Fang Hengxiu rarely reveals his feelings. Even in a short moment, Mu Zhengliu can see clearly.

His heart sank. It’s not that he doesn’t know what the ending is, but that he can’t help but have a glimmer of hope before he really sees it.

Fang Heng reached out and poured out the slightly cool barley tea in front of Mu Zhengliu, poured a cup of it again, and said, "Although this tea is not a rare thing, it has a different flavor when tasted, and it can cure spleen deficiency and stomach bloating. Some things cannot benefit a hundred years, but they can benefit for a while, so they should be done."

Mu Zhenliu said: "Is it really a temporary benefit to meet each other, the country is in turmoil, and the people are displaced?"

Fang Hengxi said: "It is better to have short pain than long pain."

Mu Zhengliu said: "Traditional medicine has eight methods: 'sweat method', 'sweat method', 'sweat method', 'harmony method', 'warming method', 'cleaning method', 'elimination method', 'replenishing method', and 'replenishing method'. Only by following the steps step by step can we cure chronic diseases without damaging the root cause."

Fang Heng smiled and said, "There are eight methods of martial arts, including hands, eyes, body techniques, steps, spirit, energy, strength, and skills. What you seek is as fast as lightning, stable and accurate as you want. You will win when you take action!"

Mu Zhengliu opened his mouth, lowered his head, raised the teacup, and drank it all in one sip: "I have another unhappy request."

When Mu Zhengliu came out of the yard, he saw Xie Fei leaning against the corridor column and looking at him with his chest.

His eyes were burning, but his body felt a sense of distantness.

Mu Zheng's nose felt sore, his eyes were slightly tingling, and tears were about to gush out, but he held it hard again. Along the way, his mother, father, mentor... the closest people were gone one by one, and he was the only one left.

If you live up to your life, you will be alone in your life, and die will be lonely in your life. This is what really goes: Come naked and walk naked.

Xie Fei glared at him for as long as he complained in his heart.

If he doesn't go there, he really can't come?

Has he already made the decision to part ways with himself?

Thinking of this, Xie Fei's face changed, and the true energy that had just calmed down was about to churn again.

Seeing Xie Fei frowned and his face was pale, Mu Zhenliu finally couldn't hold back his torture. He walked over quickly, raised his hands, hugged his waist, and buried himself in his chest.

Xie Fei breathed slightly, and immediately hugged him vigorously, leaned against his neck and took a deep breath and said, "When will you leave?"

Mu Zhengliu's body stiffened.

"Is it tomorrow?" Xie Fei was afraid that there would be more dreams in the night.

Mu Zhengliu hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

Xie Fei was happy and hugged the person tighter. Regardless of whether Mu Zhengliu could not let go of himself, as long as he agreed, he would not let go.

After Mu Zheng flowed away, Fang Hengxi was still sitting in the pavilion, staring at the fire in the stove quietly.

Wen Sisi and Xi Tingyun walked in one after another and sat down on his left and right.

Wen Sisi spontaneously took out two cups, one placed in front of Xi Tingyun and the other placed in front of him. He lifted the teapot and poured half a cup of Xi Tingyun, and there was no water. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The fire is getting smaller and smaller, and the water is getting smaller and less."

Xi Tingyun said, "What did Lord Mu say?"

Wen Sisi said: "It must be stubborn and unrealized."

Fang Hengxie smiled bitterly and said, "It would be fine if he was just stubborn and unrealized, but..."

Wen Sisi and Xi Tingyun looked at him with two pairs of eyes.

Fang Heng sighed: "I'm born at the wrong time and I regret meeting each other too late."

Xi Tingyun suddenly stretched his neck and looked forward.

Wen Sisi didn't look back: "It's the feeling of being like a thorn on her back... Is it really like singing and dancing in the southern Xinjiang to the point where the king of Southern Xinjiang is idle and wandering around? It's really enviable. Having said that, when will the prince plan to return to southern Xinjiang?"

Fang Hengxie laughed loudly and said, "I have something I want to ask for help from the prince."

Huo Jue looked up at the sky, pretending he didn't hear it.

Fang Hengxie said to himself: "The palace has been a little uneasy recently, and I hope the prince can take charge in person."

Huo Jue walked over calmly, and did not enter the pavilion, as if he was walking nearby: "You are not afraid that I will make it even more peaceful."

Fang Heng smiled and said, "If the prince is happy, I can only do whatever he wants."

Huo Jue glanced at him.

