Pushed Zhuge Wuwei to the living room next to him, and after arranging the breakfast, Aoba left the courtyard, instructed the kitchen to prepare refreshments, and prepared the carriage, and then returned to the study to pack up the books that Zhuge Wuwei wanted to read.

At this time in the Prince's Mansion, the palace had already packed up and was ready to go to court, and as soon as he stepped out of the door with one foot, a black shadow immediately appeared beside him, kneeling and bowing his head.

"Master, my subordinates were derelict in their duties and failed to keep Miss Mu."

Gong Mingye's footsteps paused in the middle of the night, and the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly to the top of the kneeling person's head, and a dangerous dark light flashed in his eyes. "What did you say?"

The man replied: "If you go back to the master, Miss Mu knows martial arts, and her subordinates will not dare to hurt her if they remember the master's instructions, so they can only deal with her." Later, a group of masked men of unknown origin suddenly appeared, trapped her subordinates, and she took advantage of the chaos to slip away, and her subordinates searched all night but could not find where she went. ”

The phoenix's eyes became smaller and smaller, and the cold light of hunting flashed in his eyes, and the scalp of the kneeling person was numb and his back was cold, and he retracted his gaze in the dark night of the palace, and said coldly: "You go down first, and the events of last night will be reported to the palace in detail after the palace returns to the house." ”

"Yes." The secret guard immediately retreated silently after receiving the order, and walked out of the mansion with a gloomy face, his eyes dark.

Huiwu, and people from unknown sources to help, this Mu Bangqing seems to be far from the rumors. Golden Phoenix, is it her, or Mu Jinxiu? Splendid, splendid country......

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Peach Blossom Mountain, which is one mile away from the south gate of Yecheng, peach blossoms bloom one after another, flying all over the sky, like a paradise.

At the end of spring every year, Taohuashan always welcomes literati from all over the world, who come here to recite poems, play the piano and paint, and participate in the grand event.

This year, the group of people have left, Peach Blossom Mountain is exceptionally quiet, especially in the early morning Peach Blossom Mountain, the air is fresh, the birds are singing, quiet and beautiful, people want to take root here and live for the rest of their lives.

The carriage drove halfway up the mountain, until the peach blossom forest on the top of the mountain could be seen, Qingye stopped the carriage, pushed Zhuge Wuwei to walk to the top of the mountain, and handed the carriage to the little maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion to watch.

Zhuge Wuwei looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but think of the past few years.

In the past, he would always ask Aoba to take him to the top of this mountain when the peach blossoms just appeared, smell the fragrance of peach blossoms, quietly listen to the wind and read books, and spend most of the day leisurely.

This year, he came later than usual, and the peach blossoms were already in full bloom and picturesque, and the fragrant branches were beautiful, but they always felt a little different.

When he came to the pavilion where those literati chanted poems, paintings, dances, and ink, Zhuge Wuwei ordered: "Qingye, go and bring the peach blossom brew." ”

Aoba's eyes flashed, but he still flew away without hesitation, and ran to the carriage halfway up the mountain, and soon came back with peach blossom brew and refreshments, as well as Zhuge Wuwei's books to read, and his favorite pair of white jade chess.

After wiping the stone table with the rag he brought, and neatly placing the peach blossom brew, refreshments, books, and white jade chess, Aoba silently stepped aside and stood guard not far away.

After scooping the wine jar and pulling out the stopper, put it under the wing of his nose and smelled the aroma of the wine, Zhuge Wuwei poured the white jade cup in front of him with a faint expression, took the cup and drank it all, and then poured it full, and then drank it all again, so he drank three cups in a row, and then put down the wine jar in his hand, his eyes were dyed with a layer of hazy mist that others could not see, and he held his head and looked at the peach blossoms on the branches lightly.