Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

Mu Yunlong harnessed the carriage, acted as a guard himself, and accompanied his sister into the palace.

The seventeen-year-old boy was handsome and tall, and his heroic figure riding on horseback was particularly eye-catching.

When the brother and sister's carriage left Prince Jing's Mansion, it immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Someone opened the window, poked his head out of the restaurant's street-facing box, and looked outside curiously.

"That person is the king of a different surname personally appointed by the current emperor, Prince Jing, Mu Yunlong?"

"Sure enough, like father, like son."

"Back then, Mu Bai was the most talented young master in Kyoto City. He was a man of both literary and martial talents, and he was gentle and elegant."

"When the tragic news of Mu Bai's death spread, the capital city was filled with weeping. Every household hung up white silk, and many women wanted to jump into the river to die for him."

"Is there such a thing?"

"It is true. I saw it with my own eyes. Someone was so grief-stricken that he jumped into the moat. Fortunately, he was rescued and no tragedy occurred."

"Mu Yunlong is Mu Bai's eldest son. He is indeed like his father and is also an outstanding young man."

"Is Prince Jing married?"

"I don't know, probably not."

"The young prince, who is only seventeen years old, is also the young commander of the Mu family army. He is handsome and will charm many unmarried girls."

"Yes, look at the restaurant across the street. Some people are already throwing flowers and handkerchiefs."

"What's the point of throwing handkerchiefs? You might as well just throw the embroidered ball to recruit a son-in-law."

"Hahaha, they do think that Prince Jing is not someone that those mediocre women can marry. He must at least be the eldest daughter of a noble family."

"Who is in the carriage?"

"To be personally escorted by Prince Jing, his status must be quite high. He must be either the old lady or the head lady of Prince Jing's mansion."

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"Hahaha, you all guessed wrong."

Above the heads of the crowd of spectators who were enjoying the show, the Mirror Spirit's teasing laughter suddenly rang out. Her loud, high-pitched voice drew everyone's attention to her.

"Hey, who is that person?"

"Why are you standing on the peak of the eaves?"

"It's the third floor of a restaurant. A place that high up is no joke."

"That spire doesn't even have a place to stand. It's just a lightning rod as thick as a big toe."

"If your footing slips and you fall, you'll be crippled if not dead."

"We play for excitement, understand?"

"This is the feeling of life hanging by a thread and heart beating faster that I want."

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"Hahaha."

When Jing Ling heard the noise of the crowd, she laughed even more wantonly.

At this moment, she has transformed into a little maid in the Mu family, who looks only twelve or thirteen years old. She has delicate features, but her smile is very bold, giving people an especially eye-catching contrast.

"Little girl, if the person sitting in the carriage is not the old lady or the mistress of the house, then who could it be?"

There was a brief silence among the crowd watching the excitement, and then there was even greater noise.

Someone deliberately teased her and shouted at the top of his voice, attracting more attention.

"Since Prince Jing can personally escort him, he must be a very important person."

The mirror spirit floated on the pointed top of the eaves, swaying from time to time with the wind, which made people tremble with fear.

"Someone very important?"

"Could it be the fiancée?"

"Didn't they say that Prince Jing has no spouse?"

"Where did the fiancée come from?"

"Either your fiancée or your childhood sweetheart?"

"We have been in love since childhood and have decided to spend our lives together..."

"No way! If this person really exists, the crazy girls in Kyoto will jump into the river again!"

"Hahaha."

The onlookers gave a very enthusiastic support and heated discussions, which caused the whole room to burst into laughter.

"You guessed wrong again."

Jing Ling really enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. He swayed on the spire for a few more times before leisurely dropping some explosive news: "The person sitting in the carriage is not Prince Jing's fiancée, nor is she his childhood sweetheart. She is someone who is even more important to him."

"Someone more important?"

"who?"

"Don't keep me in suspense. Just tell me now."

Some people couldn't wait any longer and urged us to do it.

"That's right, tell me now."

"Everyone is waiting."

One person took the lead, and many people seconded the motion, and the crowd became noisy again.

"Hahaha, everyone present, please listen carefully."

The mirror spirit was very satisfied with the effect and laughed wantonly: "Let me tell you who is sitting in the carriage. She is..."

At this point, she deliberately prolonged her voice to keep people in suspense.

When everyone pricked up their ears, held their breath, and the streets were so quiet that there was almost no sound, he leisurely dropped the shocking news.

"Prince Jing's biological sister, the most distinguished person in Prince Jing's mansion, the most beloved by the whole family, the eldest great-granddaughter that the old lady values ​​the most, the little lucky star, Miss Mu."

"hiss?!"

"The eldest great-granddaughter?"

"Little Lucky Star?"

"Miss Mu?"

"Mu Yunlong's sister?"

"When did Mu Bai have a daughter?"

"Hasn't he only got two sons?"

"When did you have a daughter?"

The Mirror Spirit had achieved its goal, and as soon as these words came out, the crowd went wild.

The onlookers were all confused and looked incredulous.

"Hahaha."

Jing Ling smiled very proudly, showing off as much as she could: "You can't guess, right? Do you want to know the inside story? I can tell you."

"miss you!"

The crowd responded in unison, with a level of uniformity comparable to that of soldiers training in a drill ground.

"Hahaha."

Jing Ling smiled even more happily, jumped down from the spire, entered a teahouse diagonally opposite, and sat down on the stage.

The crowd who came to watch the show suddenly became agitated and swarmed into the teahouse, surrounding the stage in an impassable manner.

The teahouse was packed with people, and all you could see were heads.

"Give me a cup of tea."

Mirror Spirit acted arrogantly and bossed things around.

"Here we go."

The owner of the teahouse was so happy that his mouth was crooked with smile. He personally brought a pot of freshly brewed tea and happily handed it to her.

"Quiet."

"Stop talking."

The teahouse waiters also squeezed to the front of the stage in the name of maintaining order.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and pairs of eyes burning with the fire of gossip focused on Mirror Spirit.

"Cough cough."

Jing Ling picked up the teacup, drank a sip of tea properly, and cleared her throat, which whetted everyone's appetite to the extreme.

A waiter very tactfully handed her a fan and a gong.

The storyteller is fully equipped.

Only then did Jing Ling tap his palm with the fan and nodded with satisfaction.

"Boom."

The gong sounds and the show begins.

On the stage, a certain acting master, Jing, spoke with great emotion and saliva flying everywhere.

Below the stage, the crowd of spectators were mesmerized by the performance, as if they were there themselves.

The teahouse was more popular than ever before. People heard the news and rushed in from all directions, blocking the roads hundreds of meters around the teahouse.

Even some officials attending the court were among them, eavesdropping quietly.