Chapter 173 Taoist Priest
In old calligraphy and paintings, there is always a small hook at the end of the horizontal stroke, which shows that the writer had the habit of ending the stroke.
But the one Mu Qing just wrote didn’t have a tick!
Hu Xiner asked Mu Qing to write it again and found that he really had no habit of putting his pen to rest.
"These two calligraphy works are not from the same person..."
She murmured and told Mu Qing what she had discovered.
After realizing this, the atmosphere became a little weird.
Same face, same brilliant writing style.
If Mu Qing is not Lu Yunjue, the most handsome man in the capital, then who is he?
The wind outside the house swept past quickly, pulling at the window screens mercilessly, and the wood made a heavy and panicked sound.
Hu Xiner felt a chill in her heart: "Mu Qing."
She called out, but Mu Qing's face turned pale and he was in a daze, unable to come back to his senses.
"This handwriting is from many years ago. Perhaps it has changed?"
Hu Xiner didn't even believe the excuses she made to comfort Mu Qing.
At night, Mu Qing had the same nightmare again.
He lay on a cold stone platform, unable to move, with a knife constantly scratching his face, causing him excruciating pain.
He could almost feel the traces of blood rolling down his cheek. The knife was extremely sharp and thin, and after cutting through the flesh, it could easily go deeper.
But this time, Mu Qing struggled to open his eyes a crack and saw the face of the man holding the knife clearly.
He was an old man with a white beard and a strange smile on his face.
Faintly, he seemed to hear someone calling him "Daoist Master".
"Master!"
Mu Qing suddenly cried out in his sleep, then opened his eyes, sweating profusely. The buzzing in his ears only faded after a few breaths.
The coldness and sharp pain of the blade seemed to still remain on his face.
Hu Xiner also slept uneasily tonight. She woke up soon after and called him a few times, but he seemed not to hear her and stared blankly at the ceiling of the bed.
She held Mu Qing in her arms, all sleepiness gone: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"
In the past, Mu Qing would have kept everything to himself because he didn't want Hu Xin'er to worry.
But Hu Xiner clearly felt that although the person in her arms did not speak, his breathing was extremely heavy and rapid. He even curled up and trembled instinctively the moment she hugged him.
At this moment, he was as fragile as a child.
Hu Xin'er kept rubbing his back: "Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."
Mu Qing had no background, but his body was trembling slightly, as if he was still immersed in that pain.
With Hu Xiner's gentle comfort, his breathing slowly calmed down.
"Would you like to hear a lullaby from my hometown?"
The night wind was blowing outside the window and flowing into the room through the gaps.
In the darkness, Hu Xin'er hugged her husband and gently leaned her head against Mu Qing.
Just looking at this action, the wife is snuggling in her husband's arms.
The expressions and tones of the two people at the moment clearly showed that Mu Qing was being protected by Hu Xiner.
Seeing that Mu Qing did not answer, Hu Xiner raised her hand, wiped the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and asked again with tenderness in her eyes.
Mu Qing nodded.
Hu Xin'er began to hum softly: "The moon is bright, the wind is calm~"
She sang the song out of tune, but fortunately no one in the world had ever heard it.
This gentle tune entered Mu Qing's ears, relaxing his tense nerves. The constant buzzing in his head gradually dissipated under such a subtle and silent influence.
He opened his mouth and tentatively sighed. The night wind and the chirping of insects played outside the house...
It feels like returning to the human world again.
The moment he regained control of his body, he hugged Hu Xin'er tightly, trying to draw some sense of security from her: "Xin'er, what if I really am not Lu Yunjue?"
The gentle singing stopped, and Hu Xin'er took the initiative to move closer to him, bringing the two closer together: "No matter who you are, I will be with you."
"But if people find out that I'm not Lu Yunjue, it will cause a lot of trouble." Mu Qing rested his chin on the top of her soft head.
Thinking of Mother Lu, they both fell silent.
"Mrs. Lu is a good person." Hu Xiner said quietly after a long time.
It would be a lie to say I'm not sad.
She once sincerely believed that she really had a home in another world.
Who could have thought that it would cause Mother Lu to become like this.
Maybe I shouldn’t have come to Beijing in the first place, Mu Qing thought.
At this moment, he really wanted to go back to the town, or escape to any village with Hu Xiner.
Use the money you save to spend the rest of your life in peace and security.
In the capital, all the foundations they had were just castles in the air, and were all labeled as the Lu Family Princess Mansion.
If he was not Lu Yunjue, he would have been kicked out overnight.
Even the eldest princess and Erdong's friendship with him was based on Lu Yunjue.
Is such a relationship really reliable? Mu Qing didn't dare to gamble.
"Let's not talk about these annoying things and go to sleep first." Hu Xin'er patted his back. "We don't have to work tomorrow, so we can sleep as long as we want. Don't be too nervous, or you'll dream about things like this."
Mu Qing hesitated for a while, then asked, "Xin'er, I dreamt someone was operating on my face. Do you think... is this face of mine fake?"
Talking about such topics late at night felt like a cold wind blowing from behind, making Hu Xiner shudder.
"you mean……"
"What if I was originally very ugly?" Mu Qing asked cautiously.
Hu Xiner was silent for a while. She thought Mu Qing was going to say something sensational, but she didn't expect that he was most concerned about this matter.
I felt both amused and sad: "Silly boy, when I picked you up, you were still a homeless man whose face was unclear. Didn't I still marry you as my wife?"
Mu Qing felt that what she said made sense, but...
"But if I'm ugly, I can't be your model."
His voice was muffled.
"It doesn't matter. Even if you don't have beauty, you still have powerful martial arts skills." Hu Xin'er coaxed him. "You are an indispensable existence in my life. This has nothing to do with whether you can make money for me."
Mu Qing was still extremely conflicted. His wife wasn't after money or sex, so what could she want from him?
Hu Xiner leaned forward and made eye contact with the anxious Mu Qing.
In the bed, the two held hands.
"Mu Qing," she asked softly, "Do you believe me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. But your career has just begun. If something happens to me, the princess and the others may not be willing to work as hard as before. Then..."
Hu Xin'er put a finger in front of his lips: "None of this matters."
She saw the hesitation in Mu Qing's eyes and understood that he was afraid of dragging her down, so she took the initiative to kiss him, melting Mu Qing with her passion.
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