"Brother, actually..." Mu Jingyan had never seen his brother so nervous before, "No matter what you do, the Zheng family may not appreciate it."
How could Mu Jingrui not understand it?
However, regardless of whether the Zheng family appreciated it or not, he felt that he should see Zheng Zhixing off for the last time.
He recalled the days when he marched and fought with Zheng Zhixing.
Zheng Zhixing was just a child who had not experienced much of the world. He grew up in a privileged environment, but he was not at all spoiled like a rich young man.
He was willing to join the army out of a sincere desire to serve the court, not for a bright future.
Perhaps because of Shangguan Wanning, Mu Jingrui always protected Zheng Zhixing like his own brother.
Even when Zheng Zhixing was in the most difficult time, he would still seek help from him. Mu Jingrui really wanted to do something for Zheng Zhixing.
But, those regrets can never be made up for.
The funeral procession came slowly. Mu Jingrui walked out with his servants, filled three glasses of wine, and planned to toast Zheng Zhixing.
Just as his wrist was slightly lowered, a strong murderous aura surged over him, forcing him to stop.
Zheng Bingrong stood up, glared at Mu Jingrui, and said coldly: "Our Zheng family doesn't need your glass of wine."
"Whether you need it or not, this is what I respectfully know and do."
Mu Jingrui lowered his head and ignored Zheng Bingrong's gaze and continued to toast.
After receiving eye signals from his two brothers, Zheng Bingrong struck out with a palm.
Mu Jingrui was prepared and dodged sideways. The two of them started fighting back and forth, and the wine glass was pushed back and forth between them.
Zheng Bingrong's moves were ruthless, and Mu Jingrui gave in step by step.
Shangguan Wanning was terrified. She really wanted to stop the fight and couldn't help but step forward, but suddenly her wrist tightened.
She looked back and saw that it was her mother who had grabbed her wrist.
"mother……"
"Ning'er, don't interfere. Mother knows what you're thinking, but..." Madam Shangguan looked at her daughter's tearful eyes and said cruelly, "You should let it go. From the day Mu Jingrui killed Zhixing, it's impossible for you and him to be together again."
Shangguan Wanning took a breath of cold air.
She also had resentment towards Mu Jingrui in her heart, but the resentment could not make her forget it.
Just when Shangguan Wanning was confused, Zheng Bingrong and Mu Jingrui slapped each other.
Zheng Bingrong took three steps back, while Mu Jingrui stood there motionless.
Zheng Binghong narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed across his eyes.
Mu Jingrui's martial arts skills were much higher than he had imagined.
Both sides of the street were filled with onlookers, who were whispering to each other, as if they were all waiting to see a lively scene.
The Yiyong Marquis Mansion has a century-old foundation in the court, and Mu Jingrui is a rising star who is in the limelight.
The showdown between them is something to look forward to.
Zheng Bingrong felt that he had lost face in public and was about to try his best to give it another try, but was stopped by Zheng Binghong.
“Brother…”
"Step aside."
Zheng Binghong took a few steps forward and looked at Mu Jingrui, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an arc of contempt.
"General Mu wants to offer a roadside sacrifice for my nephew. That's fine. However, your status is different from others. You have to kneel down when you toast."
When Shangguan Wanning heard this, she closed her eyes in pain.
How could Mu Jingrui, such a proud man, kneel down to toast Zheng Zhixing?
She suddenly realized that in her new life, she had been trying to prevent the tragedy of her previous life from happening again, and to prevent her family from becoming enemies with this evil star. The result was...
"Zhixing has been with me in the front lines, and I consider him my brother. Today, I must toast him with these three glasses of wine. If you have other complaints against me, you can talk about them after today."
"This is ridiculous. Mu Jingrui, what do you think our Zheng family is? I want you to kneel down now."
Zheng Bingrong ignored his brother's obstruction and attacked Mu Jingrui again.
Mu Jingrui took a few steps back and flashed past Zheng Bingrong's left side. By the time Zheng Bingrong realized the danger, it was too late.
Mu Jingrui's fingers clamped around Zheng Bingrong's throat.
"Mu Jingrui, let go."
Zheng Binghang couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He rushed forward a few steps, but saw that Mu Jingrui's fingers increased in strength.
This forced him to stop.
Mu Jingrui had a blank expression on his face. He winked at the servant, who came over with three glasses of wine.
He held Zheng Bingrong hostage with one hand and slowly tilted the wine glass with the other.
"Zhixing, have a pleasant journey."
After the toast, Mu Jingrui let go of Zheng Bingrong.
The Zheng family's accompanying servants immediately stepped forward to support him.
At this time, Zheng Bingrong's face had turned ashen.
Mu Jingrui didn't say anything else, but just stepped aside to make way for the Zheng family's funeral procession.
"Brother, we..."
"Walk."
Zheng Binghong was furious, but the current situation made him unable to do anything.
"Third brother, send Zhixing out first." Zheng Binghang looked at his son's coffin and his heart froze.
He made a gesture and the team continued to move forward.
When Shangguan Wanning and Mu Jingrui passed each other, their eyes met and Mu Jingrui showed a little more tenderness.
He had a lot to say to Shangguan Wanning, but he couldn't utter a word.
Watching the team go away, Mu Jingrui stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
"Brother, are you okay?" Mu Jingyan walked forward and gently pulled his sleeve, "How about I go find ..."
"It's okay." Mu Jingrui interrupted his sister, simply replied with two words, and strode back into the house.
Mu Jingyan looked at his brother's sad back and sighed deeply.
As dusk fell, Mu Jingyan left home through the back door and came to an inconspicuous tea shop.
"Miss Mu, my master has arrived."
The person guarding the door opened the door for Mu Jingyan. She walked in and saw that there was only one table in the huge main hall.
The table was filled with a variety of snacks, and the scent of jasmine filled the air.
When Xiao Yujue saw Mu Jingyan, she immediately stood up, walked over and held her hand, a gentle smile in her eyes.
"Missed me?" Xiao Yujue reached out and gently stroked Mu Jingyan's cheek and asked, "You've never taken the initiative to ask me out."
Mu Jingyan's cheeks flushed, and he lowered his head to avoid Xiao Yujue's teasing gaze. "How could I miss you? I have something serious to talk to you about. I want to... um..."
Xiao Yujue kissed Mu Jingyan gently on the lips without waiting for her to finish her words.
After a long time, he let go of Mu Jingyan and held her in his arms. "But, I miss you."
Mu Jingyan's heart warmed, and he leaned into Xiao Yujue's arms, involuntarily opening his arms and hugging him.
She closed her eyes and absorbed his scent.
Xiao Yujue gently patted Mu Jingyan's back and asked softly, "You came to me, do you want me to propose marriage to your brother as soon as possible?"
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