Liu Yichen said with a smile. "That's it, I plan to divide this silk into two parts, you and me, and weave a beautiful garment each."

Listening to Liu Yichen's words, Meng Wenya smiled embarrassedly. "Oh, where is this, this is the emperor's thing, Ya'er can't afford it."

Si Baihong said on the side. "Ya'er, you just keep it, it's your ingenious clothes that the world envies."

Several of them talked and laughed for a long time. After more than half an hour, Si Baihong said. "Let's take a bath together, and then we'll go to our room to rest."

Song Zhiyao said to him. "It's up to me to help Wenya go to the bathroom." The two went to the bathroom, took off their shirts, and draped themselves in silk scarves.

The two went to the pool, and Song Zhiyao cautiously helped Meng Wenya. "Slow down, the water is a little hot, wait a little longer, and then go down."

Meng Wenya smiled shyly. "I'm really bothering you, Brother and Mrs. Huang, a poor woman from the slave family, I am really flattered to be treated like this."

Listening to her words, Song Zhiyao patted her back happily. "Ya'er, don't see each other, Yichen and Bai Hong are better than brothers, you and I are better than sisters."

Song Zhiyao stared at her white body, her skin was like cream, and her heart was full of admiration. "Such a beauty, it is really beautiful and beautiful, and it is all over the city."

As she spoke, she slowly splashed the water and rubbed it on Meng Wenya's body. After a while, she wrapped a silk towel and the two of them walked out of the bathroom together.

At this time, Si Baihong and Liu Yichen, the two of them also dressed up neatly and arrived in the hall. "Yao'er, hurry up and go to sleep, we have something to do tomorrow morning."

The maid led the two to the richly decorated room. The two were lying on the silk quilt together, and Song Zhiyao asked curiously.

"Xianggong, what's the matter?" She rolled her eyes and said. "I just came back from afar, presumably the emperor will not send us again for the time being."

Looking at her, Liu Yichen smiled. "Where, it's just that I've already decided, discussed with Lord Liao, and let you go to see Mu Gong, so it's easy to say."

Listening to Liu Yichen's answer, she said with a puzzled face. "Do you really want me to recognize Mu Gong as a righteous daughter? It doesn't seem appropriate. ”

Liu Yichen hugged her body and said helplessly. "Even so, I struggled to get Prince Liao to agree to the introduction."

Song Zhiyao thought for a long time and was silent. "If that's the case, Yao'er won't even be able to keep her name in the end, and she will have to enter another tablet."

Listening to her words, Liu Yichen said kindly and persuasively. "It's worth doing this, I've faked my death before, and I can't continue to come back."

She looked at Liu Yichen and knew that he was also for her own good. "Okay, Xianggong, it's just a name, and the slave family still wants to take it himself."

Liu Yichen said with a smile. "Naturally, there is no problem, Lao Mugong, he is also a generous person." As he spoke, he blew out the lamp, covered the quilt, and prepared to sleep.

Song Zhiyao untied her hair and also lay on the pillow. After thinking about it, she asked Liu Yichen in a slurred manner. "Xianggong, you say, does Wenya know?"

Listening to her words, Liu Yichen instantly understood that what Song Zhiyao was referring to was the embarrassing things before. "It's hard to say, you can't say anything."

Song Zhiyao looked at him and whispered. "It's just that thing, Yao'er has let go, I'm afraid she knows that there is a knot in her heart that can't be untied."

Liu Yichen also understood that her question was asking Meng Wenya, but in fact, she was asking her own heart. "There may be, there may be nothing, there is no need to talk about it."

As he spoke, he hugged Song Zhiyao's body and kissed her softly. "Yao'er, there is no need to ask about many things, learn to let go."

She tasted this sentence, and her mood suddenly brightened. "Yes, put down everything that should be put down, and there will be happy days waiting for me in the future."

Thinking that in the future, she can be with her beloved forever and have a happy baby, Song Zhiyao is very happy in her heart.

She hugged Liu Yichen, and the two hugged each other presumptuously. After a long time, until the rooster crowed, she combed her temples, wiped her sweat, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Song Zhiyao dreamed of herself, holding a cute baby, laughing and laughing, looking into the distance. A white horse, running past her shoulder.

