Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

In the mortal realm, Quanxiang Village.

As the New Year approaches, villagers begin to prepare for the New Year. Every household puts up window decorations, writes couplets, and visits relatives and friends, making the place very lively.

Big red lanterns were also hung in the Mu family's courtyard, from the gate to the main hall, looking particularly festive.

Yan Junqing had outstanding literary talent and beautiful calligraphy, so there was an endless stream of villagers coming to the Mu family to ask for couplets.

The old lady liked lively occasions, so she asked her filial sons and grandsons to set up tables and chairs in the main room and lay out pens, ink, paper and inkstone for her granddaughter-in-law to write couplets.

As more and more people asked for couplets, Yan Yunqing's reputation spread more and more widely.

Some families with smart ideas wanted to marry into the Mu family, but were afraid of the ferocity of the two tigresses, so they set their sights on her.

As a result, Qin became even more depressed.

No one wants the two daughters who are about to get married, and the married daughter-in-law is particularly popular. The number of people proposing marriage is increasing day by day, and it seems that the trend cannot be stopped.

No matter how she thinks about it, the mother-in-law feels aggrieved.

He wanted to chase the matchmaker away with a broom and beat her up.

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"Is Sister Qin at home?"

She was feeling depressed when another matchmaker came in.

A big fat face like a round pancake, painted like an opera singer, with shrewd little eyes, constantly looking towards the west wing where Yan Junqing lived.

"No."

Qin was sweeping the snow and didn't even raise her head. She retorted in annoyance.

"Uh."

The matchmaker paused, and her hand that was swinging the big red handkerchief shook, and the handkerchief almost fell to the ground.

"Mrs. Wang, you're here again?"

The old lady in the room was watching with amusement, and she lifted the curtain with her cane to greet the matchmaker.

"Hello, ancestor!"

The matchmaker's eyes lit up instantly. She carefully walked around Qin, took small steps, and ran to the door of the main room.

"come in."

The old lady was trying to tease her and was laughing happily.

"okay."

The matchmaker mistakenly thought that the old lady sincerely welcomed her, and she smiled with joy, lifted the curtain and stepped over the threshold.

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In the main room, Yan Yunqing was writing couplets. Several villagers who came from neighboring villages to write were gathered around the desk.

When she was young, she was also a famous talented woman in Kyoto.

She is full of poetry and books, gentle and generous, and has a stunning appearance.

As people approach middle age, their faces not only do not age, but they become more reserved and subtle.

The more you watch, the more you become fascinated by it.

The villagers gathered around the desk were all looking at her quietly.

A hot-blooded young man's heart beat faster and his ears turned red.

"Tsk, tsk."

The matchmaker smacked her lips, clicked her tongue twice, and sighed sincerely.

A beauty is indeed a beauty.

This gentle and charming temperament is different from that of a fierce tigress.

"Mrs. Wang, why are you here again?"

The old lady poked her cane hard to divert her attention to herself: "You run three times a day, and the threshold of our house has been broken by you."

"Hey, old lady."

The matchmaker was thick-skinned and didn't take it seriously. Instead, she was proud of it: "I'm here to congratulate you."

"What's the good news?"

The old lady pretended not to know and teased with a smile: "Apart from the two famous tigresses in our family, there is nothing worth your concern."

"Cough cough."

The matchmaker now understood that the old lady was unhappy that they looked down on her two granddaughters and was deliberately insulting her.

"tigress?"

"What tigress?"

"Do we have a tigress in our family?"

"Why didn't I know?"

Mu Yulin happened to be at home. When she heard the noise in the main room, she lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Cough cough."

The matchmaker became even more embarrassed. She coughed twice and her old face turned red.

"It's so hard to rest at home for a few days, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The old lady looked at her granddaughter who came in carelessly, sat on the chair, crossed her legs, and had no feminine charm at all, and shook her head helplessly.

"I'm used to being an escort outside, traveling day and night."

Mu Yulin picked up a walnut from the plate, crushed it with her hands, threw the kernel into her mouth, and chewed it very vigorously.

The matchmaker heard a crisp sound and shuddered with fright.

It was as if what she was crushing was not a walnut shell, but her own neck.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Lin."

Jiang handed her another walnut with a distressed look on her face.

"It's not hard."

Mu Yulin took it with a smile, and with a click, she crushed it with one hand.

The matchmaker was terrified. She swallowed and dared not say another word.

"What is Mrs. Wang doing here?"

Mu Yulin was trying to find something to say, and she was thinking the same thing as the old lady, teasing her: "Just now I seemed to hear something like a tigress, who was she talking about?"

"Second Miss, you are joking. I didn't say anything..."

The matchmaker was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. Even if she was beaten to death, she would never dare to say the word "tiger" in front of Mu Yulin.

"She is a matchmaker, what can she do here?"

Jiang smiled and tried to join in the fun, glancing towards the desk seemingly unintentionally.

"Yeah, I got it."

Mu Yulin slapped her thigh and suddenly realized: "So you are here for my sister-in-law, and you want to propose marriage to her? No, my sister-in-law is gentle and virtuous, and she doesn't look like a tigress at all."

"hehe."

The old lady was amused by what she heard, and pretended to be angry, saying with a smile: "You are such a careless girl, how can you talk about your sister-in-law like this?"

"Did I said wrong thing?"

Mu Yulin looked innocent: "My eldest sister-in-law is famous for her gentleness and virtue, otherwise she wouldn't have given birth to such a well-behaved and lovely daughter like Sister Yan."

"Uh-huh."

The old lady found it pleasing to the ear and agreed with a smile: "That makes sense."

"Mrs. Wang."

Mu Yulin smiled sinisterly, deliberately teasing her: "You are an incompetent matchmaker. You didn't even know the ropes before you came to propose marriage. You came rashly. No wonder you came so many times but nothing worked out..."

"What's the trick?"

The matchmaker was dumbfounded when she heard this, and she flattered him: "Second Miss, can you show me a way out?"

"I can tell from the looks of it that you're not from Quanxiang Village."

Mu Yulin crossed her legs and scolded her: "You don't know that in our Mu family, the head of the family is not the old lady, nor my mother, but someone else."

"Is there anyone else?"

The matchmaker was really dumbfounded this time, and was stunned: "Except for Sister Qin and the old lady, who can be the head of the Mu family?"

"You are stupid."

Mu Yulin deliberately kept it a secret: "I don't think you know either."

"hey-hey."

The matchmaker asked shamelessly, "Second Miss, please stop teasing me and just speak frankly, okay?"

"to make!"

Mu Yulin's voice suddenly rose several degrees, and she exuded a domineering tone: "Since you are so sincere, I will tell you..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly became quiet. Not only the matchmaker, but even the villagers who came to ask for a marriage proposal, all pricked up their ears intently.

"Hahaha."

Mu Yulin slapped her thigh and almost burst out laughing.

"Second girl."

The matchmaker couldn't wait any longer and urged: "Stop playing tricks on us and tell us quickly."