"Stop talking." Yi Xiangming stopped her from continuing, "Anyway...if it's possible, I will let Muyin be with you."
"Really?" Mu Hua's eyes lit up as if seeing the dawn, but soon became sad, "Should I believe you? After all... I feel that your city is very deep."
"If nothing else happens, if...he is still alive, then I will definitely give up Muyin to you." Yi Xiangming's expression was not false at all, which made Mu Hua stunned for a moment before he nodded.
"Then... I will believe you just once." Mu Hua sighed, wiped his tears, and glanced at the sky, "I... don't even know if I want to go back."
"You can just stay here, or you can stay with Muyin."
"The people in the house..." To be honest, she was still a little worried about Third Yiniang.
"If you choose unnecessary people, you will lose the people you need." Yi Xiang Ming smiled jokingly, "It is so cruel."
This kind of invisible relationship is like this. You always have to give up something. No matter what you get is good or bad, the path they choose is more complicated and a hundred times more difficult than ordinary relationships between men and women.
Everyone will only laugh at them and scold them behind their backs. Little do they know that love knows no boundaries or gender. As long as there is love in the heart, the relationship that can survive such storms is the most worthy of reminiscing in your old age.
After all, their momentum is even more turbulent.
"Then I choose to accompany my sister." Mu Hua looked at him and smiled, already convinced of this idea. What else? In Prime Minister Mu's Mansion, although she was a third lady, in the eyes of the maids, she was just a concubine.
female.
A concubine is just like a maid. She is looked down upon and bullied.
Xylophone has a favored second aunt, and her life is naturally more colorful than hers. But the third aunt is even more unhappy, forcing her to learn various female celebrities, calligraphy and painting, and she must cultivate herself into a character like Muyin.
But how can she compare with Muyin? When she was a child, she thought Muyin was very powerful. How powerful was she? She could speak well and wave her hands like a picture. That kind of thing is called talent, and she couldn't ask for it.
She was lucky when Muyin hanged herself. After all, she was not familiar with Muyin at that time. The previous Muyin was always crying and looking like a weakling.
Whenever she sees Muyin being favored, Third Yiniang hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
But after Muyin hanged himself, Muyin seemed like a different person. He was energetic, enthusiastic, friendly, unpretentious, and forthright.
That kind of freedom and ease is what wood paintings have always wanted to pursue.
At Wan Peining's birthday party, she originally prepared the most shabby things, but she didn't see disgust in Muyin's eyes.
When Muyin came to rescue her, she smelled a very good fragrance on Muyin's body, a smell she would never forget in her life.
That smell made her miss her so much. Every time she saw Muyin, she couldn't wait to step forward and hold Muyin so that he could stay with her for a while.
When she heard Muyin throw away the sachet, she couldn't smell the smell at first, but she missed Muyin even more than before. When she heard that Muyin was going to marry Prince Xi, how could she agree!
In addition, Yuan Hongxi had a new love, Han Queluo, and she was even more reluctant. Therefore, she wanted to join forces with Yi Xiangming, take Muyin with her, and fly away.
