Wu Wang looked at the person approaching; he exuded nobility, possessed great fortune, and had dragon energy swirling around him, radiating an aura of majesty. He couldn't help but take another look.
Even Wu Wang was stunned at first glance. He saw a golden thread wrapped around Murong Yu's wrist, and the other end of the golden thread was connected to Mu Qing.
In the past, I have seen other people's marriage lines, which are all red silk threads of varying shades. I have never seen one that wraps around the fingers and wrists like this. Not only is the color a golden color that I have never seen before, but it is also much thicker than ordinary red threads, about the thickness of a finger.
Wu Wang murmured softly, "Truly a match made in heaven..."
Murong Yu noticed Wu Wang's gaze lingering on him and clasped his hands together, saying, "Greetings, Master."
Murong Yu: "Is there something wrong?"
Wu Wang put his hands together in a gesture of respect and said, "Amitabha, there is nothing wrong with you, benefactor."
Murong Yu: "Master just said that he was indeed worthy of it..."
Wu Wang smiled and shook his head, saying, "The Buddha said, 'It cannot be spoken,' so please do not ask any further questions, benefactor."
Murong Yu: "..."
Seeing Murong Yu's embarrassed expression, Mu Qing couldn't help but laugh and changed the subject, saying, "Ayu, did you come to pick me up?"
Upon hearing Mu Qing's voice, Murong Yu no longer bothered to question Wu Wang.
She turned to look at Mu Qing and said gently, "Mm."
Mu Qing turned to Wu Wang and said, "Little Master Wu Wang, we'll be going now. See you later."
Wu Wang: "Please wait patiently, benefactor. Amitabha. Well done, well done."
Mu Qing stepped forward and tugged at Murong Yu's sleeve, saying, "Ayu, let's go back."
Murong Yu looked down at the hand gripping his sleeve, then left with the person, satisfied.
Beijing Fumanlou
Huangfu Hua invited Duan Yang to drink together.
After a few rounds of drinks, Huangfu Hua, looking quite drunk, said, "Duan Yang, I don't want to spend my whole life running around for business like my father."
He stood up and said boldly, "Rather than being confined by life and worrying about firewood and rice, let's join hands and roam the world, walking the vast road of life."
Then, with faltering steps, she walked to Duan Yang's side, looked earnestly into his eyes, and said, "Duan Yang, would you like to come with me?"
"Watch the sunset, the sky ablaze with red clouds; watch the moon high in the sky, the mountain flowers in full bloom; watch the lights of every household in the world, watch this magnificent and prosperous era."
Duan Yang looked away somewhat awkwardly and said, "You're drunk."
Huangfu Hua objected, shouting, "Duan Yang, I'm not drunk, just tell me! Duan Yang, are you willing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed drunk onto Duan Yang.
Duan Yang, looking helpless, helped the person away. The question, "Duan Yang, are you willing?" lingered in his mind and echoed in his heart, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
Six months later
Prime Minister's Residence
Fangcao Pavilion was now fully independent, and Huimin Residence was growing stronger. Mu Qing went to Mu Qi's courtyard, handed him the account books that Fangcao Pavilion had just delivered, and informed Mu Qi that his 20% share of the profits would also be transferred to him in the future, to be used at his discretion. These profits would be used to support his parents and assist the new emperor.
Holding the ledger in his hand, Mu Qi asked in confusion, "Aqing, why is that?"
Mu Qing smiled and said, "Brother, I'm going on a journey, making the world my home, and my return date is uncertain. I'll have to trouble you with the family and Fangcao Pavilion from now on."
Before leaving, Mu Qing went to see Murong Yu. Murong Yu didn't say much, but just stared at him and said, "Okay."
The words "Wait for me" circled in his mouth before he swallowed them back down. After that, he sped up the arrangements he was making.
After bidding farewell to Murong Yu and the Mu family, Mu Qing set off on his travels, enjoying venturing into the deep mountains. He would then hand over any medicinal herbs, food, or flowers he found to the local Fangcao Pavilion's cultivation base, accumulating quite a collection over the course of a year. During his travels, he encountered some injured individuals and treated some difficult-to-treat illnesses, earning him the reputation of a divine healer among the martial arts world.
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