"Father, Mother!"
Seeing Su Mutiansheng and Gongsun Muxue suddenly appear, Mu Lige couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Although they were just two floating ghosts, they were still the two familiar figures in my memory.
"Li Ge..."
Su Mutiansheng tried hard to hold on to his increasingly weak soul, and looked at Mu Lige who was standing beside the bead curtain with a loving face.
"Good boy, don't be sad, your mother and your father are both fine..."
Gongsun Muxue's figure was gradually fading.
The Flower Monk can see the souls of Su Mutiansheng and Gongsun Muxue because he has been a monk since he was a child. As the direct disciple of Master Kurumu, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, his cultivation is naturally not too bad.
But Hua Qingcheng hadn't expected that Su Mutiansheng and Gongsun Muxue would actually take the risk of showing up to see Mu Lige. Didn't they consider that this would lead to their own death?
"Father and Mother, please hurry back to Yaoqin and Moyu!" Hua Qingcheng shouted loudly when she saw that Su Mutiansheng and Gongsun Muxue's souls were becoming more and more transparent.
"Thank you, daughter-in-law! Seeing the two brothers recognize each other with my own eyes, even if Brother Sheng and I are shattered to pieces, we can still smile in Jiuquan..."
Gongsun Muxue's figure became increasingly faint...
"Zheng~"
Hua Qingcheng turned around and walked to the desk, then raised her hand and fiddled with the zither on the desk.
"Weapon Spirit Su Mutiansheng, listen up! Your master, Nalan Qingcheng, now orders you to return to Yaoqin immediately!"
Following Hua Qingcheng's order, Su Mutiansheng, as a soul servant, was forced to return to the Yaoqin involuntarily due to the rules of the master-servant contract, and Gongsun Muxue also entered the black jade on his waist before her soul flew away.
"Qingqing~"
"Father, Mother, and the others..."
Looking at Su Mutiansheng and Gongsun Muxue who suddenly appeared and disappeared, Mu Lige suddenly stopped crying and looked puzzled.
"Brother Li~"
"Father, Mother, and I were almost killed!"
"It seems... they really, really love you! Even though they knew they might lose their souls, they couldn't bear to see you sad and heartbroken, so they took the risk to show up to see you!"
Hua Qingcheng came to Mu Lige with a jade harp in her arms.
"Li Ge deserves to die. He almost harmed my father, mother and others..." Mu Li Ge immediately blamed himself.
"Brother Li, you can't be blamed for this. This time, it was indeed Father and Mother who acted impulsively. But don't worry, Qingcheng will definitely learn the piano well so that you can see each other anytime in the future..."
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At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Lige sent Hua Qingcheng and Wu Chen to the gate of the Imperial College.
"Qingqing, Achen, you should go back to class."
In the carriage, Mu Li, the singer, held the Yaoqin and smiled at Hua Qingcheng and Wu Chen.
That smile was as warm as the morning sun, as comfortable and pleasant as the breeze blowing through the mountains and forests, and also like a pool of clear water stirred up by a small stone, shimmering and charming, slowly rippling Hua Qingcheng's heart.
"Okay, Brother Li, then you go back to the East Palace first. I'll come back as soon as Qingcheng finishes school!"
Hua Qingcheng gently held Mu Lige's face, kissed him on the lips, then pulled Wu Chen out of the carriage and walked towards the gate of the Imperial College.
After Hua Qingcheng and Wu Chen disappeared from the gate of the Imperial College, Mu Lige put away his warm smile that was as gentle as the spring breeze. His handsome face suddenly became terribly dark, like the sky before a storm, gloomy and dull.
"Shumo, Lixiang, have someone prepare some hot porridge and buy some steamed buns. We'll go to the south gate of the city and give alms to the beggars and refugees."
"Yes, Masa-kun!"
After Shumo lowered the curtain of the carriage, he and Lixiang sat in the driver's seat of the carriage. They first went to a bun shop to buy all the buns and steamed buns, and then drove the carriage towards the south gate of the city.
2:15 PM, at the south gate of the city.
"Boss, will anyone really come to give out buns later?"
A little girl of five or six years old, dressed in rags, was looking at a middle-aged man, also dressed in rags, with shining eyes.
He was tall and straight, his hair disheveled and his face grimy, yet he exuded a subtle air of iron-blooded majesty. This man was none other than Long Yi, the former commander of the Zhaoyang Empire's imperial guards and the current head coach of Mu Lige's rebel army.
"Yes, Chuncao, the boss will give you two more in a while."
Long Yi touched the little girl's head lovingly. Looking at Chuncao, he felt as if he saw his deceased daughter.
A quarter of an hour ago, Long Yi suddenly received a message from the young master's secret guards, saying that he would meet him in the south of the city, so Long Yi immediately gathered a group of beggars to guard the gate of the south city.
Since these beggars just stayed there quietly, only occasionally begging from passers-by, and neither made any noise nor blocked the road, the soldiers guarding the city looked displeased but did not use violence to drive them away.
At three quarters past noon, Mu Lige's carriage arrived at the city's southern gate. Outside the gate, several large pots of hot porridge were already set up.
Mu Lige made no effort to conceal his whereabouts, coming openly and honestly, untraceable to anyone's pursuit. Under the pretext of praying for his unborn child, he distributed porridge, steamed buns, and other items to beggars outside the city's south gate and some displaced refugees.
"Line up, come one by one, don't cut in line!"
Shumo and Lixiang maintained order among the crowd while distributing porridge. As for Mu Lige, Shumo, Lixiang, and the others were worried that he would get burned by the hot porridge, so Mu Lige could only give out steamed buns and dumplings to beggars and refugees. Behind him, a cold-faced evil spirit stood—Zuo'an.
Zuo An's face was grim because this man hadn't played by the rules, which had added extra work to his workload. In the end, Zuo An decided to blame Hua Qingcheng for everything, and only then could he comfort himself.
"Wow, Boss, it's really steaming hot porridge! And it's made with plump rice grains!"
Chuncao looked at the people queuing up for porridge next door taking away bowls of fragrant white porridge, and couldn't help swallowing hard.
"Chuncao, be good. Let's get the buns first. They're easier to carry." Long Yi said with a smile.
"Yeah." Chuncao nodded towards Long Yiming.
"Little girl, hold it carefully, be careful of the heat!" Mu Lige handed a bun and a steamed bun to Chuncao.
"Thank you, big brother!" Chuncao smiled sweetly, and her teeth were showing.
The next person in line to get the buns was Long Yi.
"Young Master is so kind-hearted. Your child will surely have great fortune, wealth, longevity and endless prosperity!" Long Yi personally gave his sincere blessings to the young master and the unborn little master.
"Thank you. Here are the buns and steamed buns for you, eat them while they're hot!"
Mu Lige gave Long Yi two steamed buns and two steamed buns, and Long Yi took the opportunity to stuff a booklet into Mu Lige's wide sleeves.
Long Yi moved swiftly and quickly, and no one present noticed except Zuo An.
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