At dawn, as the sky was just beginning to lighten, two carriages stopped in front of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
A hand reached out from the lead carriage and lifted the curtain. The hand had distinct knuckles, and a long, narrow scar on the palm was striking.
The owner of the hand alighted from the carriage. He was a handsome young man with slanted eyes that should have conveyed a cold and stern feeling, but when he smiled slightly, he seemed more approachable.
When Yan Liang came downstairs, he saw the man about to knock on the door.
The main gate of Baihua Tower is always open, so the door knocker is not very useful; people who come to Baihua Tower never knock. Yan Liang thought to himself that this person was quite polite.
The young man was taken aback when he saw him, then exclaimed with delight, "Brother!"
Yan Liang was stunned.
Is this person Mu Rufeng?
The speed was too fast; it had only been five days since I received his letter.
Mu Rufeng thanked Hua Manlou: "Thank you very much, Young Master Hua. If it weren't for your help, my brother would probably be in grave danger."
"It was nothing," Hua Manlou paused, then asked, "Do you know why Yan Liang was injured?"
Mu Rufeng was taken aback: "...Yan Liang?"
He subconsciously glanced at Yan Liang, who was sitting to the side drinking his medicine. Yan Liang looked up at him with a stern face.
"I took it myself," Yan Liang replied with a pained expression, hurriedly taking out candied fruit from the jar and stuffing it into his mouth.
Mu Rufeng came to his senses and said, "I don't know why either. After my brother left home alone, we never heard from him again. I..."
He was only halfway through his sentence when his expression darkened, revealing his deep sorrow.
According to Lu Xiaofeng, the reason Mu Jiangchuan left home was that his younger brother married the woman he loved, a fact that Mu Rufeng told Lu Xiaofeng himself.
Yan Liang comforted his younger brother, who looked particularly heartbroken: "Although I don't know what happened to me, I will go back with you."
Hua Manlou frowned slightly, about to speak, when Yan Liang gently patted his shoulder, and he said nothing more.
Hua Manlou probably wanted to tell him to recover from his injuries before leaving, but Yan Liang was thinking of going to the Mu residence to take a look.
The death of Mu Jiangchuan is shrouded in mystery. To find out the cause, we should go to the Mu residence to thoroughly investigate why Mu Jiangchuan left and what his whereabouts were after leaving.
It was with this in mind that Yan Liang agreed to Mu Rufeng's request to return home immediately.
Lu Xiaofeng saw two carriages at the entrance of Baihualou from afar. He was puzzled at first, but when he saw the emblems on the carriages, he had an idea and strode forward into Baihualou.
Yan Liang winked at him: "It's time to say goodbye, Lu Xiaofeng."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "You're finally leaving."
Yan Liang said sadly, "Don't you feel even a little bit of reluctance towards me?"
Lu Xiaofeng wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back.
Mu Rufeng stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Hero Lu."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "We meet again, Young Master Mu."
Mu Rufeng said, "I should thank Master Lu. If it weren't for Master Lu writing the letter, I wouldn't have known my brother's whereabouts."
His tone was sincere, and his gratitude was evident.
Lu Xiaofeng thought he was being too genuinely happy.
Stroking his beard, Lu Xiaofeng said, "It was nothing more than a small favor. I never expected to see Yan Liang here at Hua Man Lou."
Yan Liang chuckled from the side: "You and Hua Manlou both said it was just a small favor, so would Master Lu be willing to do me the small favor of washing this medicine bowl?"
Lu Xiaofeng: "...I don't want to."
Yan Liang: "What happened to 'it was just a small favor'?"
Mu Rufeng listened to the two bickering with a strange expression.
His older brother... seems to have become more lively after losing his memory?
Mu Rufeng was a gentle and polite person.
Unlike Hua Manlou's affable nature, Mu Rufeng, though also sporting a warm, spring-like smile, exuded a polite distance in his demeanor and speech.
Yan Liang bid farewell to Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng. Mu Rufeng was very good at interpersonal relationships. Although Yan Liang did not specifically mention him, he also gave Hua Manlou a gift to repay the kindness of taking in his brother.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled at the calm Yan Liang beside him: "Look, your younger brother knows how to handle people better than you do."
Yan Liang smiled in response: That's my brother, not yours.
After finishing his conversation with Hua Manlou, Mu Rufeng saw his elder brother exchanging glances with Lu Xiaofeng. Feeling conflicted, he said, "Brother, it's time to go."
Yan Liang responded, "You get in the car first, I'll chat with them for a while longer."
Mu Rufeng nodded and bowed apologetically to Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, saying, "Excuse me."
Yan Liang watched Mu Rufeng get into the carriage, then turned to Hua Manlou and said, "After I get back and familiarize myself with the house, would you like to come visit me?"
Hua Manlou smiled and agreed, but Lu Xiaofeng interjected, "What about me?"
