The snow has finally stopped.

At the head of the eternal city, there is a lonely place, leaving only a thick snow cover.

The guards guarding the city were all nested in a hut in front of the city, the charcoal was burning in the fire, and a few hands were also around to warm up, but there was no sound of joy, and all the melancholy was buried in silence.

Since the people of Yinjunfang faded, the city of Junyong has fallen into silence, whether it is the people in the city or the children of Moyutang, they will spend in such silence until the beginning of spring next year.

And Lu Muqing's resignation from the owner of the house was also carried out quietly and ended quietly.

It wasn't until after the death of his wife that all the love was poured into his chest and abdomen in an instant, which made him realize that although the relationship between the two was never warm, it had already been lingering in a circle.

Lu Muqing held his wife's hand and was reluctant to let go for a long time, but the thread that symbolized life was always broken, no matter how Lu Muqing gripped it, he couldn't catch it.

Lu Muqing sat in front of his wife's mourning hall for three days, without drinking a drop of water or rice, and even the children were temporarily taken care of by Ling Xiang. Lu Muqing only felt that he couldn't change anything, and he was a failure.

Immediately, he went to Luo Sibing's boudoir and asked him to resign.

Luo Sibing had a pair of bright eyes, full of sadness, but he couldn't stop the teacher who had made up his mind to retreat.

And Lu Muqing's farewell was even more concise, and no sentence was superfluous.

Luo Sibing could hardly reveal a trace of refusal, and the distance that could be touched by standing on tiptoe stretched far away at this moment, and he could only let the blue back dissipate.

The day after Mrs. Lu's cremation, Lu Muqing left everything behind, and disappeared without a trace with her son without anyone knowing.

And Luo Sibing immediately made a decision, promoted Du Bazhi, and worked with Luo Jiulang to deal with the next stall, so as not to cause irreparable damage, and the second room after losing power fell into the abyss of eternal light again, and there was no end in sight.

Nine days later, the figures of Fan Ru and Jian Ying appeared at the head of the Eternal City.

Fan Ru was missing a leg, Jian Ming was missing an eye, and when they appeared in front of everyone, the demeanor and temperament of the two were different.

Under the recommendation of everyone, Fan Ru took over the burden of the owner, and Jian Ming once again became the right and left hand of the owner.

It's just that this time the second room has been defeated and can't raise its head anymore, and in the fifth room, I'm afraid it can only be ranked last.

Fan Ru looked at the pile of account information left by Lu Muqing, and gradually grasped how he was in a dilemma. In order to adapt to the current life more quickly, Fan Ru spent the entire seven days in the dark room where Lu Muqing had hid, speculating from every handwriting.

There is only one result anyway.

If Moyutang still wants to keep the inheritance left by his ancestors, he still has to form an alliance.

Since Mo Yutang and Yinjun Fang have torn their faces to each other, the only thing to win over is, of course, Lian Yu's Ma Dao.

This is a matter of no later than later.

Fan Ru naturally wanted to send the most powerful person in the second room to negotiate.

Zhu Hong is dumbfounded, not a person who can be trusted.

Ling Xiang is beautiful and clever, but she still can't be distracted.

Jian Ming must always stay by Fan Ru's side.

So this matter must still be handed over to him, it must be handed over to him.

But when Fan Ru called him, he didn't even see a ghost.

Where did he go?