Chapter 151 He lied. What he gave Wen Ningning was a fake.
Mu Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped and covered his chest, "You...you..."
Wen Xingluo put down his bow and arrow and walked up to him step by step.
The light of snow shines into the boudoir.
Wen Xingluo grabbed Mu Dong's bloodstained collar, forcing him to lower his head and listen to her. "Mr. Mu, you probably don't know that I hate being threatened the most. Mr. Mu and your sister are indeed siblings. You are both equally disgusting."
After she finished speaking, she pushed Mu Dong down.
Her boudoir is on the third floor.
Mu Dong fell to the ground with a thud. The blood from his chest gradually dyed the snow red. He kept his eyes open in shock until his death.
Tonight, Wen Xingluo gave all the maids in Xiejinyuan a day off, and Cuicui led the old women to the back rooms to drink, so she and Cuicui were the only ones who heard the noise in the whole courtyard.
Cuicui quickly picked up the hoe and buried Mu Dong in the hibiscus bushes.
Wen Xingluo looked at her, "You belong to my grandmother. I stole Wen Qingsong's body, murdered Mu Zhiqiu, and now I've killed Mu Dong. Why didn't you tell my grandmother?"
"What are you talking about, young lady?" Cuicui was unhappy. "I was given to you by the Concubine Dowager, so I belong to you! As the saying goes, a woman shouldn't have two husbands, and a servant shouldn't serve two masters. I won't betray my master! In short, whatever you do is right, and I will never betray you!"
She has been following Wen Xingluo for almost two years.
Having lived and eaten together for two years, it was no longer a simple master-servant relationship.
Wen Xingluo felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He picked up the hoe and walked forward. "I'll dig with you. After we bury him, we'll go back and have a barbecue around the fire."
"Really? Then I won't be polite. I want to eat a whole roast chicken!" Cui Cui's mouth was watering. "And boil a pot of hot wine! On a cold winter night, hiding in the warm room and enjoying wine and barbecue is the happiest thing!"
Light snow gradually began to fall around.
At this time, in Mu Zhiqiu's yard.
"Young Master hasn't come back yet?" Mu Zhiqiu frowned. "It's so late, where could he go?"
Mu Dong's servant scratched his head. "I don't know either! The young master left an hour ago, saying he had something important to attend to and would be back soon. He asked me to leave the door open for him. I waited and waited, but I got really impatient, so I came back to report to the young lady first!"
As they were talking, the maid suddenly rushed in, "Miss, the commander is here!"
Mu Zhiqiu stood up suddenly and was about to go back to her room to dress up when the maid hesitated, "Miss, something's not right. You...you should go out and take a look yourself..."
Mu Zhiqiu stepped out of the dormitory. The yard was brightly lit and surrounded by a circle of black-armored soldiers.
A trace of uneasiness welled up in her heart, and she bowed gently towards the main entrance. "Visiting friends on a snowy night is quite elegant. Since the commander-in-chief has come to visit my daughter, why doesn't he come inside and sit for a while instead of making such a commotion?"
Fushan brushed off his robe and walked out from the black-armored soldiers. "Miss Mu, you are mistaken. My master did not come tonight."
Seeing Mu Zhiqiu's expression turn grim, he forced a smile and said, "I'm dispatching a hundred black-armored soldiers to protect Miss Mu on my master's orders. From now on, Miss Mu must report to my master before entering or leaving the courtyard. Letters and other things must also be reviewed by my master before they can be sent to Yangcheng."
Mu Zhiqiu suddenly lost his composure and shouted, "What? The commander wants to put me under house arrest?!"
Fushan laughed and said, "Look at what you said. It's clearly protection, so how did it become house arrest?"
Snowflakes fell on Mu Zhiqiu's cheeks, freezing cold.
She seemed to suddenly understand something and took a half step back with a pale face.
