407. Chapter 407 Across the Clouds: Beauty Like a Flower
After all, Qiu Huaiming did not survive three days, and died on the second day after being taken back to Qiu Mansion by Xuanyuan Zhizhang. Afterwards, Xuanyuan Zhizhang forcibly took the grief-stricken Qiu Hengbo away, and together they left Chongyang Mansion and went to
Wanfo Mountain.
The remaining matters in Chongyang Mansion have nothing to do with Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhirong. Xuanyuan Zhiqi is taking care of everything. Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhirong were not in good health, so they chose to travel around the mountains and rivers to heal themselves.
Return home.
Naturally, Mu Jieyu did not forget his original intention and went to Wangyue Mountain. First he went to see the big guy, and then he was escorted by the big guy. Although he did not reach the top of the mountain, he still gained a lot. He stayed overnight on Wangyue Mountain and stayed there the next day.
After bidding farewell to the big guy, they went down the mountain. When going up the mountain, Mu Jieyu deliberately avoided the place where she first met Xuan Yinlan, but when going down the mountain, she happened to walk to that hidden house by accident.
All the formations inside and outside the house seemed to have been closed, and Mu Jieyu could not feel a trace of danger or uneasiness. After standing at the door for a long time, Mu Jieyu opened the door and walked in gently.
Walking to the small courtyard surrounded by corridors, I looked at the gust of wind blowing and the falling leaves. I was slightly panicked. I was in such a hurry last time that I didn't notice how desolate this place was. Even though the garden was full of red and green flowers, there were still few.
A breath of freshness.
"I thought you wouldn't come." A voice as clear as a spring suddenly sounded from behind Mu Jieyu.
At the same time, she felt the skirt of her skirt being pulled. Mu Jieyu lowered his head first and saw a round white head emerging from the bottom of her skirt. He twisted his little head up to look at her mischievously.
Maybe it’s because women are naturally irresistible to cute things. Mu Jieyu knelt down, reached out and gently rubbed Erbai’s furry head: “Little guy, are you Xiaobai?”
He picked up the little thing and put it on his lap. Although the two tiger cubs looked exactly the same, Mu Jieyu could tell at a glance that it was Xiaobai who was lively and fast.
Xiaobai seemed to be surprised and happy that Mu Jieyu could recognize it. He stretched out his rough and warm tongue and licked Mu Jieyu's fingers: "Ouch..."
Then he jumped off Mu Jieyu's knees and ran back.
Mu Jieyu followed Xiaobai with his eyes. On the corridor, Xuan Yinlan was still dressed in crimson blood clothes, leaning against the big red pillar with his arms folded. Beside him squatted Dabai with an arrogant expression.
"I have never been a person who avoids problems." Mu Jieyu stood up slowly and moved his eyes from Xiaobai to Xuan Yinlan.
Xuan Yinlan raised his eyebrows but said nothing, waiting for Mu Jieyu's next words.
Mu Jieyu did not speak immediately, but stood silently in the yard. A bright red pomegranate flower could not bear the cold wind and blew down from a high place, flying past the edge of her fluttering skirt.
She collected her thoughts and then spoke softly: "I know your identity. You are not a member of the previous royal family, and you do not have the blood of the Xuan family in your body. Why do you tie yourself up for those irrelevant burdens?"
?The hatred of the country and the family are not things you should bear. Let all love, hatred and hatred be dispersed with the wind. We should not continue the grievances of the previous generation, otherwise it will be unfair to us, right?"
"Fair?" Xuan Yinlan's lips curled up slightly in an evil way, "Since I can remember, I didn't know there was a word 'fair' in this world."
Xuan Yinlan's words made Mu Jieyu's heart sink. Looking at those charming and unparalleled peach blossom eyes, she wanted to know what made such a pair of beautiful eyes condense the ice that would last for thousands of years.
After all, Qiu Huaiming did not survive three days, and died on the second day after being taken back to Qiu Mansion by Xuanyuan Zhizhang. Afterwards, Xuanyuan Zhizhang forcibly took the grief-stricken Qiu Hengbo away, and together they left Chongyang Mansion and went to
Wanfo Mountain.
The remaining matters in Chongyang Mansion have nothing to do with Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhirong. Xuanyuan Zhiqi is taking care of everything. Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhirong were not in good health, so they chose to travel around the mountains and rivers to heal themselves.
Return home.
Naturally, Mu Jieyu did not forget his original intention and went to Wangyue Mountain. First he went to see the big guy, and then he was escorted by the big guy. Although he did not reach the top of the mountain, he still gained a lot. He stayed overnight on Wangyue Mountain and stayed there the next day.
After bidding farewell to the big guy, they went down the mountain. When going up the mountain, Mu Jieyu deliberately avoided the place where she first met Xuan Yinlan, but when going down the mountain, she happened to walk to that hidden house by accident.
All the formations inside and outside the house seemed to have been closed, and Mu Jieyu could not feel a trace of danger or uneasiness. After standing at the door for a long time, Mu Jieyu opened the door and walked in gently.
Walking to the small courtyard surrounded by corridors, I looked at the gust of wind blowing and the falling leaves. I was slightly panicked. I was in such a hurry last time that I didn't notice how desolate this place was. Even though the garden was full of red and green flowers, there were still few.
A breath of freshness.
"I thought you wouldn't come." A voice as clear as a spring suddenly sounded from behind Mu Jieyu.
At the same time, she felt the skirt of her skirt being pulled. Mu Jieyu lowered his head first and saw a round white head emerging from the bottom of her skirt. He twisted his little head up to look at her mischievously.
Maybe it’s because women are naturally irresistible to cute things. Mu Jieyu knelt down, reached out and gently rubbed Erbai’s furry head: “Little guy, are you Xiaobai?”
He picked up the little thing and put it on his lap. Although the two tiger cubs looked exactly the same, Mu Jieyu could tell at a glance that it was Xiaobai who was lively and fast.
Xiaobai seemed to be surprised and happy that Mu Jieyu could recognize it. He stretched out his rough and warm tongue and licked Mu Jieyu's fingers: "Ouch..."
Then he jumped off Mu Jieyu's knees and ran back.
Mu Jieyu followed Xiaobai with his eyes. On the corridor, Xuan Yinlan was still dressed in crimson blood clothes, leaning against the big red pillar with his arms folded. Beside him squatted Dabai with an arrogant expression.
"I have never been a person who avoids problems." Mu Jieyu stood up slowly and moved his eyes from Xiaobai to Xuan Yinlan.
Xuan Yinlan raised his eyebrows but said nothing, waiting for Mu Jieyu's next words.
Mu Jieyu did not speak immediately, but stood silently in the yard. A bright red pomegranate flower could not bear the cold wind and blew down from a high place, flying past the edge of her fluttering skirt.
She collected her thoughts and then spoke softly: "I know your identity. You are not a member of the previous royal family, and you do not have the blood of the Xuan family in your body. Why do you tie yourself up for those irrelevant burdens?"
?The hatred of the country and the family are not things you should bear. Let all love, hatred and hatred be dispersed with the wind. We should not continue the grievances of the previous generation, otherwise it will be unfair to us, right?"
"Fair?" Xuan Yinlan's lips curled up slightly in an evil way, "Since I can remember, I didn't know there was a word 'fair' in this world."
Xuan Yinlan's words made Mu Jieyu's heart sink. Looking at those charming and unparalleled peach blossom eyes, she wanted to know what made such a pair of beautiful eyes condense the ice that would last for thousands of years.