But the horse's hooves, rubbing against her, seemed to touch her ribs. Song Zhiyao instantly felt that her feet were drifting, and there was a sharp pain.

"Who!" She was covered in cold sweat, screaming anxiously, and her heart was pounding. Woke up Liu Yichen. "Yao'er, what's wrong?"

Song Zhiyao nervously hugged his broad chest and kissed him hard. "Xianggong, I had a nightmare just now, I really scared Yao'er to death."

Then, with her memories, she recounted the dream and Liu Yichen in detail. "Yao'er, this isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Liu Yichen arranged her hair and held her in his arms. "Sleep a little longer, and when it's time, let's go out so that we can visit Lord Liao."

After sleeping for a while, the two got up and dressed neatly. The two walked out of the door, and Meng Wenya came over with a large cloth bag and greeted them attentively.

She said with a smile. "This is the young general, let the slave family give it to the two, he caught a cold last night, rested in bed, and he won't come for the time being."

Song Zhiyao held the cloth bag and felt heavy inside. "It must have been that time, the gold, silver and jewelry that I bought should have been there."

So she said with a smile on her face. "Ya'er, greet the young general on my behalf, don't bother." Together, the two of them went out the door.

Meng Wenya blinked and stared at Song Zhiyao. "She is really an elegant woman who is knowledgeable and reasonable, very benevolent and righteous, and I really admire her."

Meng Wenya leaned at the door, looking at the long reflection of the car, until she reached the distance, and then closed the door. Song Zhiyao also saw her.

The two sat in the carriage for a long time, arrived at the gate of King Liao's mansion, and went down together. The stone lions on both sides are towering, and the front is a red-lacquered gate.

Liu Yichen led Song Zhiyao, pushed open the door, and walked towards the hall. "It's Brother Huang." A graceful old man walked out of the back of the hall slowly.

He looked at Liu Yichen and smiled kindly. "I knew that my lord would come, and it was really an honor to bring my wife to the humble house today."

As he spoke, he politely invited the two of them to sit on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall. Several maids came over, carrying fragrant tea and delicate pastries.

Liu Yichen got up and took out the painting from the scroll. "Lord Liao, I know you love to paint, this is the unique product of Shanren Xun Xun, please take a look."

Prince Liao looked at the white scroll, his heart was excited, and his mouth was still humble. "I really don't dare to be, how can the old decay deserve such a treasure."

That being said, it's just that Lord Liao, those eyes, staring at the scroll, refused to relax at all. "It's a treasure."

Song Zhiyao sat at the table, sipping tea and tasting pastries. Looking at Lord Liao like that, he felt very funny in his heart, and he laughed dumbly.

Liu Yichen pulled the scroll open, revealing the painting. Every drop of colored ink, splashed on the paper, is lifelike and vivid.

Then, Liu Yichen pressed the seal in the lower right corner. "It is the Fang Yuan seal of the Xunxun Mountain people." Liao Wang Ye took the scroll, and his hands trembled nervously.

He carefully examined the seal, the kind of blue-purple seal clay, which only Xunxun Mountain people have, has now become a masterpiece. "Brother Emperor Xie."

Looking at the appearance of Liao Wangye, Liu Yichen knew that this was done. "Lord Wang, just take the two of us, let's introduce them to Mu Gong quickly."

Liao Wangye grabbed the painting with both hands, full of sweat. "Brother Huang, wait for half an hour, the old man will frame the painting, and then we will leave."

Song Zhiyao looked at the four walls, and there were all elegant things hanging on them. "This Liao Wangye, born on the battlefield, is about to grow old, but it is like this."

Soon, Prince Liao walked out, dressed in clean clothes. "Old Mu Gong is cultivating on the mountain, and he has to walk for a long time, so he doesn't have to work hard."

The two of them followed Prince Liao and stepped into the carriage together. The carriage was ringing, turning on the winding mountain road, and outside the window, there was the melodious sound of the wind.

