The night gradually sank downward.

On the eternal city, there are bright lanterns everywhere, reflecting the pink beauties.

Even if some cold wind blows from the cheeks, it can't dissipate the excitement.

People slowly flow along the crowded streets, and when they are in the mood, they stop and play riddles with the girl in their arms.

The whole city is a light-hearted and sweet taste.

Only Moyutang is waiting for it.

This time, the Shangyuan Jiahui was even arranged in the ancestral hall of Moyu Hall, on the one hand, it showed respect for the alliance, and on the other hand, it was also seen by the many predecessors who wanted to teach Moyu Hall to be in the Heavenly Spirit.

This meeting was led by Luo Sibing.

Luo Sibing rarely appeared and fell above the chairman.

I saw that her face had slightly recovered the girl's ruddyness, and after so many years of cultivation, she probably came out of her grandfather's death after all.

The chairman was divided into left and right, and on the brocade case on the left were all sitting Moyutang's people, lined up in turn, it was Lu Muqing, who tried his best to promote the alliance, Luo Jiulang, the owner of the big house, and Du Bazhi, Mu Li, and Jin Chen were all behind.

Generally speaking, if you want Du Bazhi to line up in three seats, but you will not be angry, but this time I just let go of my throat and drink, but I don't care much about the seat.

And Mu Li and Jin Chen would also take the opportunity to toast Du Bazhi, obviously grateful for Du Bazhi's help in the past two days.

Luo Jiulang was a lonely widow, and he silently glanced at Luo Sibing on the seat a few times, but inadvertently withdrew when Luo Sibing's eyes touched.

In this Shangyuan Festival, Lu Muqing also brought out Mrs. Lu.

Everyone has seen Mrs. Lu, but they rarely accompany Lu Muqing to attend some activities, but now they just accompany Lu Muqing to smile lightly, which has a unique charm.

There are also three brocade cases on the other side, but they are still empty.

No one knows when the envoy from Yinjunfang will arrive.

Lu Muqing is still peaceful on the surface, but he will inevitably be a little anxious in his heart.

These days, going out early and returning late, running around, is really a kind of consumption for them.

And that's just physical.

Lu Muqing doesn't drink or smoke, although he can't say that he is diligent in sports, his body is still good.

The real torment, of course, is still in the heart.

Tossing and turning in the night, I can't sleep, because the anxiety in my heart is burning little by little.

What he is most worried about is, of course, the sword.

These days, even the letters sent by Fan Ru are few.

No matter how hard-hearted Lu Muqing is, he can't help but think about the safety of the two of them.

If everything goes well, it will be fine, but he will ask Luo Sibing for a month's leave, take a group of people to rest, and even make up for it.

A cold wind suddenly blew in the ancestral hall.

Du Bazhi's body was red, and he was drunk hot, so he opened his clothes at this time and let the wind blow on his body.

The rest of the people naturally rolled up their sleeves.

Luo Jiulang asked Luo Sibing to prepare an extra blanket.

And Lu Muqing slowly withdrew from his thoughts, and hurriedly protected Mrs. Lu in his arms, and then, his eyes looked at Luo Sibing with some worry.

It is meeting the gaze of Luo Sibing.

Of course, Luo Sibing also had some jealousy in his eyes, but after all, Lu Muqing was still worried about his own warmth and coldness, and he looked at himself with such eyes, which was sour and sweet for a while, and he didn't know what it tasted like.

The wind gradually stopped.

Lu Muqing asked Mrs. Lu in a low voice, and Mrs. Lu shook her head, with a gentle smile on her face.

At this moment, Jin Chen, who was in the last seat, finally stood up.