Chapter Seventy-Nine: Goodbye to the Old Man (Postlude)

"Is that you?

Feng Moyue pondered for a moment when she heard this title, her expression was happy but surprised, and then her expression was a little unnatural, her smile seemed a little strange, and she asked softly: "Are you the eldest brother of Shuzhe?"

"Xiao Yue'er is really you!" Mu Shuzhe became very happy, and the uncontrollable emotion on his face made Su Muyu see an emotion similar to Feng Cangyue looking at himself, and his heart was sad.

Mu Shuzhe hugged Feng Moyue and wanted to hold Feng Moyue into his arms, Feng Moyue's face changed greatly, and Wan Yi's face became ugly.

Su Muyu looked at Feng Moyue's face, and then at Wan Yi's face, and suddenly understood that the similarity he saw from Wan Yi's face was Feng Moyue's, that is, ...... Wan Yi is just a substitute for Feng Moyue? What Mu Shuzhe really likes is Feng Moyue? Su Muyu felt that he really wanted to laugh, but he didn't know whether it was himself or Wan Yi or Mu Shuzhe who wanted to laugh.

"Is that him?" Feng Cangyue suddenly grabbed Su Muyu's hand and whispered in Su Muyu's ear: "You said that I was just one of the reserves, and the other was him?"

Su Muyu didn't expect Feng Cangyue to notice it so quickly, so she didn't refute or answer.

Feng Cangyue seemed to find the answer from Su Muyu's silence, and let go of Su Muyu's hand tightly, but her eyes were extremely cold when she looked at Mu Shuzhe.

Su Muyu suddenly held Feng Cangyue's hand and said, "I am only unhappy with him now." Then he looked at Feng Cangyue's eyes: "You are so smart and understand what I mean."

"Understood."

Su Muyu confirmed that there was no trace of sadness from Feng Cangyue's face, then let go of the hand holding Feng Cangyue, slowly walked to Feng Moyue and Mu Shuzhe, pushed Mu Shuzhe away, and then hugged Feng Moyue, who was only half a head shorter than himself, into his arms, looked up at Mu Shuzhe, but there was a strong taste of provocation in his eyes: "First of all, thank you for saving me in Accord that day, and then come...... Even if you save me, you can't take advantage of my future lady casually!"

Mu Shuzhe's hand trembled, and he looked at Su Muyu and Feng Moyue in disbelief: "Xiao Yue'er, you ...... Are you going to marry him?"

"Yes." Feng Moyue responded very simply, and didn't seem to want to hide it at all.

This is a bit unexpected by Su Muyu, Su Muyu originally thought that although this Feng Moyue likes women, she probably has affection for Mu Shuzhe, otherwise this Mu Shuzhe would not find a replacement for her, but Feng Moyue's decisive answer was as if she had no intention of Mu Shuzhe at all, and even hoped to break off the relationship immediately.

"It won't." Mu Shuzhe actually grabbed Feng Moyue's hand hard, "Have you forgotten what you once said to me? You said you were going to marry me!"

Su Muyu used his internal force to shake Mu Shuzhe's hand that was holding Feng Moyue away, "Aren't you already married to Wanyi, why do you still covet my future wife, or do you think you can give me the happiness that I can't give my future wife?"

Looking at Su Muyu, in terms of appearance, he is indeed heroic and chic, but compared to Su Muyu's beauty that even his own man was amazed, he was not an opponent at all; In terms of identity, he is just a general, and Su Muyu is indeed a relative of the emperor, and it is impossible for him to compare; In terms of martial arts, although he has not competed with Su Muyu, but with Su Muyu's just now, his internal strength is not much higher than Su Muyu.

How should I explain that I told Feng Moyue that I married Wan Yi because I saw her shadow in Wan Yi? What would Feng Moyue think of herself? Not to mention what could I get back if I said this?

Looking at Mu Shuzhe's face, which made Su Muyu both familiar and unfamiliar, show such a heartache and lonely expression, Su Muyu held Feng Moyue's hand and unconsciously used his strength, making Feng Moyue frown in pain, just looked at Su Muyu's expression, but didn't say anything.

"General Mu, if you don't mind, I hope you can come and participate on the day we get married." Su Muyu forced a smile.

Mu Shuzhe clenched his hands and said coldly: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Su Muyu grabbed Feng Moyue's hand and pulled him forward, bumped into Mu Shuzhe's shoulder, and made Mu Shuzhe take a step back, Mu Shuzhe watched Su Muyu and his party walk past one by one, his right hand pressed tightly on the shoulder that was hit by Su Muyu, and grabbed his shoulder hard, his eyes became very deep and sharp.

"Shuzhe." Wan Yi looked at Mu Shuzhe's back and cried out in pain.

"Let's go home." Mu Shuzhe turned his head and smiled gently, and there was no original sharpness in his eyes.

Wan Yi wanted to say something but still held it back, smiled and nodded.