Snowflakes fall on my shoulders, red lanterns illuminate the evening candles.
This moment is just like that moment back then.
If we're talking about hatred, Mu Zi'an doesn't feel any hatred towards Lu Yunxue at all.
For him, the Mu Zi'an of the past is the past, and the Mu Zi'an of the present is himself.
A cold wind howled past, ruffling the hair between the two people's brows.
The Lu Yunxue of today no longer possesses the arrogant and flamboyant spirit she once had when riding a horse.
A hint of sorrow welled up between her brows, and she seemed to transform from a thorny rose into a snow-covered jasmine.
The once formidable and powerful female marquis now appears weary and worn.
A hint of disorientation flashed in Lu Yunxue's eyes as she looked at Mu Zian in front of her.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and Lu Yunxue saw neither hatred nor a trace of love in Mu Zi'an's eyes.
There was only a calm and deep stillness, like a deep pool, as if the two had never met.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, but Mu Zi'an continued walking forward without stopping.
Many pedestrians on both sides of the street were smiling, and several women wearing colorful jackets were holding their lovers' wrists and carrying lanterns.
The laughter of Yingying that came to her ears was like sharp thorns piercing Lu Yunxue's heart.
Once upon a time, all the peach blossoms in the city bloomed for one person.
Now that the snow has fallen, the two are like strangers.
Lu Yunxue personally lost the boy who once had eyes only for her.
However, no one can blame anyone else for all of this.
In a daze, a cold wind brushed past my face.
Mu Zian's figure brushed past Lu Yunxue, who was standing there stunned.
Without the slightest pause, without the slightest hesitation.
Mu Zian's indifference was even colder than the heavy snowfall.
In a daze, Lu Yunxue subconsciously reached out to grab Mu Zian's clothes.
However, the cloak slipped through her fingers.
With a bang, a firework shot into the sky in the distance.
Hang starlight above the night sky.
On the long street, Mu Zian's figure gradually disappeared into the distance under Lu Yunxue's gaze.
With a soft patter, a tear rolled down Lu Yunxue's cheek without her noticing.
At this moment, she didn't even have the courage to call out Mu Zi'an's name.
In the biting air, a last, chilly sound seemed to drift by.
"This parting is final; years will pass, mountains will be high and rivers will be long, and we will never meet again."
The cold wind whipped up the loose snow on the ground, just like the marriage certificates that had been scattered all over the sky that day.
For Mu Zian, Lu Yunxue's appearance was nothing more than a fleeting moment, nothing to linger over or worry about.
All hatred will dissipate with time.
At this moment, on his way back to the Duke of Zhenguo's residence, Mu Zian's steps suddenly became a little lighter for some reason.
It seemed that from this moment on, the shackles buried deep in my heart were suddenly broken.
Only now do I feel like I'm truly living in this world and in this era.
For a spoiled brat, sleeping in late should be a basic skill.
But perhaps it was the six months of climbing ice and snow that caused him to give up this excellent quality.
The next morning, Mu Zian got up very early.
Having just changed into casual clothes and arrived at the front hall, he saw Liu Rushi, dressed in a long robe with her long hair flowing, sitting at the table reading a newspaper.
Upon seeing Mu Zian, Liu Rushi put down her newspaper and stood up.
"Greetings, young master."
Mu Zian didn't care at all, and casually sat down at the table, picked up a pastry from the plate, and began to eat it.
To be honest, if one could live a comfortable life as a spoiled brat, who would be willing to risk their life on the battlefield?
Liu Rushi, who was standing to the side, consciously stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for Mu Zian.
Looking at the emerald green tea in the celadon teacup, Mu Zian felt a lingering unease for some reason, fearing that something might have been added to it again.
Seeing Mu Zi'an staring blankly at a cup of tea, Liu Ru couldn't help but ask curiously.
"What's wrong, young master? Is the tea not to your liking?"
Liu Rushi's voice interrupted Mu Zi'an's deep thoughts.
With a quick shake of his head, Mu Zian hurriedly dispersed the alluring body of Mi Linglong.
Just as Mu Zian finished drinking the tea in his cup, Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng arrived together from outside the door.
Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng did not hold any official rank in the Dali army; they were more like Mu Zi'an's personal guards.
His status depended entirely on Mu Zi'an's identity.
"Greetings, young master."
Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng bowed deeply.
"Zilong, since you two are here, let's have a meal together."
Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng knew their young master's character well, so they did not refuse.
Upon seeing this, Liu Rushi immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare more food.
"Have the night scouts all been settled?"
Zhao Yun nodded in reply.
"Everything has been arranged, and we have already sent people to deliver the compensation for the fallen."
Mu Zian was very satisfied upon hearing this.
Compared to the Beiwei Army, the Modao Brigade, and the Qihuo Army, these are unorthodox methods that are rewarded by the system.
The Night Scouts were a private army established entirely by Xiao Xiuning, and were officially a private force belonging solely to Mu Zi'an.
Mu Zian said softly.
"Next spring, I will double the size of the night watchman operation."
"If any new firearms are developed in Liangzhou in the future, they will be prioritized for deployment."
In Mu Zian's vision, the Night Watchmen were an all-around special forces combat unit.
In the future, it is very likely that we will need to carry out decapitation strikes deep behind enemy lines, so the requirements must continue to be improved.
Moreover, with Zhao Yun personally leading the Night Scouts, their combat strength will be raised to another level.
Just as Mu Zian was discussing military affairs with Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng, Liu Rushi walked over slowly and spoke.
"This is something Miss Ning left for you. I didn't give it to you last time you came and went in such a hurry."
Receiving the box from Liu Rushi's hands, Ning Hongchen and Mu Zian were still quite conflicted.
Mu Zian opened the box and saw a safety buckle inside.
Next to the safety buckle, there was a note.
Mu Zian picked up the note and saw a poem written on it.
Half my life I've mistaken sand between my fingers, and fleeting light for the sunset.
If you were to examine the truth, you would see only a scabbed mark, a deep purple hue.
If we're talking about time, Ning Hongchen was his first woman in this life.
However, their relationship has always been one of cooperation; Mu Zian provides her with protection, and she provides Mu Zian with the information he needs.
There is certainly genuine affection involved, but the extent of it is unknown.
Just as Mu Zian was in a daze, Liu Rushi reached out her slender hands, took out the safety buckle, and put it on Mu Zian's waist, and then said.
“Miss Ning is quite skillful; this safety buckle is a perfect match for you, young master.”
Mu Zian looked up at Liu Rushi, but thought to himself.
How come I never noticed before that the two of them were such good friends?
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