Then, Mu Zhihuan took out the powder and used it to show it to Wu Miao: "And this powder, it's a little thick too, can't it be our way of powdering it? If it doesn't work, we'll change it to another tool. "

But that shouldn't be the case. The ancient medicine was very exquisite.

Wu Miao lowered his head in embarrassment: "I thought it would be too thin to wipe it across my face .. and then I did a little rough. "

"I did." Mu Zhihuan suddenly realized, "It should be a little more thin, it should be better if it is as thin as the flour."

Wu Miao nodded his head: "Ok, I'll go back and improve it."

Seeing the guilt on Wu Miao's face, Mu Zhihuan realized that he had given her too much pressure: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be nervous, we're not talking about this here, it's actually my fault. If I had gone over to do it with you, this wouldn't have happened."

"No, it's because I don't understand what you mean. Miss Zhihuan, you have already done very well."

Wu Miao knew that Mu Zhihuan was using her method of consoling herself and felt warm in her heart.

Seeing that she had relaxed, Mu Zhihuan laughed: "Then you've done very well, don't blame yourself, this is a domain that you don't know about, let's explore it together."

Wu Miao nodded his head: "En, then I will return first, after I'm done improving, I will send it over to you again."

"I'll send you off."

Mu Zhihuan stood up and walked with Wu Miao to the back door, watching her walk off. Looking at her strong back, Mu Zhihuan felt like she could see her own face right after the Old Headmaster died.

He also relied on his own strength to support the entire orphanage. Those days were like being in hell.

Just as she was about to turn around and return to the residence, Mu Zhihuan heard a woman's alarmed cry from not too far away.

Before he even arrived, he heard a teasing voice, "You got this new product? Your store is already closed, what's the use of having new products go harmoniously? How about you give it to me and I'll sell it for you? "

Wu Miao was surrounded by a few grown men, her entire body was trembling, but her eyes were unyielding: "Pah! What the hell are you? A despicable person who only knows how to play tricks is worthy to sell things that I make? "

A mouthful of saliva was spat at Hua Song's feet, causing his eyes to turn red from anger. Son! Don't be so shameless! "

"Tie her up and send her to my residence!"

When Mu Zhihuan arrived, she just so happened to see this scene. Mu Zhihuan regretted coming out alone, she should have called the guards over, but she was afraid that before she could call for the other people, Wu Miao would have already been done in by the walking Maltese.

At that moment, Mu Zhihuan didn't know what to do, and coincidentally met Wu Miao's gaze.

She immediately used her mouth to allow Wu Miao to stall for time, then went to the mansion to call for help herself.

Wu Miao was smart, she understood everything in an instant and started to hurt Hua Song: "Heh! Snatching a commoner? Do you really think that the Son of Heaven is living in his own house? "

Hua Song scoffed in disdain, "Then it can still be counted as half my home! The Consort Xian Empress of the palace is my aunt, so you can rely on this. Can I just walk on this street? "

Wu Miao's heart sank. From the looks of it, Hua Song did not seem to be boasting at all, and if what he said was true, wouldn't Mu Zhihuan have offended that person from the palace by bringing people from the Duke Palaces over to save him?

She couldn't let Mu Zhihuan get into this trouble! Wu Miao bit her lips in frustration, a look of despair flashing past her eyes.

Seeing that Wu Miao's eyes had dimmed, a hint of satisfaction flashed past her eyes.

"Come, tie this woman up and bring her back .."

Before he could even finish his sentence, he suddenly felt his neck turn cold, causing Hua Song's entire body to tremble, and instantly stiffen in place.

Mu Zhihuan walked out of the group of palace guards, and glared at Hua Song with cold anger: "You're quite bold, coming to find trouble with me time and time again, I normally don't want to fuss about it with you, why are you still clamoring all this time?"

Hua Song looked at the sword on his neck that was emitting a cold light, his face pale white. Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this! "

"I don't want to know who you are. Do you know who I am?"

Mu Zhihuan snorted, she retrieved a sword from one of the palace guards' hands and pointed it straight at Hua Song's face: "Insolent bastard, why aren't you kneeling down when you meet this wangfei!"

This explosive voice was filled with vigor. It frightened Hua Song and his subordinates so much that they all kneeled on the ground and trembled.

Wu Miao didn't think that not only would Mu Zhihuan arrive so quickly, she had even revealed her identity. She went up and pulled on Mu Zhihuan's sleeves, indicating that she should be fine and forget about it.

But this time, Mu Zhihuan was really determined to teach this Hua Song a lesson.

This wasn't the first time he had committed a crime. If he didn't knock it out properly, it would only worsen the next time.

Using the sword in her hand, Mu Zhihuan slashed across Hua Song's face, instantly causing him to bleed profusely, while Hua Song screamed out in pain.

Hua Song covered his face with one hand and pointed at Mu Zhihuan with the other. You actually destroyed my face? "

Mu Zhihuan scoffed in disdain, "You're so shameless, I won't draw the line for you anymore, and am waiting for you to harm others?"

"You! Just you wait! " Hua Song's forehead was drenched in sweat from the pain. His originally unsightly face had become terrifyingly distorted because of his malevolence.

Mu Zhihuan did not care about him at all, and directly threw the sword back to the guards: "All of you, take these people back and personally deliver them to their Master. Remember, you must return them to Master."

"Yes," the Duke of the city guard acknowledged, and then, Hua Song walked further and further away with an unclean mouth.

Everything happened too quickly, Wu Miao had to walk for a long time before she reacted, she immediately ran in front of Mu Zhihuan, her eyes filled with worry.

"Zhihuan, that Hua Song is not someone simple. Will there be any problems if you deal with him this way?"

Mu Zhihuan curled her lips, it was because she heard Hua Song say that she was Consort Xian's nephew that she gave such a small lesson.

Otherwise, she would have castrated him. She didn't know if her little punishment would be effective or not.

Now, they could only hope that the guards she sent to take care of Hua Song's father would be able to. She could only let him take charge of his son, otherwise, they would have no choice but to fall out with him.

Who cares if she was the favorite concubine of the Consort Xian, as someone who had watched some palace TV dramas in the 21st century, how could she not play with an ancient person?

"Regardless of him, how are you?"

Mu Zhihuan looked at Wu Miao and realised that she had a messy hair, luckily she came back in time, if not, after Hua Song took her away, she would not be able to get her at home so easily.