also stopped.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man leaned forward and glanced at Shen Ye's carriage.

"I have seen His Highness King An."

King An showed a warm smile: "How long has Young Master Ye been in the palace?"

"Return to Your Highness, my son has already entered the palace for a long time."

King An nodded, turned around and whispered into the carriage, "Yanran, wait for me for a while, and I will take you to Baoyang Temple to offer incense after I tell my father and queen."

(End of this chapter)