Ningcheng, an elegant courtyard somewhere.

Outside the room, a cool wind suddenly blew, with a faint wind and dust in the air, and a faint familiar atmosphere, Qiao Mufeng raised his eyes lightly, only to hear a few crisp bangs, even in the afternoon, it was extraordinarily clear.

The sound of the wooden door slamming to the ground, the churning dust, and the burning and intense rage.

The afternoon sun is hot but also warm, and it shines with golden light.

Qiao Mufeng lightly flicked the sawdust that fell on his shoulder, shook the hem of his clothes, looked vigilant, but he was so high-spirited, and looked out of the door, "Sixth brother, this gift seems to be too big." The person who came was Qiao Muyu, standing outside the door, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and he was a little similar to Qiao Mufeng in the past.

He looked at Qiao Mufeng, and his voice was deep, "Fourth brother, I'm here." ”

"Yes!" With a light response, the two figures had already met in mid-air.

In mid-air, two figures, one green and one white, were fighting and entangled in the air, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. The leaves flying in the sky seemed to have turned into that sharp weapon, sharp, fast, and straight to the opponent's vital point.

The afternoon sun is so hot, yet it looks so heavy.

The two sides were evenly matched, and their fists and feet rained suddenly, and they did not give in to each other, and they were equal.

And gradually, Qiao Mufeng's speed was a little unable to keep up, but he didn't pay attention to it, Qiao Muyu had already flown to his side, and slapped his left shoulder with his hand. Qiao Mufeng made a move, landed on one knee, couldn't control it even if he supported the ground with his hands, and retreated a few feet back, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Qiao Muyu was a little stunned, this shouldn't be Qiao Mufeng's level, but it couldn't arouse his heart.

Qiao Mufeng tried to stand up, controlled the shaking of his body, coughed lightly, and spit out a mouthful of blood, "How, in the contest between our brothers, I can't defeat you in the end, sixth brother." ”

Qiao Muyu was silent, only sneering, waiting for his next words.

Qiao Mufeng coughed lightly a few more times, clapped his hands, and several maidservants immediately walked in from outside the courtyard, carrying clean water and clean clothes, and then directly washed and changed clothes, in front of Qiao Muyu, who didn't seem to care about the time.

Qiao Muyu didn't seem to be in a hurry, but secretly clenched his fists, and finally understood something in a few blade handovers. Qiao Mufeng did it on purpose, deliberately let him hear these voices, this was his secret plan, he asked the guards to secretly save Ting'er, and he dragged Qiao Mufeng by himself, after all, he was all calculated.

"Fourth brother, if you have any requirements, you might as well say it directly, as long as you don't think about it and Jinling ......"

When Qiao Mufeng finished freshening up, the sound seemed to stop, and he didn't even hear a child's cry.

"Sixth brother, you really shouldn't be disobedient." Qiao Mufeng straightened his head and said slowly, and Qiao Muyu looked at each other, although the two pairs of eyes were different, they were so similar, no matter what their grievances were, they were brothers after all.

The afternoon sun gradually slanted to the west, gradually lengthening the shadows of people and becoming lighter.

Qiao Mufeng suddenly commanded in a cold voice, "Bring the 'urge to leave'." This was the purpose of his call for Qiao Muyu's return.

He continued: "People who have been poisoned to 'urge away' can only wait for death slowly, there is no antidote to 'urging away', my purpose is obvious, you can take the child away, but you have to leave yourself, you have no choice." ”

Qiao Muyu was puzzled, but such a purpose was not difficult, but presumably other more tangled hearts were easy to accept.

He glanced at Qiao Mufeng lightly, and then opened his mouth gently, "I should have thanked the fourth brother." ”

Qiao Muyu resolutely took the poison, and then left with his Ting'er, when he left, the back of the stop was stretched very long, but he didn't see the gloomy reluctance in Qiao Muyu's eyes behind him, after getting along these days, he and Ting'er are not two strangers who have nothing to do with each other after all, they are relatives.

However, relatives are always used, hurt, and betrayed again and again.

Qiao Mufeng retracted his gaze, and there was a person behind him, it was Su Wanwan, her expression was pale, but she was also humble, she knew everything about him, but she was powerless, and she would never be able to catch up with him.

"Master, the Sixth Highness has left, are you really sure you want to let go?"

Qiao Mufeng was silent, his figure staggered and sat down, and looked at the basin of water that had not yet been put away, there was a trace of redness in the clear water, which was the result of blood staining, maybe his return was just a tragedy brewing here.

He can only let go in the end, even if there is too much helplessness, even if there is too much unwillingness.

"Dongfang Chu, why didn't he come?" He asked softly, his voice tinged with a sense of weakness.

Su Wanwan was stunned, did he also see Dongfang Chu's heart, but between them, after all, there was too much grievance, "He has already left, and from now on there is no Fourth Highness here, and there is no Su Wanwan." ”

Qiao Mufeng raised his eyes and looked at her, this woman who has been with him all her life, between them, there is only so much to do.

"Why don't you follow him?"

"Then master, why did you let go and let that child stay with you for two years, what did you get back?"

They all know each other, each other's domineering, each other's willfulness, each other's pain, each other's desires, but after all, it is only a matter of each other's hearts, and all this is only turned into dust, into the past that is gradually drifting away in time.

Qiao Mufeng looked at the wooden door that fell to the ground again, perhaps, he could only see it here.

Ningcheng, Anning Inn.

Ling Siqing finally found the letter, and she didn't have time to see the letter, so when Qiao Muyu hadn't returned, she sneaked out of the box and went to the address on the letter, the only address that could be found Ting'er.

Outside the gate of the small courtyard, a double-wheeled carriage was parked, and the subordinates were busy carrying their luggage, and they were preparing to leave.

Qiao Mufeng couldn't help but look at Ling Siqing not far from the door, watching her run step by step, the simple clothes on her body were flying, her long hair was pulled, and there were still some broken hairs flying, so an ordinary butterfly has now become a bright and dazzling appearance, what kind of mood did they have when they met, and what kind of mood do they have now.

"Mu Feng, give me back Ting'er, as long as you don't hurt others, let me do anything."

Don't you hurt others, Qiao Mufeng sneered slightly, they didn't want to hurt others, but they still hurt others to the point of being decent, aren't they, what a pathetic and pitiful person, but they can't hate anymore, they're too tired. "Hehe, Ling Siqing, you want your Ting'er here, why don't you go back and see how your Mu Yu is?"

Ling Siqing was stunned, looking at the pale, but still arrogant man, his heart trembled.