After chatting with Yun Qingyang, I found out that he had seen a poem written by him in Youranju yesterday and praised his poems for his good calligraphy. However, when he complimented his calligraphy, he looked at him a little strangely.
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Yun Luochuan suddenly remembered that Yun Qingyang, as his good friend, knew his handwriting.
Although he is Yun Luochuan now, the calligraphy he writes is still Murong Li's. When Qingyang praises his calligraphy, he looks a little strange when he looks at him. He must have discovered that his calligraphy is exactly the same as that of Murong Li.
Come on! No two people in this world have exactly the same handwriting. Even if they are imitating, there will be some discrepancies. Will Qingyang doubt his identity because of this?
Yun Luochuan thought about it and felt that it was impossible. Compared with the absurd thing of a dead person being reborn into another person, the existence of two people with exactly the same handwriting in the world can be regarded as a coincidence.
The two sat together and chatted about poetry again. They unexpectedly had the same views on poetry. The more they chatted with Yun Luochuan, the stronger Yun Qingyang's sense of familiarity became.
However, although he had a pleasant conversation with Yun Luochuan, he did not tell him his real name. Instead, he told him that his name was Yun Qing.
He also remembered that he went out to buy crystal shrimp dumplings for his grandfather, and said goodbye to Yun Luochuan with some reluctance.
After Yun Qingyang left, Yun Luochuan felt that his uncle and the others would not be able to go out for a while, so he went to a restaurant on the main street around the corner, found a private room facing the corner, opened the window and called
Several plates of snacks were served.
If grandma and uncle want to go somewhere else, they must come out from that street corner.
After sitting for a while, he also saw Yun Qingyang who was carrying a food box. Maybe he felt that it was a little late, but the world-famous talented man started to jog.
Yun Luochuan shook his head and said with a smile: "If Mr. Yun sees this, he will definitely say that he has no rules."
After almost an hour, Yun Luochuan finally saw two carriages slowly turning out from the corner of the street. There were two guards sitting on the shafts of the two carriages. He still knew the guard on the front carriage. He was from before.
Mu Qing, the secret guard given by his uncle.
After his death, Mu Qing returned to his uncle, which was good.
He thought that his uncle, the imperial grandmother, and Mr. Yun were all on the carriage.
Mu Qing sat on the shaft of the car with his hands folded, his eyes observing the surroundings vigilantly. He was so keen that he suddenly noticed a line of sight falling on him from above.
His brows wrinkled almost invisible, but he ignored them. They guards wore weapons, and it was common for them to be stared at occasionally.
After ten breaths, without looking away, Mu Qing quickly turned his head to look towards the second floor of the restaurant on the street, and met the eyes of an unparalleledly handsome young man in white through the window.
A look of surprise clearly flashed through the gentle eyes of the young man in white, and then he smiled at him in a friendly manner.
Mu Qing was startled, feeling that the gentle smile was somewhat familiar. Before he could take a closer look, the carriage passed by the restaurant, and he could no longer see the young master.
Seeing the carriage passing by, Yun Luochuan relaxed his shoulders and exhaled a breath of thick air. Mu Qing was still as sharp as ever, and she suddenly found herself staring at him.
The look in his eyes just now was really sharp. He had never seen such a look on Mu Qing before.
Mu Qing has been with him since he was a child, and can be said to be the person closest to him and who knows him best. When he died, the person who was with him was Mu Qing.
Mu Qing protected him for many years and finally sent him away.