Chapter 257: Who is the bright moon 2
He was stunned for a while, seeing that the man's face was becoming more and more ugly, Xu Yuqin restrained his expression and said, "What's your name?" β
"Ming, Mingyue" The man called Mingyue couldn't help but tighten the burden on his body, in fact, he didn't know what his name was, but the token he carried with him was engraved with the word "Mingyue", and he also felt that he might be called Mingyue.
Xu Yuqin looked Mingyue up and down, frowned tightly, and after a while, he turned his head and said: "It's not convenient to go out of the city today, little brother should come back tomorrow." After saying this, he turned to the soldiers guarding the city and said: "If you are on an errand, you will be on an errand, if you let this general see you doing anything wrong, you will be dealt with by military law." β
The soldiers defending the city stood upright, their faces solemn.
Mingyue didn't know why there were so many things out of the city, and her heart was upset for a while, but she couldn't get out of the city for a while, so she had to endure it all night.
He put the burden on his back, raised his hand and arched his hand inertly: "Thank you, General." With that, he turned and left.
Xu Yuqin saw that he was obviously dressed as a Xiliang person, but he spoke fluently in Dadu official dialect, and even the etiquette was also in accordance with Dadu, and he was more and more surprised in his heart.
He returned to the camp with this surprise, looked at the military map for a while, but felt that it was more and more wrong, put away the military map in his hand, and went out again with a curtain of the tent.
Wen Ziran had just eaten some food, and was lying down to rest for a break, when he saw Xu Yuqin coming in in a hurry, so he sat up and said with a smile: "Even if you want to drink two cups, wait for me to sleep." β
Xu Yuqin's face was bitter, and he waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to ask you for a drink." β
"Oh?" Wen Ziran looked back at him and saw that his face was wrong, so he said with a straight face: "What's wrong?" β
Xu Yuqin was busy: "I have something I want to ask you." β
Wen Ziran didn't speak, but looking at Xu Yuqin's serious appearance, he just thought that he had encountered a big event, and he got up and put on his shirt.
"Queen Mother, no, can the Queen Mother have twin brothers and sisters?" Xu Yuqin is a rough man, and he won't do that kind of beating.
"Just now I saw a little brother who looks exactly like the queen's mother, not only in appearance, size, but also in temperament."
Wen Ziran's clothed hand paused, and he turned around to look at Xu Yuqin suddenly: "Really? β
Xu Yuqin nodded: "Really, although I have only met the queen mother, I am very impressed by her, and I will definitely not admit my mistake." β
Back then, Xu Yuqin was only fortunate enough to see Mu Mingshu, and it was all thanks to Yina, if it wasn't for that one in the forest of the Xishan Courtyard, he would definitely not have been able to see the high-flying Queen Mu.
The reason why she is impressed by Mu Mingshu is because she is the best-looking woman she has seen so far, not that there is really no one who is better than Mu Mingshu, but the momentum exuded by her body, the kind of innate temperament that everyone else has, is not available to others. Over the years, Xu Yuqin has seen a lot of beauties, but none of them have a power like Mu Mingshu that people dare not blaspheme.
"It's just a little brother, otherwise I would really think he's the queen mother and reborn"
Xu Yuqin chattered, but he didn't notice that Wen Ziran's face was white, and the knuckles of his fingers that grabbed his clothes were white, he steadied his breathing, and asked with difficulty for a long time: "What about people?" β
"Oh, he's going out of the city, I'll tell him to come out again tomorrow." Xu Yuqin finally felt that Wen Ziran's expression was wrong, he deceived his head and asked cautiously: "Brother, does the queen really have brothers and sisters?" β
Wen Ziran glanced at Xu Yuqin with an unnatural expression, did not answer this question, and only said, "Please help me find out the person, I will meet for a while." β
"Okay, no problem, you wait for my news." Although Xu Yuqin felt that Wen Ziran was a little unkind not to answer himself, he didn't take it to heart, although he was not born in a mansion, but after all these years, he also knew that the big families looked at the scenery, but there were many unknown things in secret, and the less they outsiders knew, the better.
Xu Yuqin came and went in a hurry, but he didn't find anyone until the night. Wen Ziran was reluctant to stay for a whole day, and immediately rushed over when he got the news, but saw the man resting in a dilapidated house, although the weather in May was not cold, but it was not warm at night, and the man named Mingyue shrank on a broken straw mat, and a rag burden was pillowed on his head.
The cold wind blew in through the dilapidated doors and windows, he shivered with cold, and in a daze, he saw a black figure standing at the door, and suddenly sat up in shock, and took out a dagger from under the burden and pointed it at Wen Ziran: "What person?" β
There was no light in the room, and the moonlight couldn't shine in, no matter how good Wen Ziran's eyesight was, he couldn't really see his face, but the voice couldn't be wrong, and his heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Seeing that the person was silent, Mingyue's eyes turned and hurriedly hugged the rag bag in her arms, stood up vigilantly, and moved to the window.
