In the palace of King Chen, Situ Yu, who had returned from the early dynasty, walked slowly on the garden path, thinking of the eyes of the prince looking at him today, and he was in a good mood.

After so many years of forbearance and planning, in order to get back what belonged to him, and to repay the pain they had inflicted on him.

A breeze blew, the spring flowers in the garden swayed, Situ Yu thought of the beautiful figure of light yellow, since some things have been decided to be done, it should be sooner rather than later.

"Lord Wang, this is the burden of the pastoral son." Feng Xun handed the burden to Situ Yu with both hands.

"Did you hear anything?" Situ Yu took the burden and checked it, it seemed to be quite light.

"I only know that the son of Mu Yu is from Beiling County, as for his background, I really can't find out, please punish the prince!" Feng Xun knelt on one leg and bowed his head to plead guilty.

Situ Yu knew the ability of the Fengyun messenger, if they couldn't find it, it could only mean that this person's origin was by no means simple. If he said that he was involved in the pastoral rumor because of the detoxification, then what about the dustless son of the "jade-faced snake heart", he should have been in Sangyue Kingdom, why did he also come to Changli, would he know more than himself?

Situ Yu waved his hand to signal Feng Xun to retreat, and walked towards the study in contemplation.

After a change of clothes, King Chen became a wind and depression, carrying the burden and was about to enter the secret passage, "horn" sounded, a painting scroll fell out of the baggage, scattered on the ground.

Feng Yu bent down to pick up the scroll, and when he saw the person in the painting, he couldn't help but be stunned: is it?! She actually carried his portrait, and she had never heard that he had any dealings with Beiling, how could she know the Beiling woman?

Feng Yu suddenly felt that everything was getting more and more interesting, was this woman of unknown origin intruding into his sight like this, unintentionally or artificially?

He gently rolled up the scroll and put it back into the baggage, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and his eyes were full of interest.

When Feng Yu arrived in Longquan Village, only Aunt Wang was cleaning up in the yard, and Mu Yu took Yunzhu and Xueqiu to the vicinity of the river.

Feng Yu put the burden on the pastoral bed and glanced around, although the time was rushed, Yunzhu was still well cared for.

Sightseeing? Under the sun, Feng Yu squinted slightly in the direction of the river, and a few days ago he was reluctant to stay, but today he has such an interest, and it seems that his adaptability is not bad.

It didn't take much effort, and sure enough, they were found in the grass not far from the river.

In the distance, the dark red petite figure was doing something with her body bowed, and Yunzhu was holding a bamboo basket to the side. When I got closer, I saw that Mu Yu was picking the leaves of an unknown bush, and it seemed that she was recovering from her injuries well.

Yunzhu saw that Feng Yu was coming, and blessed his body: "The master is here, and the herdsman said that he was collecting medicine, and he didn't let the slave and maid interfere." ”

Herb picking? Feng Yu pursed his lips and looked at the shrub with only a few leaves.

Mu Yu heard the voice, turned his head to look at Feng Yu, and smiled: "I didn't expect that there are foreign gold flowers growing here, you really know how to pick a place." After saying that, he continued to lean over and pick.

Feng Yu was dazzled by that bright smile, his eyes were bright and bright, pure and innocent.

"Why don't you let Yunzhu do it?" The tone is still light.

"This thing can't be done, this goldenrod is poisonous, don't touch it." The pastoral rhyme replied while picking.

"If it's poisonous, why aren't you afraid?"

"Me? Uh, how could I be afraid of poison, you forgot that I am a master of detoxification. After speaking, he gave Feng Yu a smug look.

"Why don't you dig up the whole plant and pick it slowly?"

"Digging? It's a pity that this hasn't bloomed yet, and it's already devastating for me to pick the leaves like this, and you must know that its flowers and seeds are excellent medicinal herbs. ”

Feng Yu stopped talking, and automatically joined the ranks of Yunzhu and Xueqiu, standing quietly, but the cold air around him made Yunzhu tense all around, but made Xueqiu like it tightly.

Mu Yu didn't let everyone wait for a long time, and after about a cup of tea, she finished her work and handed the basket to Yunzhu: "Just carry it, don't touch it, I'll deal with it when I go back." ”

"Spring is shining, how is it, do you want to walk around?" Mu Yu clapped his hands and smiled lightly at Shangfeng's deep eyes.

"But it's disrespectful." Feng Yu glanced at her lightly and motioned for Yunzhu to go back first.

Snowball jumped into Mu Yu's arms in twos and threes, and the two walked slowly upstream along the stream.

The gentle and tranquil spring sun adds a warm color to this quiet valley, with gurgling streams, colorful butterflies flying, and the occasional crisp birdsong making the valley even more empty.

"Why are so few people living in such a beautiful place?" The herd kicked the small stone on the ground as she walked.

Feng Yu looked at her swaying posture and frowned: "More than ten years ago, this village was washed in blood, and half of the more than two hundred villagers died. ”

"Bloodbath?" Mu Yu stopped and looked sideways at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu also stopped, and his deep eyes were calm and waveless.

"And then, aren't there still half of the villagers?"

"Because there were too many corpses, they quickly decomposed, causing a plague, and very few people escaped alive." The calm eyes looked faintly into the distance.

"Doesn't the government care?"

"Official?"

"Stopping the bloodbath, organizing people to bury the corpses, and sending people to heal the plague, shouldn't these all be done by the government?" The pastoral tone was slightly excited.

Feng Yu turned his head and looked at her with deep, calm eyes. For a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer: "Have you ever seen someone killed and still helped to deal with the aftermath?" ”

"You mean ......" the pastoral ballad's expression changed from surprise to heaviness.

Feng Yu approached the river: "Because there are too many dead people and the yin qi is too heavy, the local people are reluctant to settle here, and those families probably moved from other places in recent years." ”

Mu Yu followed his eyes and found that the faintly visible courtyard was all new.

"I brought your baggage and put it on your bed." Feng Yu turned his back to her.

Seeing that he had changed the subject, Mu Yu did not ask any more.

"Thank you! I thought I lost it. ”

Feng Yu didn't answer, and the two walked back in silence.

Back in the courtyard, Mu Yu walked into the house with three steps and two feet, and sure enough, she saw her own burden on the bed, she quickly opened it, and saw that the painting scroll and the jade pendant were there, and she exhaled lightly, with a happy smile on her face.

Before dinner, Feng Yu left.

By this time it was already dark.

The moon is like a silver hook, the starry sky is clear, and the valley in the night is quiet and eerie.

Mu Yu moved a chair and sat in the courtyard, looking at Longquan Village under the starry night, thinking of the words Feng Yu said during the day, although she couldn't see the expression under his mask, she could feel the waves hidden under those deep and calm eyes.

But what can it be, everyone has their own role in this world and the fate given by this role, no one can guess the end of themselves or others before the curtain ends, such as her current choice, what kind of changes will make her life that has been quiet for 16 years?

It's a bit adventurous, but she's looking forward to it!