"It was Hua Manlou who took me in, not you. If you want to come, you can, but remember to bring a gift." Yan Liang smiled, revealing his teeth.
Lu Xiaofeng: "...Hey!"
"You really believe that?" Yan Liang raised an eyebrow. "Of course I welcome you to come."
Lu Xiaofeng naturally knew that Yan Liang was joking, and replied, "Your tone doesn't sound like you're joking."
Yan Liang said, "I'll show you some good stuff later."
Lu Xiaofeng: "I want fine wine."
Yan Liang: "Sure."
The two then looked at Hua Manlou, and Lu Xiaofeng said, "If you want something, just say so, and Yan Qionggui will no longer be poor."
Yan Liang added from the side, "Yes, I'm about to become Yan the Rich and Handsome."
Lu Xiaofeng contradicted him: "No, you're not handsome."
He discovered that the other party still insisted on the name "Yan Liang" even after knowing his name was "Mu Jiangchuan," and he himself was more accepting of "Yan Liang."
Hua Manlou was amused by the back-and-forth between the two and said gently, "I don't lack anything. I just hope that Yan Liang can take good care of his injuries, take his medicine on time, and not run around."
Yan Liang was deeply moved: "Hua Manlou...you're so kind. Unlike someone who only cares about fine wine."
Lu, who was only concerned with getting the wine, stared at him from the side.
After agreeing to visit the Mu family in the future, Yan Liang bid farewell to the two and set off with Mu Rufeng.
The carriage appears small and unpretentious from the outside, but once inside, it reveals a hidden world. The carriage floor is covered with carpets, and inside there is a soft couch for resting. In the center is a small low table with an incense burner fixed to it, filling the entire carriage with a delicate floral fragrance. Below the low table are several small drawers containing exquisite pastries.
Yan Liang remained silent for a long time.
This younger brother... really knows how to enjoy life.
Seeing that he looked around and then leaned against the soft pillow in silence, Mu Rufeng felt uneasy and tentatively asked, "Brother, do you still remember this carriage? You designed and arranged it yourself."
Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, not expecting this to be the original owner's arrangement. He said, "No." Seeing Mu Rufeng's expression darken, he quickly said, "Although I have no recollection of it, why don't you tell me so I can understand the situation?"
Although disappointed, Mu Rufeng still told him about Mu Jiangchuan one by one.
Mu Jiangchuan was born weak and sickly, but he loved to travel and often left home to travel around. He had a cheerful personality and a wide range of interests.
As Yan Liang listened to Mu Rufeng's narration, he gradually sketched out Mu Jiangchuan's image in his mind and developed a liking for Mu Jiangchuan. The two were very similar, but the difference was that Mu Jiangchuan could travel around, while Yan Liang was trapped in one place and could not get away.
But... would someone like that really get caught up in a meaningless love triangle?
Yan Liang had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He chatted with Mu Rufeng about other things. Mu Rufeng smiled, as if he was reminiscing or missing someone. He introduced the topic in great detail, but deliberately avoided mentioning his new wife, his childhood sweetheart.
Yan Liang didn't want to pretend and said directly, "I heard that your wife grew up with us."
Mu Rufeng's face immediately darkened, and he said awkwardly, "That's true... Qing'er and my brother and I are childhood sweethearts." He paused, then suddenly realized, "Was it Master Lu who told my brother?"
Yan Liang nodded, noticing that Mu Rufeng's expression had become even more unpleasant. He knew that Mu Rufeng was upset by Lu Xiaofeng's loose tongue, but since it was Mu Rufeng who had confided in Lu Xiaofeng about this matter, there was no reason for him to blame Lu Xiaofeng.
Mu Rufeng hesitated, then, seeing Yan Liang waiting for him to speak, asked, "Brother, do you remember Qing'er?"
“Her name is Jiang Qing, your wife,” Yan Liang said. “That’s what Lu Xiaofeng told me.”
Mu Rufeng seemed relieved: "After returning home, brother will be able to see Qing'er, so there's no need to worry about her too much."
It seems this younger brother doesn't really want him to care about Jiang Qing.
Yan Liang stared at him for a while, making the other man feel awkward and confused. He smiled slightly and said, "I'm a little tired. I'll rest for a bit. Don't bother me."
Mu Rufeng nodded.
Yan Liang lay down on the soft couch fully clothed, pulled the thin quilt over himself, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, inhaling the fragrance.
The carriage may have traversed a bumpy road, as it swayed slightly but still moved forward steadily, demonstrating the driver's superb driving skills.
Mu Rufeng leaned against the carriage wall, a far cry from his previous gentle and reserved demeanor. He crossed his legs, draped his arms over the wooden planks of the carriage wall, and lay there lazily and unsteadily. He stared at the back of the sleeping person and smiled slightly, a smile that was unmistakably sarcastic and mocking.
"Still this annoying, wretched look..."
He muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.
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