She murmured, "He doesn't want to cooperate with the Mu family, nor does he want to marry me, but he also doesn't want the Mu family to serve the emperor. But he just killed Du Guanghong's entire family. If he kills the Mu family again, it will be equivalent to giving the emperor a reason to send troops to attack Shu. So, he wants to imprison my brother and me in Rongcheng as hostages, using our lives to threaten our father, so that he will no longer serve as the emperor's eyes and ears... My coming to Rongcheng was originally a huge conspiracy..."
Fushan chuckled. "You sound as if my master is some scheming person. From the beginning to the end, wasn't all this your own choice?"
Mu Zhiqiu's eyes turned red as he pressed on again, "Where is my brother?!"
Fushan smiled without answering and turned away.
"Stop, you dog!"
Mu Zhiqiu became anxious and quickly ran down the stairs to grab Fushan, but was blocked by the black-armored soldiers. No matter how hard she screamed, they refused to let go.
Mu Zhiqiu collapsed and knelt, his fingers digging deeply into the snow.
She couldn't tell...
It's hard to tell whether all this was deliberately planned by Xie Guanlan, or whether he was taking revenge on Wen Xingluo...
She originally thought that as long as she worked hard, even the toughest steel could be turned into something as soft as silk.
But Xie Guanlan was cunning and ruthless, like a wild beast lurking in the dark, waiting to be killed with one blow. She had no idea what he was thinking, nor could she guard against him at all!
Mu Zhiqiu raised his red, tearful eyes and looked far away in the direction of Canglang Pavilion.
Xie Guanlan...
As expected, he is the man she chose, he is really cruel!
Only if you are ruthless enough can you climb to that position surrounded by wolves.
But when she thought that such a man with great potential did not belong to her or the Mu family, she felt itchy!
What exactly should I do to get Xie Guanlan? !
The towers of Canglang Pavilion are tall and the lights are as bright as day.
On the golden nanmu bed, a black silk nightgown outlined Xie Guanlan's broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had not tied up his hair after bathing, and his jet-black hair was scattered freely on his cheeks. His superior brow bones and nose bridge shone like jade in the candlelight.
He looked quietly at the Kongming lantern hanging above the bed.
The bamboo frame is old, the lamp cover is broken, and there are traces of candle burns.
He lied.
What he returned to Wen Ningning was just a fake, and he took the real lamp into the palace and hid it.
He didn't get much in his life.
This lamp is extremely precious.
He couldn't bear to burn it.
The slender fingertips gently stroked the lamp.
On the rolled-up lantern cover, the words "stargazing" can be vaguely seen.
He was the one who taught her how to write, so he could recognize her handwriting.
"Stargazing..."
Xie Guanlan, heard the stars fall.
That's their name.
He remembered that night when Yangcheng was filled with fireworks and the streets were bustling with people. Young girls wrote their wishes on Kongming lanterns. Their little girl stood among them, pen in hand, deep in thought. The night wind lifted her golden skirt. She thought for a long time before writing down her wish.
When releasing the Kongming lanterns, she covered his eyes and prevented him from looking.
At that time, he thought that her wish was nothing more than asking for peace.
turn out to be……
It's him.
The fingertips carefully smoothed out the curled-up ink writing on the lantern.
The young man's Adam's apple rolled in a suppressed and restrained manner.
The lights tonight shine into his eyes and brows, which are as cold as the water on a barren mountain, adding a little warmth at the beginning of winter.
The next day.
Wen Xingluo came to visit Mu Zhiqiu with a box of pastries.
Mu Zhiqiu sat on the rose chair, her spine straight and her posture upright. She looked like a noble lady from a well-born family. "Are you here to laugh at me?"
Wen Xingluo picked up a piece of jujube paste cake and took a small bite. "I just came to treat Sister Mu to some cakes. The jujube paste cakes in Grandma's yard are the best."
"My brother is missing," Mu Zhiqiu stared into her eyes, "Does this have anything to do with you? Or is it Xie Guanlan who imprisoned him somewhere else?!"
"You're talking about Master Mu..." Wen Xingluo wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief and looked up at her calmly, "He's dead."
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