The male voice scolded: "She is the master and you are the servant. Whatever she says is what she says. Why are you arguing with her? Isn't this looking for death?"
Not long after, Wenyin walked out with a haggard look.
Mu Yunhan waited until he was gone, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Who?"
A man with a stooped back, scars on his face, and distorted facial features opened the door.
Both times, both sides were surprised.
Mu Yunhan's heart was beating wildly, and he managed not to look surprised or frightened. He looked as usual and said, "I am Mu Yunhan."
The man had already quickly hid in the shadows. Seeing how calm she was, he stood up again, slightly facing her, and hissed: "Young lady Wen Huai has seen her before."
It's very interesting. Generally, people are afraid of scaring others, especially the hostess.
This Wen Huai was afraid of scaring her before. Seeing that she wasn't scared, he actually wanted to scare her?
Mu Yunhan covered his mouth obediently, showing a frightened look: "You...how did you become like this?"
Wen Huai glanced at her and said solemnly: "It was burned."
Mu Yunhan had already realized that something was wrong. Rather than saying that she came looking for the book herself, it was better to say that someone had deliberately led her here.
The purpose was to let her meet Wen Huai and hear a story from the past related to the fire.
She wanted to turn around and leave, but she couldn't stop.
There was a devil called curiosity living in her heart, which tried its best to seduce her and make her eager to know what was going on.
"What fire? The fire that year?"
She stepped into the room with one step, forcing Wen Huai to take a step back. Da Mi closed the door tightly and held it firmly.
Wen Huai swallowed nervously: "Young madam, what do you want to do?"
Mu Yunhan looked around, there was only a small window, a small bed, a table, a stool, a bookshelf, and a small wardrobe.
There is a lamp, a pen, an inkstone, and an ink stick on the table.
There is still ink in the inkstone, and the table is covered with papers full of words. The middle piece is half-written, but the ink is still wet and glowing slightly.
"You are not having an easy life. You are literate and can write well."
Mu Yunhan flipped through the paper and found that he was dictating the contents of a certain book, so his eyes lit up: "Are you dictating?"
Wen Huai lowered his hands and said: "Wen Huai failed to take good care of it and burned many rare and good books. Thanks to the master of the family who did not take Wen Huai's humble life, Wen Huai should try his best to replace these books in his lifetime."
Mu Yunhan said: "Do you remember all the books in it?"
Wen Huai said: "I can only say that I remember part of it. I have been managed by servants for generations. I have been growing up in it since I was a child and have been with books as a companion, so I remember some of it."
Mu Yunhan asked a few more questions about books, and suddenly asked: "Why did you cheat? Is it your fault?"
"It's not the little one." Wen Huai looked up at her and said excitedly: "It's not the little one! Otherwise, the head of the house would have killed the little one."
Mu Yunhan was aggressive: "Who else is it if it's not you? You just said it, it's because of your poor supervision."
Wen Huai said: "It's the eldest young master!"
He suddenly covered his mouth, retreated to the corner, and looked at Mu Yunhan in horror.
Mu Yunhan's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She gasped, rushed over, grabbed Wen Huai's collar tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me what is going on, or I will blame you."