Song Zhiyao lifted the curtains and looked at the beautiful scenery outside. "It's really beautiful, Lao Mu Gong chose this place, it's really a good place for self-cultivation."

After passing through one mountain forest after another, they finally arrived in front of Lao Mugong's door. Lao Mugong was dressed in a black robe, holding a wooden sword in his hand, looking at Prince Liao and smiling.

"Good brother, you have nothing to do but ascend the Three Treasures Palace." looked at Liu Yichen and Song Zhiyao again. "Two distinguished guests, old and slow to wait." and went in with the two of them.

The house, except for the huge bronze incense burner, was extremely empty. The two sat on the ground, looked at Lao Mugong, and walked straight over.

Lao Mugong brought two bowls of water and a wooden pot of wild vegetables. "The old life is simple, that's all there is to it, two distinguished guests, for the time being."

Song Zhiyao looked at Lao Mugong, her face was full of kind eyebrows, and she thought in her heart. "Presumably, such a benevolent elder must also be easy to speak."

Lord Liao said respectfully. "Mu Gong, it's really troublesome, this girl, I want to recognize you as my father-in-law, change your name and surname, and cultivate the Tao."

Lao Mugong listened to his words and smiled slightly. "The old decay is just a celibate cultivator, a lifelong good deed, a vegetarian and a vegetarian chant, and nothing else."

Liu Yichen was on the side, and he also made his words clear. "Mu Gong, it's just my wife, her reputation has been tarnished, change her name, and don't use her previous identity."

Listening to Liu Yichen's words, Lao Mugong twisted his gray beard and smiled. "The old decay is that kind of people, who are neither greedy for money nor lustful."

Lord Liao was on the side, courteously persuading. "Mu Gong, you have been fighting horses for half your life, you have just rested, and you have the filial piety of a righteous daughter, which is naturally excellent."

Listening to his words, Lao Mugong looked up to the sky and sighed. "The old man didn't want to do this, but you have a great favor with the old man, and it's worth reconsidering."

As he spoke, Mu Gong turned around and danced a wooden sword in his hand, causing a crisp wind sound. He put away his robe, and his figure disappeared straight behind the altar.

There was silence all around, and Song Zhiyao looked helplessly at both sides. "Even if I begged Mu Gong, I can't recognize the righteous daughter, what should I do?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't either. Just stretching out the chopsticks and taking a big bite of the crisp vegetables. "It's really fragrant, although it's a little bitter."

After a while, the bell rang in the distance. It was very melodious, one after another, and the distant echo made the air vibrate together.

Liu Yichen closed his eyes tightly, thinking about things. "If it doesn't work, even if you change your household and change your name and surname, you can bypass this rumor."

Thinking of this, he sipped tea freely. "It doesn't matter, if it's Lao Mugong, he won't be happy at all, and we won't be embarrassed by our predecessors."

Seeing the situation, Lao Liao Wang approached behind the scenes and said a few words to Mu Gong. Mu Gong sighed. "If that's the case, it's also doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

As he spoke, Mu Gong walked out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face. "Girl, you must encounter a catastrophe, tell the old man, and the old man will recognize this righteous girl."

Song Zhiyao lowered her head and said with embarrassment. "This matter is a long story, one day, the slave family encountered bandits, and waved a knife at the slave family."

Lao Mugong lowered his head, and there were words in his mouth. "Girl, you're right, the old man calculated your life, and you and I have such fate."

Hearing Lao Mugong's words, Song Zhiyao smiled bitterly. "Thank you, Lao Mugong. At that time, the slave family was in a hurry to hide, encountered an accident, and lost his memory. ”

She continued. "I was adopted as a young lady by a person, although he was very considerate to me, but in my heart, I also understood the reason."

Old Mu Gong looked at her and smiled. "Girl, you are also a miserable person, although your reputation has been ruined, but your mind is so pure."

She listened to Lao Mugong's words and was moved to tears. "That's right, the slave family only wants to say goodbye to shame and change its name, which is a new life."

This side of the flow Yichen also smiled with satisfaction. "Looks like that's a good thing." Lao Mu Gong grabbed her hand and looked at the texture of the slender hand.