Chapter 434 Mu Ya's Death
Uncle Yun Ba's heart skipped a beat. He held Mu Ya with one hand and held the reins with the other. "Go..."
The carriage left quickly.
"Mu Ya, I'll take you to see Mr. Ke." Uncle Yun drove away from another place in a carriage.
For speed.
Uncle Yun unloaded the carriage and rode back to Baijia Village.
His hands were covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was his blood or Mu Ya's blood.
"Eighth Master. Don't rush."
"Mu Ya is so cold, so cold."
Uncle Yun held Mu Ya in his arms and shouted anxiously, "Mu Ya, don't fall asleep. Okay?"
"Eighth Master."
Mu Ya spat out a mouthful of blood, a smile appearing in his eyes.
She no longer had the strength to lift her hands.
Uncle Yun hugged her and roared in pain.
"Mu Ya."
Wait until he brings Mu Ya back to Baijia Village.
Everyone saw Uncle Yun Ba, covered in blood, falling down while holding Mu Ya.
An San and Ah Si hurried over.
"Take them back quickly."
Uncle Yun held Mu Ya tightly in his arms and couldn't let go.
Dark Three: ...?
"Call Mr. Ke over."
Wait until Mr. Ke and Mo Youting come over.
Mr. Ke first looked at Mu Ya and sighed.
"Miss Mu Ya is gone."
Mo Youting knelt on the ground, "I don't believe it. We can still save her."
Mr. Ke didn't know if Shen Yunyue had any medicine that could save Mu Ya, but no one in the entire Medicine King Valley could bring the dead back to life.
"It's probably been an incense stick of time since Miss Mu Ya passed away."
Mo Youting didn't care that she was stained with blood, "Mr. Ke, what should we do?"
Chunhe learned the news.
Mu Ya was both a teacher and a friend to the four of them. All the skills they knew were taught by Mu Ya.
"Xia He. What did you hear?"
"Miss Mu Ya is gone." Xia He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
It took a lot of effort to pull Uncle Yun away.
Old Ke lifted up Uncle Yun's clothes and saw a sword wound on the back of his shoulder that was contaminated with poison.
He quickly gave him a hundred-poison pill.
After bandaging his wounds, he said, "It seems that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated. Master Ba's kung fu is unmatched in Shihanzhou."
While bandaging the wound, Mr. Ke explained to An San and the others.
“I remember there were strangers coming to Shihan County.”
Those strangers were the same group of people who chased Yingfeng and the others that day.
"Could it be that he came from the top of the Ice Sea?"
Mr. Ke’s hand trembled.
"It's possible."
Until the afternoon.
Uncle Yun Ba finally woke up, his bloodshot eyes opening. "Mu Ya, Mu Ya..."
Uncle Yun Ba hurriedly got out of bed.
Monkey opened the door and supported Uncle Yun.
"Eighth Master. Miss Mu Ya is gone."
"Leaving? Where to?" Uncle Yun looked at the monkey hopefully.
He hoped Mu Ya would return to the capital.
"The arrow shot into her heart. Miss Muya is dead."
Uncle Yun felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Where's Mr. Ke?"
Monkey: .... "Even Mr. Ke can't do anything."
"Monkey, I'll go see Mu Ya." Uncle Yun came to Mu Ya's side with the help of Monkey.
Looking at her lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
Mu Ya's voice rang in my ears.
Why did he feel that there was a big difference between the two of them? It seemed as if he could hear Mu Ya's voice in his ears.
"Eighth Master, I'm really happy that Mu Ya was able to save you."
"When the Eighth Master gets married, don't tell me."
At the end of Mu Ya's life, she was talking about him...
Uncle Yun knelt in front of Mu Ya, whimpering painfully from his throat.
He didn't let anyone come over.
Three days later.
Mo Yiran came over again. "It's time to let Mu Ya rest in peace. How can you let her rest in peace like this?"
Uncle Yun Ba slowly raised his head.
"Can you do me a favor? I want to marry Mu Ya, my only wife in this life."
Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.
Many people who die without getting married are arranged to have ghost marriages.
But people like them...
One-of-a-kind.
Uncle Yun Jiu pursed his lips and silently looked at Uncle Yun Ba, who looked very old, and sighed:
"Eighth Brother. Weiyang and I will arrange the wedding for you and Eighth Sister-in-law."
"Okay, thank you very much."
"Everyone must come to the wedding."
Uncle Yun Jiu nodded.
"good."
soon.
Uncle Yun’s bamboo house and Mu Ya’s bamboo house were decorated.
After going through all the processes.
Uncle Yun looked at the coffin in the house. He took a pair of scissors and cut off a strand of his hair and placed it in Mu Ya's coffin.
She also cut off Mu Ya's hair and put it together with his hair in a purse embroidered with bamboo leaves, which she wore close to her body.
Uncle Yun moved his lips and said, "I want to take Mu Ya back to Yunjiazhuang."
He remembered that Mu Ya said she liked Yunjiazhuang.
Willing to live there with her.
Before Uncle Yun took Mu Ya and you away, Chun He found Uncle Yun.
"Eighth Master. Sister Mu Ya made a lot of clothes and shoes. She said she only has a few years left to live."
"I hope you can wear her clothes for the rest of your life. Clothes you buy will never fit as well as clothes made by hand."
"Where?"
Chun He took Uncle Yun Ba over and looked inside Mu Ya's room. Several boxes were filled with his clothes.
Uncle Yun couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Miss Chunhe, I want to take Mu Ya's clothes with me. As for her jewelry, I'll keep two pieces as a keepsake."
"The rest, you can divide it among Xia He, Qiu He, and Dong He."
