"Mu, can you call it a general-Qingyang?" He didn't look at Mu Qingyang, but lowered his head, focused on holding the noodles with chopsticks, and asked cautiously.

"Uh? whatever. In this era, she suddenly heard someone call her "Qingyang", which made her stunned for a moment, in the past, her friends called her like this. His timid voice made her seem to feel a kind of warmth that she hadn't felt for a long time.

"Green, Young. He smiled, reminiscing, and suddenly looked up, looking at her as usual, his eyes full of excitement.

Seeing his bowl of noodles that was about to bottom out, she quickly opened her mouth.

"Xiao Dingzi, you're full!" seemed to ask, but more like a command. I'm afraid that he will wave his hand and bring another bowl.

"Hmm. Mu Ziding nodded, embarrassed. Hearing Qing Yang's tone at this time, the atmosphere didn't seem to reflect his cheerful mood at this time. I was originally trying to delay time, so I ate bowl after bowl of noodles, and my stomach was already uncomfortable, thinking that I wouldn't touch this noodle again for a while. But......

"Then, is Qing Yang leaving?"

"Of course!" Mu Qing raised his voice! Seeing that it was getting late, he actually spent most of the time "counting" noodles here with him for most of the day. She didn't want to go back so early, and she didn't even think about what would happen when she went back. But here, she took too long, and no matter what, she had to go back and face this qiē, no matter what the outcome. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mu Ziding's look of suffering from gains and losses, could it be that he was worried...... She thought about getting up, going around the table, next to him, and sitting down.

"It's all for you!" she took out all the silver taels she had left on her body and stuffed them into his arms.

"......" He pursed his lips and said nothing, but for some reason, his eyes turned red.

She looked flustered for a moment, as if she had done nothing wrong, why did she make him cry? She hurriedly put her hand on his shoulder and patted him gently to comfort him.

"Don't cry, this is all the silver taels I have on me, you take it first. It's not getting early now, so you can find an inn to settle down in a while, and then go to your uncle tomorrow, okay?"

"Then tomorrow, will Qing Yang still come?" he innocently blinked his watery eyes, staring straight into her eyes. A pouting mouth can almost hang an oil bottle.

"Tomorrow, day?!" she exclaimed, stretching out her hand and pointing at herself, her face suddenly covered with black lines.

"Whew......!" Mu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, just now he saw that he was cute and pitiful, thinking that he was a fan of "Mu Qingyang" again, and his heart relented for a while, and agreed to his request. But right now, it's still tomorrow? This kid has to make inches! Wouldn't it be, he wants to "rely on" her, right? But after thinking about it, he had a bumpy journey when he first came to Shuiyue City to find his relatives, and at this moment, it was easy to get to know "Mu Qingyang", who must have relied on "him". Thinking of this, she laughed twice, once she crossed, she was already helpless, first regarded as "hope", and now he was regarded as "dependence", how could she carry such a heavy burden, this is simply a great irony for her.

"Are you still coming?" he asked softly, looking at her with expectant eyes, and his voice was sweet and glutinous, and people couldn't bear to refuse.

"Well, you get some rest first. She hesitated.

"Tomorrow, I, I'll take the time to accompany you to find ......" Okay, she made up her mind.

Before she finished speaking, Mu Ziding grabbed her hands and nodded excitedly like a chicken pecking rice.

Although it wasn't his purpose, if he wanted to find it, it would be easy! But since Qing Yang had agreed to accompany him, let's find it. As long as he doesn't want to, he can never find it. As for the aunt he really wanted to find, would Qing Yang accompany him to Qianfeng? Obviously, it was not realistic to let a general who was preparing for war accompany him all the time, but he couldn't help but start to blindly look forward to it.