Mu Ziyan snorted, turned over and jumped off the horse, his arm with the Swinging Knife raised in the air, scaring everyone to take a step back.

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname. Remember, the master is Luoyang Mu Ziyan! ”

The voice remained in place, and the man had entered the main hall in great stride.

Asking about Mu Dianke's residence, and searching for the past all the way was much smoother than expected.

Mo Yizen has always been clear about grievances.

When he first heard the news, he was so shocked, but he did not anger Mu Zijian and Mu Dianke, who were living in Gu'an Hall at the time. At this time, Mu Ziyan, who had important things to do at a glance, would not be denied out of the door.

If Mu Ziyan really did something harmful to heaven and reason with his father, and also harmed Chang Qianfo, he would definitely not dare to appear in Gu'an Hall at this time and ask to see Mu Dianke.

At the very least, it shouldn't be like this.

It was eerily quiet in the courtyard.

Mu Ziyan walked all the way, the corridor was empty, not to mention people, not even a panting living creature did not see a single one.

In the middle of a row of six houses with high beams and columns should be the main room, and the eaves of the building are hurriedly draining rainwater into the open ditch under the steps, and a heavy layer of water is hung as a curtain.

Liangqing stood behind the rain curtain, his posture holding the knife steady, and his eyes were calm.

Looking closely, you can see from the corners of his pursed lips that his heart is suffering greatly at the moment.

Behind Liangqing, four connected doors were wide open, and a square table with pear wood carved red lacquer was placed in front of the door, next to a row of octagonal crutch windows.

In the dim and unknown light, Mu Dianke was wearing a long white cotton dress, sitting at a square table, facing a jade-colored Ruyao vase for flower arrangement.

There was not a single sound.

Mu Ziyan felt that Mu Dian was even thinner than the last time he saw her. It was as thin as a piece of clear paper pasted on a window, and when the wind blew, it was about to break.

He has never been a hesitant procrastinator, at this moment, his feet are raised, but he can't step over the threshold.

Instead, Mu Dianke spoke first.

"You're here." She raised her head, smiled at Mu Ziyan, and lowered her head to prune.

The silhouette in Twilight is thin and thin, so beautiful that you can only think of words like death and brokenness.

"Little Four-"

Mu Ziyan didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, he actually choked up: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him for you." ”

Mu Dianke's hand paused, and he raised his head to look at Mu Ziyan.

In such a windy and rainy dusk, she tilted her head, caught in a chaotic light and shadow, and looked at Mu Ziyan with a bewildered and almost innocent look for a long time.

"It's okay." She said softly, turned her head, and inserted the cut branch into the porcelain vase.

Mu Ziyan called Mu Dianke's eyes stinging.

He strode in, picked up the Ru kiln bottle in front of her, which was full of colorful flowers, and smashed it to the ground.

Broken porcelain pieces, clear water, and broken flower branches were paved in a mess.

Mu Dianke quietly looked down at his feet, and there were no waves in his eyes, as if the person Mu Ziyan was facing was not her, and it was not her that was smashed.

"I know you did your best." She said calmly.

Mu Ziyan never expected Mu Dian to react like this. This anomaly disturbed him. He lifted Mu Dianke's arm and dragged her out, "You go with me now!" ”

Mu Dian did not resist.

She knew that Liangqing was at the door, and as long as she didn't let go, Mu Ziyan wouldn't be able to take her away.

"Little Si'er-" Mu Ziyan stopped, bent down and clasped her shoulders tightly, and spoke in a serious tone that was almost pleading: "You are still young, and there is still a long way to go." ”

Mu Dian didn't speak.

Mu Ziyan said again: "I'll settle you down first, and then I'll go to Luoyang to pick up your sister-in-law." You also have a niece. We are together as a family, away from the rivers and lakes...... No matter how bad things are, they will pass. ”

Mu Dianke's eyelashes flashed, and he was clearly moved.

But as soon as she spoke, Mu Ziyan's expectations were shattered, "I can't go with you." ”

She said, "I'm here for him." If he doesn't come back, I'm not going anywhere. ”

"He can't come back!" Mu Ziyan shouted loudly.

There was a sudden dead silence for a moment.

Mu Ziyan looked at Mu Dianke's suddenly reddened eyes and realized that he had lost his temper.

Fragility, as if only for a short moment, came and went.

Mu Dianke slowly raised his arm and pulled it away from Mu Ziyan's palm. Her expression returned to composure and coldness.

"I know, you're afraid they're going to kill me. Thank you so much. ”

Mu Dianke seemed to be tired, turned his back to Mu Ziyan, and walked slowly inside, "Third brother, you don't know Jin Yanchen, he won't die in vain." If he wants to die, he doesn't have to wait until today - it's not a dead end. ”

Mu Ziyan did not refute Mu Dianke.

Although he returned to that place afterwards, knowing that there was a great hidden whirlpool beneath the river; also knew that his father sent dozens of killers to patrol the river, and did not let go of a single fish that slipped through the net.

But what could he say?

For desperate people, she must always be allowed to have an excuse to deceive herself and support herself from falling.

"What if... Is he really dead? ”

"What's the big deal." Mu Dianke turned his head and smiled as he had just seen him enter the door, "He loves me with this life, and I will follow him with this life." ”

***

"Qian'er is sick?"

Rong Yi is really busy. Although he has resigned from his position for a long time, he is just an idle man, and if he really encounters something big in the court, those officials are still willing to come to him to ask for advice. Even if you can't ask anything, it's okay to probe the tone.

This is exactly what Liu Yuan doesn't want to see.

Rong Yi knew this, but he was helpless.

After picking out a few of them, he called himself sick and thanked the guests, and hid in this garden to read a book.

The old man with a clear face who had just sat down in front of him was called Rong Yun, and he was his sixth uncle. Now he has an idle job, but in his early years, he went to the battlefield and killed the enemy with real swords and guns.

Hence the injury.

The doctor did not recuperate for ten years, and finally Chang Qianfo consulted for ten years, lived in Jiankang for a month, and cured the chronic disease that had plagued Rong Yun for more than ten years.

The old and young have a good relationship.

A few days ago, Rong Yi invited Mu Dianke to come over, and Chang Qianfo came with him, taking the path of his sixth uncle.

"The girl is older and has her own heart." Rong Yun said plainly, but there was helplessness on her face: "I can only look at the sky, people can't help her, and she has to carry it herself." ”

"Qian'er is transparent." Rong Yi said, as if he was aroused: "After all, if you are careful, it is inevitable that you will be hurt for a while." ”

Rong Yun nodded.

To be honest, he was also messed up in his heart. The friendship with Chang Qianfo is not very deep, but it is not something that can be summarized by a general friendship.

Until now, he still doesn't want to believe it.

Asked: "Zhilin came here today, didn't he look for you to eat?" ”

Rong Yi smiled and changed the topic along the way: "I can't hide it from Uncle Six." ”

The tea soup was already boiling, he carried the pot and poured it for Rong Yun, and poured another one for himself: "Qingyan girl sent a letter from the palace." An errand for disaster relief, fighting for the blood flow. The Ning family entered the palace to find the queen, and Concubine Xian went back to the Su family to visit her grandmother's illness, and she was a little undecided. ”

"What do you mean?"

Rong Yi still smiled, eating tea carelessly, watching the two white cranes in the garden pecking each other in the heavy rain, both of them were drenched, like bald chickens.

"Isn't it nice to look at the excitement?"