At the foot of the Pure Mountain.

The evening sun shines through the maple leaves and spreads onto the terrace.

An old man with gray hair sat on a wooden chair on the terrace, holding a letter in his hand.

Every word on the letter seemed to be engraved on his heart.

——Nian Zhenshi Brother personally enlightened.

——The best period is approaching, my heart is very happy, and I spend a day like three autumns.

——Yesterday, I heard a strange incident, which may hinder the luck of Zhongzhou, and the words are conclusive, and the matter is serious, and it is difficult to toss and turn. I am determined to go to Xiaojing Lake on Chinese New Year's Eve to find out, and the Yushan Pei clan will also accompany me, waiting for my brother to come with me.

- Mori Liushu, a certain day in a certain month.

This is outside the White Temple, Mu Sensen personally handed him the battle book. At that time, the cover of the letter was drenched in ink and apparently freshly written.

But the handwriting on this letter and the content of it were like a stone thrown into his heart lake without waves for thousands of years, rolling up gusts of wind and waves.

Seventy years ago, he had a marriage contract with Muyu of Qingjing Mountain.

The day before the wedding, he sent a letter to Mu Yu, asking her to come to Xiaojing Lake to meet.

That letter, whether it is the cover or the wording and tone inside, is exactly the same as the letter Mu Sensen wrote to him today.

- Ayu Shimei personally opened.

——The best time is approaching, my heart is very happy, and spending a day is like spending three autumns......

……

Except for the date of the appointment, the final payment, and the difference between the invitation to Pei, the two letters are almost identical.

Who is it, you still remember the letter he wrote to Mu Yu seventy years ago?!

There is also the handwriting on this letter, which is obviously Ah Yu's handwriting.

…… Is Ah Yu alive?

No.

Back then, in Xiaojing Lake, he watched her soul being smashed into pieces, and it was absolutely impossible to resurrect her.

Since it is not a dead person, it can only be a living person.

A cold smile rose at the corner of Rong Nianzhen's mouth, and his fingers tapped down on the letter.

Did someone see that he still had feelings for Mu Yu, so he deliberately used this incident to plot against him?

…… Bai Wei?

It's too underestimated that he is really thoughtful.

Seventy years ago, he could bury his most beloved woman with his own hands for the prosperity of his family. Today, too, his choice will never change.

What's more, the woman he loves the most has long since died.

And those people in the Pure Mountain are still acting in her name, which is simply unforgivable.

Is Little Mirror Lake on Chinese New Year's Eve?

For Ayu's sake, he complied with their wishes and endured for a little longer.

Seventy years ago, Ah Yu died there. Seventy years later, he personally buried the Mu family there, even if it was for Ah Yu's funeral.

The twilight is four, and the night breeze brings coolness.

Clusters of pink tuberose bloomed beside Rong Nianzhen, with a rich floral fragrance.

The old man with snow-white hair looked at the letter, pinched the envelope with his fingers and wanted to tear it off, but after all, he couldn't do it because of the softness in the deepest part of his heart.

…… Keep it or not, it doesn't matter anyway.

He thought indifferently, and the aura on his body regained his calm and powerful head of the Rong family.

The subordinate in the black trench coat seemed to sense that his master was in a better mood, and quietly appeared on the terrace, and asked respectfully:

"Head of the house, it's already six o'clock, is it going according to plan?"

"Plans are on hold."

"Yes. There is also a matter of returning to the head of the family. The Great Witch of the Pure Mountain went down the mountain with the White God and Mutian Muye. ”

"What's going on?"

"The subordinates sent people to follow, saying yes, and a few of them entered a beef hot pot restaurant at the foot of the mountain, and they were eating hot pot ......"

“…… Leave them alone. Rong Nianzhen frowned, what a mess. Prepare a car for me and go to Xiaojing Lake on the border between Jiangzhou and Cangzhou. ”