Mrs. Mu¡¯s body was taken out of the War Spirit Base and cremated on the third day of the Lunar New Year. She was laid to rest and buried in Xinye Cemetery.
The weather was bad on the third day of the Lunar New Year, with heavy snow falling.
Old Mrs. Mu¡¯s official funeral letter was that she passed away due to illness. Not many guests came to express condolences. Most of them were old Mrs. Mu¡¯s poker friends and close friends who had a good relationship with the Mu family.
On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Mu Zhao asked Mo Nian to go to Lingjue Temple to offer incense.
When she met Master Miaokong and said goodbye to him, Master Miaokong gave her a letter, saying that Mrs. Mu had pressed it on him before she was alive.
He originally planned to express it to her, but when she came, he gave it to her personally.
Mu Zhao opened the letter in the Zen room where he was resting. There were only a few words: "Take grandma's ring to Butterfly Island to find the pattern on the ring. Your roots are hidden there! After reading it, burn the letter!"
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After returning to the Mu family¡¯s old house from Lingjue Temple, she was thinking about going to Butterfly Island.
Since she came back from the War Spirit Base that day, she has lived in the Mu family's old house.
She was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking that it was unrealistic to live openly and openly. Although Sheng Xixiu had given her a certain amount of space and freedom recently, the number of people supervising her daily life was also increasing day by day.
In the evening, Sheng Xixiu appeared.
He came early today. He usually wouldn't come over, and even if he came over, she would be asleep in the middle of the night.
Mu Zhao got off the swing and looked at the man walking over before leaving without even saying hello.
Their relationship has been cold for several days, and Sheng Xixiu is not surprised.
He blocked her way and said, "Go back to the Sheng family's old house tonight."
Mu Zhao said calmly: "Oh, what does it have to do with me?"
"You go with me."
¡°I don¡¯t want to go, is that okay?¡±
Sheng Xixiu said with a sullen face, "No."
Mu Zhao chuckled: "If it's not possible, why do you have to talk to me in a negotiating tone? You can just ask Shengzhuang to convey the instructions. Why bother coming here in person?"
Speaking of this, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and said sarcastically: "Which gentle country did you get this perfume smell from? It can't be the disabled Su Wanwan, right?"
Mu Zhao just said this casually, not wanting to know the answer at all.
After she finished speaking, she turned around. At this time, the old housekeeper of the Mu family, Tong Butler, hurried over holding a snow-white puppy.
He nodded slightly to Sheng Xixiu, and then said to Mu Zhao with a faint smile: "Miss, Mr. Nancheng sent someone to bring you a pure Samoyed. The puppy is one and a half months old, and he is very cute."
Mu Zhao¡¯s eyes lit up, ¡°Do you have a name?¡±
"Probably not yet," Tong Guanjia said.
Mu Zhao stretched out his hand to hug the dog, but was stopped by Sheng Xixiu, "Like dogs? I can give you ten or eight, but other men can't give them to you."
Mu Zhao slapped his hand away in a funny way: "It's not a rare gift from you, I just like this one."
"Stupid dog, what's there to like?"
"Woof!" The little puppy slurped angrily and stared at the man with watery eyes. It was meant to be provocative. You are the stupid dog. My mother will beat him up for being a slanderous person.
Mu Zhao ran his hand along the furry head of the little puppy: "Are you going to take care of me even if I have a dog?"
Sheng Xixiu looked at the soft look on her brows and could see that she really liked her. There was something flashing in her eyes, "You can keep her if you want."
The little puppy squealed and snorted into Mu Zhao's arms, seeming very happy.
Mu Zhao touched its two ears and said to himself: "What should I call it?"
"Take a photo!" The man spat out two words from his thin lips. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com