Fang Heng said with a slight echo: "The emperor is not afraid of protecting his body, but the empress is a woman, and I hope the prince will take care of him." The implication is that the emperor will follow his life and death, just care about the empress.

Huo Jue's face was finally a little better. Although he had never seen the queen, because of the princess in the southern Xinjiang, he had a little unspeakable affection for female elders. He shook his head and acquiesced.

This night, it passed very quickly.

Mu Zhengliu lay on the bed, and without having time to think about anything, the night passed.

This night was short, but it passed very slowly.

Xie Fei leaned against the window edge, opened his eyes, watched the moon climb up little by little, and then fell little by little, like an elderly man staggering over a mountain.

But when they woke up early in the morning, both of them were in full spirit.

Xie Fei pulled Mu Zhenliu and finished washing up quickly, then kicked the door of Fang Hengxie's bedroom and said goodbye. Fang Hengxie had no time to fly up and put on a coat.

"When you have free time, come back and take a look." He said.

Fang Heng said: "If it goes well, you will be able to go back to celebrate the New Year in the next year."

Mu Zhengliu's eyelids twitched.

The square slanting still looks light and light.

Xie Feishi said, "Will you bring one more person?"

"Um?"

Xie Feishi said, "Like the Northwest King." His words were full of disdain.

Fang Hengxie was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "I'm afraid I can't even invite such a distinguished guest."

Xie Feishi said, "Then don't even think about it."

Mu Zhenliu declined Fang Heng to see him off. Wen Sisi came out and was glared back by Xie Fei. Huo Jue and Xi Tingyun set out into the palace yesterday. The servants of Tianji Mansion were very sensible and after preparing dry horse food and water, they disappeared consciously. Therefore, Mu Zhenliu and Xie Fei left a little deserted.

Mu Zhengliu got on the horse, and Xie Fei took her for a while.

"I want to see the imperial city and the palace gate." Mu Zhenliu suddenly said.

Xie Fei looked up at him and turned his horse's head quietly.

Mu Zhengliu pulled the reins, got off the horse, and walked shoulder to shoulder with Xie Fei.

The streets were noisy, and the two of them were quiet in a mess, but they didn't say a word.

It was almost noon and the palace gate was in sight.

Mu Zhengliu pursed her lips and reached out to hold Xie Feishi's hand.

Xie Fei was stunned. In front of the people, Mu Zhenliu was almost strict and rarely indulged. This time, the overpass was indeed abnormal. He kept holding Mu Zhenliu's hand and was about to say something, but Mu Zhenliu pointed to a restaurant next to him with a "sweet, sour and spicy" flag flying, saying: "The beets and roasted pigs in Sanweilou are both called the two masters. My father took me here once when he was young, and when he became an adult, his mentor took me here again."

Xie Feishi said: "It's better to let my husband take you there again after getting married."

Mu Zhenliu looked at him sideways.

Xie Fei was originally joking, but when his sweetheart looked at him directly, he felt happy: "Go to buy it for your husband?"

Mu Zhengliu smiled, and couldn't say anything gentle: "Okay."

Xie Fei handed the reins to him and turned around and entered the restaurant.

Mu Zhengliu looked at his back, slowly calmed down his smile, and turned to look at the palace gate.

The blue sky and white clouds are like gold, the blue tiles and red walls, and the soldiers are like silver.

This is the highest place in the capital and the supreme land of Dazhuang.

The Jiuwu Supreme, who dragged the entire village into the mud, lived in this solemn and beautiful palace wall.

The emperor of Dazhuang, who made his father die with his eyes and his mentor, was hiding under this brilliant and dazzling green tiles!

The fog that had been tossing and turning overnight slowly dissipated under the golden light, and the ideal shone in his chest. He seemed to see his father and his mentor standing side by side in front of the palace gate, open and honest.

Mu Zhengliu tidied up his clothes and walked towards the palace gate step by step.

The drum tower that climbed the Wen Gu was on the right side of the palace gate. A guard stood lazily holding a spear in his hand. When Mu Zhengliu went upstairs, he was still a little overwhelmed. He waited for the guy to come up to the drum tower and then he followed in shock: "What are you going to do?"

"Ask for justice." Mu Zhenliu said calmly.

The guard's eyes turned and said, "Who is the one who sued?"

"Jingren."

The guard was shocked when he heard the word "Jing", but the name "Jingren" was very unfamiliar. The Dazhuang Dynasty had little taboo on names, such as King Xin and King Long, most people also knew the names of princes. After thinking about it for a long time, the guards could not think of anyone. They thought to themselves: Could it be the side branch of a royal family?
Chapter completed!