"Mingshu" Wen Ziran thought that he couldn't see his own appearance clearly so he made this vigilant appearance, so he stepped forward, wanting him to see it clearly, and his voice was a little irrepressible excitement: "Mingshu is not afraid, I am Brother Ziran"
Mingyue didn't recognize anyone at all, but the dagger pointed at him and scolded, "You are not allowed to come over if you stand there." β
However, Wen Ziran didn't know that the person in front of him didn't recognize him, and he was too guarded, but now seeing that the person who had been buried in the imperial tomb appeared in front of him again, he had indescribable feelings, and for the first time he had a feeling of wanting to hold her in his arms and cry bitterly.
Mingyue saw that he not only didn't listen to his own words, but moved forward more and more, and she panicked in her heart, she encountered a lot of people chasing her along the way, and she was afraid that the person in front of her was also one of those people, so she didn't dare to let go of her guard at all.
Seeing that Wen Ziran was getting farther and farther away, she jumped out of the window, but because her strength was not well controlled, she fell hard, but at this time, she couldn't care about it, no matter how much it hurt, she still got up and ran first.
Wen Ziran wanted to run when she saw her jumping, and she hurriedly chased after her, Na Mingyue obviously didn't have enough physical strength, but after walking a hundred meters, Wen Ziran grabbed the rag burden on her body.
She was irritable in her heart, and reflexively stabbed the dagger at Wen Ziran, and said viciously: "Who are you?" β
Mingyue can tell very well that this person is very different from the people who chased her in the past, those people are all wearing Xiliang's orthodox clothes, and they are besieged by a bunch of people, and this person is single-handed, dressing and talking and acting does not seem to be a Xiliang person, so who is he? Why do you call yourself Mingshu? Or did he recognize himself?
Such a thought flashed in Mingyue's mind and pressed it again, no matter whether he recognized him or not, she couldn't trust him, she finally escaped in order to give herself a way to live, in case she was careless, she would inevitably repeat the mistakes of the past.
Wen Ziran didn't know what she was thinking, but she turned sideways to avoid the dagger that took her life, clasped Mingyue's wrist, and finally saw her face clearly by the moonlight.
That eyebrows, that look, is the same as the angry look, if she is not Mu Mingshu, Wen Ziran will not believe it no matter what.
"Mingshu, you look at me, look at me, I'm Wen Ziran!"
Mingyue Xingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Wen Ziran's face, there was no trace of waves in her eyes, she struggled with her wrist that was clamped, and stepped on him fiercely: "I don't recognize you, let go of me." β
The look without a trace of waves came into Wen Ziran's eyes, which made him feel horrified in his heart, even if he stepped on it, he didn't feel any pain at all, looking at her, she didn't look like she was pretending at all, did she really not recognize herself?
Wen Ziran was stunned, and Mingyue, who didn't know that she was already angry, swung her dagger and stabbed herself again, until her arm hurt and then came back to her senses.
Mingyue took advantage of the pain he was eating, hurriedly broke free of his wrist, and was about to leave, only to find that the burden was still in his hand, and he gritted his teeth and simply didn't want the burden, waved the dagger to cut through the burden and ran away directly.
This time, Wen Ziran didn't chase anymore, he covered the wound that was cut by Mingyue, looked at the burden scattered on the ground, and felt an indescribable loss in his heart.
No matter how pungent Mu Mingshu's temperament is, he has never tried to hurt his family, let alone not hesitate at all when he starts. And her eyes, strange, alienated, defensive, vigilant, not fake at all, if it is really Mingshu, how can she not recognize herself?
Wen Ziran's heart seemed to have set off an uproar, when Mu Mingshu was buried in the imperial mausoleum with the rites of the queen, he saw it with his own eyes, how could a person who was buried in the imperial mausoleum come to this cool place in the west?
He kept reassuring himself that there might just be someone in this world who was very similar to her.
Wen Ziran picked up the scattered baggage, and returned to the military camp in Dadu all the way, he was really too naΓ―ve, when Mu Mingshu died, he personally probed his heart, how could it be wrong.
Xu Yuqin waited for Wen Ziran in the tent, and when he saw that he had a wound on his hand, he was so frightened that he scolded his mother, and then said, "Brother Wen, is it not peaceful in the city?" I'm going to take someone on patrol, and I'm sure those turtle grandchildren will die clean. β
Wen Ziran, who had empty eyes, raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Yuqin, then at the injury on his hand, threw the rag burden he was still holding in his hand on the desk, and said weakly: "It's okay, I was accidentally hung by a branch, it doesn't get in the way, and the skin is injured." β
Xu Yuqin picked up his life on the edge of the knife, and naturally knew that the injury on Wen Ziran's hand must not be hanging from a branch, but seeing his dejected look and not wanting to say anything, he didn't ask much, but only cautiously probed the tone: "Is it really okay?" β
"It's fine." Wen Ziran waved his hand: "I am a doctor myself, I don't know if there is anything wrong." β
After speaking, he also sat down on the stool on the side of the desk, picked up the coarse porcelain water cup and poured a glass of water for himself, and poured a cup after drinking it all.