Chunhe and the others covered their mouths and nodded.
Mu Ya’s favorite hairpins are actually the wooden hairpin and the silver hairpin given to her by Uncle Yun.
When Uncle Yun left.
It snowed in Shihan County, which was usually sunny.
It’s the beginning of March in the lunar calendar.
A heavy snow fell for no reason.
Snowflakes fell on the coffin and on Uncle Yun's heart.
The people of Baijia Village came here spontaneously.
Everyone knew that the girl Mu Ya, who always spoke in a soft voice, had left and followed Uncle Yun Ba out of Baijia Village.
Fu Xuanting stood next to Duan Peiyan.
Tears welled up in her eyes, "Poor Mu Ya. Is it happiness or misfortune?"
Duan Peiyan bravely held Fu Xuanting's hand. "Xuanting, let's not make the same mistake they did."
"No matter what, you have to say it out." Duan Peiyan's original timidity disappeared.
He looked at Fu Xuanting, who was in tears, and thought to himself that he must not have too many concerns. He couldn't wait until life and death to understand his feelings.
"good."
There is nothing that cannot be said in Fu Xuanting's dictionary.
Arrived at Yunjiazhuang.
Uncle Yun didn't ask anyone for help. He dug a big hole in the backyard of his house.
Only then did he let people lower Mu Ya's coffin.
The soil and snowflakes fell together.
Uncle Yun whispered:
"Mu Ya, your husband will always be with you from now on. He will never leave you again."
He ended up making a tombstone.
It reads: The tomb of beloved wife Mu Ya, with husband Yun Zhi standing far away.
Finished these things.
Uncle Yun Ba asked Uncle Yun Jiu and the others to leave.
"Let me practice hard, and I will leave Yunjiazhuang one day just to seek revenge."
"From now on, I will never leave again."
Before my eyes...
The little girl I met for the first time said he was ugly...
It all seems like it happened just yesterday.
We are almost at Wanjian Villa.
Shen Yunyue, Fu Xuanheng and others set up a tent at the edge of the woods.
Someone outside is cooking.
Shen Yunyue sat in the tent.
Lean on the mattress, close your eyes and rest.
In a trance...
She saw Mu Ya walking towards her with a smile on her face, her hair combed into a bun.
"Young Madam. I am here to say goodbye to you."
Mu Ya knelt down and kowtowed three times. "From now on, I can no longer serve the young lady. Chunhe and the other maids have trained them very well."
Shen Yunyue felt strange.
"Mu Ya, why are you saying goodbye now that you're married? You can still do things for me?"
After thinking about it, I forgot to add makeup to Mu Ya.
"You didn't even tell me you were getting married, and I haven't even added any makeup to your wedding."
Mu Ya just smiled and said nothing.
"Young Madam, I'm leaving..." She turned and left.
Shen Yunyue opened her eyes.
Thinking of the scene in the dream, I couldn't help but call upon Ba Nian.
"Eight Thoughts."
"The servant is here."
Shen Yunyue touched her chest and said sadly: "Mu Ya is in trouble."
"What? What could happen?"
Ba Nian's heart trembled.
"I dreamed that she said goodbye to me..." Shen Yunyue knew that it was a real goodbye, not just a dream.
Eight thoughts of suspicion:
"Ma'am, it was just a dream."
Yingfeng had already written a secret letter and sent it to Baijia Village, asking about Ansan's affairs in Baijia Village.
The food outside is not cooked yet.
Peregrine falcons flew down overhead.
Fu Xuanheng untied the oil paper on You Falcon's leggings, opened it and his face darkened.
"Yun Yue. Mu Ya was killed three days ago while trying to save Uncle Eight. An San said it was someone from the Ice Sea Summit."
Facing the people on the top of the ice sea.
It's good enough to have one alive.
Shen Yunyue took it, took a look at it, and put the note down.
"Another person from the top of the Ice Sea."
"It seems that this hatred is getting deeper and deeper." Yingfeng and others almost died that day.
Zhu Yi and the others were also held responsible for this.
Plus now Mu Ya...
And some soldiers from the legion.
Shen Yunyue clenched her fists. "The top of the Ice Sea? After we unify the Great Qin, we must go there to meet him."
The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The emperor tried to contact the mysterious man several times but failed. Instead, he received the mysterious man's head and Fu Xuanheng's arrogant and provocative words.
He summoned the emperor.
"The southwest of the Great Zhou was taken over by Fu Xuanheng. The southeast was taken over by that beast Lao Wu."
"The Chang family in the north has also rebelled."
The Emperor had never been so embarrassed as he was now. He shouldn't have let Fu Xuanheng go, thinking that he was poisoned and could not cause any trouble.
The emperor looked anxious.
"Father. Can you contact the messenger again? Are there other messengers?"
Hearing that his son is a loser.
The retired emperor picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it at him. "You useless thing! Why don't you learn some of the skills of the old prince?"
The inkstone fell to the ground.
The ink splashed all over the emperor.
The emperor suppressed the anger in his eyes and compared him with that short-lived ghost.
Is he, the emperor of the Great Zhou, not even as good as a dead person?
"Father."
"Don't call me Father. If the Great Zhou Dynasty were to fall to you, I would have to call you Father."
The emperor covered his head.
His scalp was exploding with pain, so he picked up the wine on the table and drank it in big gulps.
It's still very cold in early March.
The emperor stepped barefoot on the floor, and his clothes were torn open at his chest.
His face was abnormally red.
He drank two pots of wine in a row.
He finally calmed down and said, "Come here, arrange a new messenger for me. I am willing to pay any price as long as Fu Xuanheng and his wife die."
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