Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

A martial arts arena.

Mu Yunlong got up early and led the soldiers to sweep the snow on the field.

Several new recruits were in a playful mood, waving brooms and chasing each other.

Mu Yunlong, with his youthful heart, also joined in and took the lead in a snowball fight.

The soldiers were so busy laughing that they didn't notice a tall and handsome figure with black hair and black clothes standing outside the venue.

One of the soldiers, by chance, threw a snowball which hit the man right in the center.

The man remained motionless, watching the scene in front of him, and suddenly some images flashed through his mind.

It seems that this scene is very familiar, as if I have seen it thousands of times.

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"Uncle San, you're here."

When Mu Yunlong saw the person coming, he was delighted and ran over dragging the broom.

"Snow should be swept like this."

Mu Xiao suddenly became interested, took the broom from him, and swung it around twice.

Suddenly, his aura changed, and a surge of powerful energy emanated from his body.

The broom in his hand seemed to have turned into a spear that frightened the enemy.

He brandished the spear and, relying on his body's instinct, performed the Mu family's spear techniques that he had practiced since childhood.

Wherever the tip of the gun passed, the snow flew into the sky.

Soon, a regularly shaped circle formed within dozens of meters in front of him.

Within the circle, all the snow drifted away and turned into nothingness.

"it is good."

The soldiers watching the scene were very interested and cheered loudly.

"I am coming too."

Mu Yunlong was in high spirits, so he snatched the broom from a soldier and demonstrated the Mu family's shooting skills with his uncle.

The uncle and nephew's movements were surprisingly consistent, each move was perfectly coordinated, and their nimble and agile figures kept spinning and moving, which made people feel excited.

"it is good."

The soldiers watching were amazed, waving their arms and making a fuss.

"It's great, I finally get to see this scene again."

"The barracks of the Mu Family Army hasn't been this lively for a long time."

"Xiao Lang is back, and the barracks are full of energy again."

"Mu Xiao is a true Confucian general, with a refined demeanor."

"Hahaha, a Confucian general waving a broom and playing in the snow?!"

"Playing in the snow is also a way to relax. A general who cares about his corporals and gets along well with the soldiers is more trustworthy."

"Hahaha, you're right. Come on, let's go over there and sweep the snow for a while."

"You don't want to sweep the snow, you want to play in the snow too, right?"

"You guys go ahead. My old arms and legs can't stand falls. It will be troublesome if I slip."

Outside the martial arts arena, three generals, Yi Liang, Li Qiu and Han Ming, were attracted by the enthusiastic noise.

Li Qiu and Han Ming were stimulated by the uncle and nephew and were unwilling to be left behind, so they also rushed into the venue waving brooms.

Yiliang was older than them and did not join in the fun. He stood on the sidelines, stroking his beard and grinning from ear to ear.

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Xianjian Villa, medicine garden.

A young boy dressed in the clothes of a menial disciple was also using a broom to sweep the snow in the medicinal herb field.

He walked along the neatly-laid ridges of the fields, sweeping the snow into the ditches on both sides, clearing out a path just wide enough for one person to pass.

The medicinal herbs in the medicine field are all extremely cold-resistant spiritual plants and are extremely precious. Each one is worth a lot of money in the mortal world.

Caring for medicinal herbs is a huge responsibility and there is no room for error.

He is also thoughtful and cautious in his work, which is why he was appreciated by the elders of the Service Hall and entrusted with an important task to work in the medicine garden.

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"Your Highness, as a prince, sweeping the floor in the medicine garden every day, don't you feel wronged?"

A slender and graceful figure was like a drifting green smoke, coming from far away and appearing before our eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Miss Yan? It's you."

The young man paused in sweeping the snow and looked at the person who came over with a smile.

A gentle smile is like the warm sunshine in spring, shining into people's hearts.

"Your Highness, Xueyan came here to seek an answer?"

Mu Xueyan got straight to the point and stated her purpose: "Have you considered accepting General Yiliang's request and leading the Mu family army to overthrow the tyranny and restore the government?"

"Miss Xueyan, it's true that no one comes to visit you for no reason."

Murong Chen smiled gently and continued to sweep the snow, seemingly not taking the matter to heart: "You came here just to talk about this?"

"if not?"

Mu Xueyan shrugged her shoulders helplessly, with an expression that she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility, saying, "I'm very busy, I have a family to worry about, how can I have time to wander around?"

"hehe."

Murong Chen was amused by her deliberate acting of a funny person and let out a joyful laugh from his throat.

"His Royal Highness."

Mu Xueyan resisted rolling her eyes because of his status: "You are the legitimate son of the Empress, you should have inherited the throne. Now that you have such a good opportunity, why are you still hesitating?"

"Miss Yan thinks..."

Murong Chen did not answer but asked: "Is this a good opportunity for me?"

Mu Xueyan raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it?"

"Why did the Mu family army rebel?"

Murong Chen still smiled good-temperedly, not showing any sign of being surprised by her rebuttal.

"The government is in chaos, disasters are frequent, and the people are living in misery."

Mu Xueyan said confidently: "All signs show that the old emperor is cruel and inhumane, which is intolerable to heaven."

"Even so..."

Murong Chen laughed and retorted: "It doesn't prove that I am qualified to sit in that position."

"You have."

Mu Xueyan said firmly: "Beichen has been in chaos for a long time. It needs a benevolent and righteous king to reshape the government, care for the people, and let the country recuperate. You are the most suitable candidate."

"How can Miss Yan be sure......"

Murong Chen was puzzled: "Am I the most suitable candidate?"

Because this girl is a prophet and I saw your future ten years ago.

Over the past ten years, the princes have been fighting for power, scheming against each other, and oppressing each other, some dying and some being disabled.

In the end, Murong Chen was the only prince who had the right to inherit the throne.

The old emperor died suddenly due to anger caused by his sons, and he did not leave a will. The princes of various places took the opportunity to rebel, expand their power and seize territory.

All officials were terrified and had no choice but to welcome him back to the palace to inherit the throne.

However, after Murong Chen returned to Kyoto, he was not sitting firmly on the throne.

There are rebellions by princes outside and prime ministers usurping power inside.

Even if he sat on the throne, he was just a puppet emperor.

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"Because I know you."

Mu Xueyan naturally didn't say explicitly that she had seen his future, so she could only find an excuse to evade the question: "From the first time I saw you, I felt that you were definitely not a fish in a pond, and sooner or later you would leap over the dragon gate and soar into the sky."

"Miss Yan is joking."

Murong Chen still didn't believe it: "I am not a lucky fish, and I am not that lucky."

"It's your good luck that you met me."

Mu Xueyan's bright black eyes turned around and she smiled slyly: "Since you met me, your fate has changed. The ugly and speechless prince has become a handsome young man. Isn't this your good luck?"

"Miss Xueyan is really..."

Murong Chen sincerely sighed: "His eloquence is so eloquent that no one can compare to him."