Only when he was alone, Lu Muqing dared to be deeply tired.

As the head of the first room in Moyu Hall, Lu Muqing is rarely alone, only when he is in a dark room.

The dark room was airtight, not even a beam of light penetrated, and there was no refreshing fragrance.

The only thing the dark room has is absolute solitude and silence.

Anyone who guards the perimeter of the dark room is not allowed to say a word, otherwise, they will go to the torture hall to receive punishment, this is the rule.

So the Black Room is really a good place to clear your mind.

But Lu Muqing was not in it to think, Lu Muqing just needed to find a place to rest.

Recently, Mo Yutang has not had a good time, not only is the hall master sick, but there has been no substantial progress in the negotiations with Yinjunfang.

If it weren't for the five days and five nights of non-stop snow that froze the whole world, Lu Muqing would feel that Qinghualou would take down Junyong City at any time.

So Lu Muqing had to find a place to stay and let herself take a breath.

In the dark room, Lu Muqing can think about nothing, and only then can he hover all his pain on his face.

Those eyes that were as calm as autumn water, and there was only struggle left in them.

It's a pity that Lu Muqing can't be called.

Even when Lu Muqing needed to rest the most, there were many guards on his side.

Any cathartic cry will cause people to immediately kick through the sealed dark room and rush in to check carefully.

So Lu Muqing couldn't scream, so Lu Muqing only clenched his fists.

Maybe it was too hard, even the fists were a little deformed because of the clenching, and the arms of the weak scholar were crawling with hideous green tendons, each of which was tense, and each one symbolized Lu Muqing's discomfort.

For a moment, Lu Muqing felt that he was old, so old that he was no longer suitable to struggle in this river and lake.

This is really a never-ending road, like an abyss and a cold pool, which will pull people down little by little.

However, Lu Muqing had to grit his teeth again, if he couldn't even stand himself, what should Ah Bing do!

Lu Muqing leaned against the wall as much as he could, slowly hanging his feet, in order to achieve an unshakable balance, his two fists would eventually loosen slightly.

The thoughts in my mind are peeling away, and finally there is no more Moyutang, no Yinjunfang, and no more Qinghualou.

In an instant, it calmed down a lot.

Lu Muqing continued to peel off, forgetting all the rebellious quarrels between his wife and son.

After another two or three moments, I am afraid that I can't even care about the safety of the remnants of the empty line who have not received the slightest information.

The whole mind was like this black room, almost full of pitch black, except for a few pink spots.

With the detachment from the thoughts, the painful emotions on the face finally broke free.

From shock to anger at first, to struggle, to endless tiredness, and finally to a static return to the darkness.

The door was finally pushed open with a sense of tranquility.

Many people waited outside in boredom for three or four hours.

Jian Ming hurriedly came up, as if he had something happy to say to Lu Muqing.

Lu Muqing didn't give anyone a chance to speak.

Lu Muqing said.

"Gather the owners of the houses and meet in the main hall in an hour. ”

Jian Ming glanced at the lights and the night sky and said.

"This is the time for many to sleep. ”

Lu Muqing said lightly.

"So you have an hour to drag these people out of their dreams. ”

Jian Ying immediately moved.

Jian Ming asked Zhu Hong, who was a little dazed, to stay by Lu Muqing's side, and then led people and horses to rush around in this snowy night sky.